The town mayor has his own ideas, but for Cao Weihua, this man is like a bastard.

Enjoy me, send you to death ... I really want to be a biaozi and a torii.

But now, it's useless to say that, the top priority is how to dispel the arrogance of the foreigner.

I heard that Hong Jie made another sum of money for Feng Jun, and Cao Weihua really had the urge to clean up Zhang Weihong, but Director Cao repeatedly warned him: That woman has a foothold overseas. You weigh your points.

Zhang Weihong sells jade vigorously, and it is impossible to keep a low profile, but why no one checks her taxes?

In this matter, there is no way to make it clear that, in short, the jade industry is too greasy. Even if you want to rectify the chaos in the industry, you can't start from the faction and overseas patriots.

Cao Weihua thought about it for a while, and finally he turned his mind, "How are the local villagers connected?"

"Fifty people a day, two thousand people are still guaranteed," a man next to him said, "but if you want to control rice and cigarettes, it's almost eighty dollars."

"Money is money, things are things," Cao Weihua said coldly. This guy is not all useless, at least has a good vision.

"The centralized distribution of things can reflect the organization. Only those who distribute things can really have the right to speak, and save the unsightly guys from taking the opportunity to make waves ... This trick I learned from Myrican."

"Do you want to get it? The demonstrators who injured the police received their salary from the FBI."

On this day, the masses were not organized very successfully. There was light rain on the ground. Except for a small piece of flat ground outside the mountain gate, other places were muddy, and there were five or six hundred people on the scene, some with umbrellas and some wearing raincoats.

In this case, it is not realistic to expect the masses to hit the mountain gate, the raincoat is broken, the umbrella is broken ... who counts?

So everyone stood outside the mountain gate. Someone pulled a large banner with black text on white background, "Return my land, the villagers have to survive."

It didn't take long for the ink to be stained by the rain, and the white cloth was black.

But even so, Feng Jun was still a bit surprised. After he heard that, he rushed to the mountain gate and took a look at the scene. He could not help but secretly lament that this Cao Weihua is not a special straw bag.

"Is it all bought heads? Really willing to spend money."

People at the entrance blocked by the construction team, Feng Jun also brought seven or eight people.

Among these seven or eight people, except Gazi and Wang Haifeng, the others were workers in the manor.

In fact, there are more than a few workers in the manor, but they are mostly locals. It is inconvenient to come and can only stay in the villa. Under the leadership of Xu Leigang, it is enough to look after the house.

Feng Jun was here, well prepared, with three cameras, and the lens locked the door,

However, the people present were also in a heavy mood. Wu Limin's cousin even smiled bitterly, "Maybe I'm going to become a celebrity?"

The barren hills contracted by Luohua Mountain Villa have very clear ownership. Even if some land used to involve returning farmland to forests, they have also been replaced. The problem is not too large. .

But anyway, once these things are posted online, who will listen to you?

Even if there are three cameras on the side of the manor, the real scene can be shot, and the role can be played, that is, chat is better than nothing.

Feng Jun slapped him on the shoulder and cheered him up, "Come on the Internet, tell the brothers, be prepared to fight hard, once you start playing, I have cash here! Fuck ... more money than me?"

For these migrant workers, fighting is only done by the second-raters. When going out, honestly earning money is king.

But there is really money in front of me, honest people can also desperately-can not say that all dare to fight, there are always one or two adults.

Fighting never talks about crowds, it talks about eliteness, and money is emboldened.

Wu Limin's cousin was not afraid, and he spoke directly, "Boss Feng, I really want to fight. Now I will show the money."

Feng Jun snapped his fingers, "Ga Zi, take the money."

In the thick spring rain, Gazi quietly took out a suitcase from the car and placed it on the ground to open it, which was full of red tickets.

He didn't make a sound, and then walked to the front of the car again, picked up a suitcase and continued to open it, still full of red eyes.

As soon as he turned around, he took another suitcase and continued to open ...

The melon-eating people with daily salary suddenly froze, "This Nima ... three million?"

Many people have blue eyes. "At least six million, right? The box is so big."

Feng Jun said aloud, "If someone rushes in, he just wants to rob ... if we meet a robber, we will defend ourselves even if we kill someone! I won't let everyone work hard!"

There are so many people, there is no way to make sense. He was determined to be a proper defense, and he overwhelmed the other with momentum.

As for whether it is a legitimate defense? What he said is definitely not counted, but at this time ... who would think so much?

