Chen Xiaoqiu's deduction made so much sense that I couldn't help but believe it.
That only made me even more anxious.
There wasn't much we could do. For now, all we could do was leave it to fate.
That afternoon, we went to the resettlement housing community in the Southern Suburbs.
The community was named after the road, which made it easy to remember. Like the demolition area, it was divided into several communities: First Village, Second Village, Third Village, and so on. The residents hadn't been assigned homes in their original groups. Instead, the property owners chose their homes, so the residents of Workers and Peasants Sixth Village had been scattered throughout the development.
Only Fatty, Skinny, and I came today. Jiang You and the other teams hadn't finished all the contract signings yet, so they were busy with that. As demolition office staff, we were there to check things out on behalf of the whole office.
We'd called ahead. After we found the local subdistrict office and the property management office, they showed us around and gave us a look at the community.
The facilities were already built, but no businesses had moved in yet. The whole Southern Suburbs was very quiet.
"...We're already in talks, and several businesses have signed contracts. But they still need to renovate, bring in stock, and arrange staff... Most of the homes here are empty right now, and the Eleventh Village over there is still under construction. There are quite a few workers and construction vehicles around. But even if you finish all your work, it'll be next year before people move in, right? By the middle of next year, or the end of the year at the latest, we should have all this taken care of."
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