The town chief had his own ideas, but to Cao Weihua, that bastard was nothing but an asshole.
When it came to enjoying the benefits, he wanted in, but when it came to dying, he sent others... He really wanted to be a whore and still have a monument built in his honor.
But there was no point saying that now. The urgent matter was how to crush that outsider's arrogance.
He had heard that Hongjie had transferred another sum of money to Feng Jun. Cao Weihua truly had the urge to deal with Zhang Weihong, but Director Cao had repeatedly warned him: that woman had connections overseas, so he needed to weigh his options.
Zhang Weihong was selling jade on a massive scale. There was no way she could keep a low profile, but why was no one investigating her taxes?
There was no way to explain this matter openly. In short, there were far too many shady dealings in the jade industry.
After thinking it over and over, Cao Weihua finally gritted his teeth. "How is the contact with the local villagers going?"
"Fifty yuan per person per day. We can guarantee two thousand people," a man beside him said. "But we'll have to provide meals and cigarettes too, so it'll come to around eighty yuan each."
"Money is money, and supplies are supplies," Cao Weihua said coldly. This guy was not completely useless, at least—he had decent perspective.
"Distributing supplies in one place can demonstrate organization. Only those handing out supplies can truly control the conversation, so we don't have some blind fool taking the chance to stir up trouble... I learned this move from Mairui Country."
"Can you imagine it? The protesters who injured the patrol officers were paid by the Investigation Bureau."
That day's crowd