Ga Zi had already taken out the fourth suitcase. Hearing this, he didn't open it and left it there.

In fact, a suitcase is one million, and the three million is enough to deter five or six hundred people at the scene.

Feng Jun felt as if he appeared as a warlord in the movie, and the white silver dollar fell to the ground, "Brothers, give it to me!"

But he is not ashamed at all. If you are allowed to spend money, you will not be allowed to spend it?

Sorry, I have more money than you ... rich, willful!

Cao Weihua's people were mixed in the crowd, and he also prepared a number of small cameras. Those who wanted to secretly photograph Luohua Manor were rude to the "innocent masses" so that they could post online to arouse public indignation.

In the face of this scene, they are also stupid-straight out of the money to buy people? And ... also frame everyone's robbery?

In fact, under Feng Jun's position, it is impossible to hire people for defense without blood, but at the same time, if you want to compete for public opinion, you must emphasize your innocence as much as possible.

At this time, take out the red ticket and smash people, isn't it pulling hatred?

Do n’t you know that netizens are most fond of all kinds of tricks?

But in fact, anyone with a little brain can think that Feng Jun's reaction is not necessarily inappropriate.

In recent years, there have been more disputes that people have seen online. Who has seen real gold and silver fights?

There are many people who spend money to hire people to fight, but there are still a lot of them, but no one dares to spend so generously.

This rare event bursts out, and it will not be much worse if you can't go on a hot search. Once the heat exceeds a certain critical point, you don't need to mobilize, and some people find the truth.

Three million dollars went down, just to guard the homeland-is this title scary? Does stimulation stimulate?

It is impossible to expect that the video will not be transmitted, and there will be more than one camera on both sides.

Cao Weihua's people were calmed down, but what they did not expect was that Feng Jun was also secretly crying in his heart.

why? It is the original sin to have money this year. Although the origin of his money is not bloody, it is definitely not innocent.

The most important thing is that he wants to live in a low profile. Once he goes on a hot search, is it possible to keep a low profile?

In the face of three million, both sides calmed down, so many people were present, they could hear the sound of dense rain.

I don't know how long after that, a tall, thin young man in black came out of the crowd, followed by two strong men.

He walked to the door and spoke loudly, "Feng Jun, come here, I have something to say."

Feng Jun doesn't want to go, you let me go, I will go, how much faceless?

But when I thought about it, when the other party came to the door of the house, he couldn't go any further, and he wouldn't agree to go further.

Then he could only step forward, so he walked over and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"I'm Cao Weihua," the youth in black said blankly. "You can still regret it now."

Feng Jun touched his forehead and asked, crying and laughing, "Do you think I should regret it now?"

"You will regret it," Cao Weihua said very firmly. "There are only more than 500 today, and there will be 2,000 people tomorrow." Zheng Yang Today "will report that the more money you make, the more passive ... can explain The source of your money? "

"The money I earn is much cleaner than what you earn," Feng Jun was too lazy to circle around and simply said, "Can you check my funds, guess what ... Can I check your funds?"

Cao Weihua's face went dark. He hated others threatening himself. You know, he was the only one who threatened others. "Who is my grandfather, you should know it too?"

"I don't tell you what I said," Feng Jun said this truthfully, without any exaggeration, but he also looked down on the other party and sang his father.

Cao Weihua is the one who can't detract from the old man. The deputy director ... is that all? Does your family have a deputy director?

The old man didn't go the wrong way, he didn't waste time, the vice province ... is also expected.

But now, he is really not angry, just smiled disdainfully, "It's not that I look down on you, you really can't check it."

He said so ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ There must be his reason-at least, Director Cao is really not greedy.

However, Feng Jun just said so casually, he smiled unintentionally, "just say whatever you want."

Seeing him behave so indifferently, Cao Weihua was even more annoyed. He said in a deep voice, "If I were you, I would honestly close my hand now. Some words are inappropriate for me to say. Believe it or not, I will send you into the number one minute to eat the nest?"

Feng Jun actually laughed, and then shook his head, "I really don't believe it, but you ... are dying."

Cao Weihua's face pulled down, "So, did you have to talk?"

"I don't know where your superiority comes from," Feng Jun said lightly. "It's good to leave."

Cao Weihua blinked his eyes, and actually laughed, "I hope you can still be so confident tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without any trace of muddy water, obviously there was no fear.

Feng Jun didn't speak, just watched him leave the crowd, and greeted people to start packing up the tables and chairs, and the dining car with packed lunches.