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"I'm so sorry, Boss Yang, look how clumsy we are, you won't be angry with us, will you?"
Seeing their flustered and disorganized state, Yang Zhenye, who had initially wanted to get angry, found himself unable to vent his frustration and forced himself to swallow his anger.
He said, looking both embarrassed and angry, "Let's go, okay? Don't cause any more trouble."
He Qinfeng and the director exchanged a glance, then hurriedly agreed, "Okay, okay, President Yang, you really are careless. If something had really happened, where would we get our fertilizer?"
In his heart, however, he was furious, thinking, "This is nothing! Your good fortune is yet to come."
He Qinfeng and the director led Yang Zhenye, that good-for-nothing, around the village, making a ten-kilometer journey seem like thirty kilometers, taking them four or five hours in total.
Song Shiwei and her team had gathered most of the villagers. When the villagers heard that it was the same developer from last time, they immediately started making a ruckus.
The village chief was furious, shouting, "Our village will absolutely never sell this land! This is the legacy left to us by our ancestors. If we sell it, we will be letting them down. We will have no face to face them in the afterlife!"
"That shameless bastard actually dared to come here! Folks, grab your weapons, let's give them a good beating! If we don't beat them to a pulp today, we're not true members of Fengquan Village!"
The village chief was highly respected by the villagers, and whatever he said immediately caused a commotion among them.
Song Shiwei and the others had absolutely no say.
Song Shiwei frowned slightly, silently thinking to himself, "[Actually, you could fleece them first and then throw them out with a big stick.]"
The villagers were initially excitedly talking about beating someone up, but the next second Song Shiwei's inner thoughts exploded in their minds.
They were immediately dumbfounded. What did they mean by "wool-gathering" (or "coupon-grabbing")?
[Fill out a form and you'll get a free fertilizer. Be shameless and fill it out randomly; why not take this free fertilizer?]
[By the way, if we call all the distant relatives in the village to come and collect fertilizer, this grandson will be bankrupt.]
Fellow villagers:?
What the heck?
Countless ideas flashed through their minds, and the village chief was completely bewildered, not yet understanding what was going on.
He Qinfeng and the director brought Yang Zhenye, who was almost driven mad by walking.
Along with them came three large trucks of fertilizer, which he had mentioned, neatly parked in front of the village committee office.
"Folks, good news! Boss Yang is here to do charity for us. What did he say? He told us to fill out a form, and each form comes with five bags of fertilizer." He Qin said loudly, his face beaming with joy.
His words were like a cup of water poured into boiling oil, immediately causing an uproar among the villagers.
"What do you mean? We're getting fertilizer? Doing charity? Are you trying to scam us?"
"Yeah, where here can you find such a good deal? Five bags of fertilizer for just one form? Is there really such a good thing?"
The villagers all looked at the newcomer with disbelief and suspicion.
But then they remembered the thought they had just heard in their heads.
"Freebie hunting"? Could this be it?
Yang Zhenye, panting heavily, squatted down to the side. "Folks, don't worry, I really came here today to deliver fertilizer. It's absolutely true. China people don't lie to China other. I'm an honest person and I have absolutely no bad intentions."
After Yang Zhenye finished speaking, Song Shiwei snorted coldly and mentally screamed, "[Yes, yes, you don't have any bad intentions. You just want to buy the villagers' land at a low price.]"
[Which idiot taught you this method? He's a real genius! Folks, charge forward and grab the wool!]
Upon hearing Song Shiwei's inner thoughts and realizing the true nature of this unscrupulous businessman, the villagers' expressions became even more vicious.
They absolutely will not sign this form! If that bastard dares to pull out this form today, they will beat him to a pulp.
Their eyes hardened, and the villagers quietly instructed their children to fetch their weapons.
The village chief was the first to step forward, shouting, "We don't want it, get out of here!"
"Yes, get out of here. We will never accept your petty favors. You're like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—you're up to no good."
"That's right, get out of here! We don't want it."
The villagers rose up in rebellion, their faces filled with righteous indignation as they looked at Yang Zhenye.
"Fellow villagers, listen to me, our President Yang is truly here to do good deeds. We sincerely want to help our fellow villagers."
Yang Zhenye was almost beaten up by the villagers. He was already panting heavily, but now he looked extremely disheveled, his chest heaving with anger and his face flushed red.
These unruly people! They're completely impervious to reason.
He came to develop the area, expropriated all their houses and land, gave them a large sum of money, and they could have simply moved into their Xiao Yang villas. Wouldn't that have been better?
What's the point of stubbornly sticking to this place, living a life of poverty and hardship on this worthless land?
They are truly a bunch of stubborn and unruly people.
Now he finally understood why the former director and deputy general manager of the demolition office had repeatedly run into obstacles in this village.
With these troublemakers around, it would be a miracle if they made any progress.
But today... Yang Zhenye glanced silently at Song Shiwei and the others.
Fortunately, he killed a few of his henchmen today, otherwise he might not have been able to handle this group of troublemakers. Whether this matter can be accomplished today depends on these young men.
This matter depends on the young people; these old fogies are just stubborn and will never give up their little piece of land.