After hearing Chen Hansheng's words, Shang Furong thought this was a good way to deal with rogues, only if he was more rogue than him, plus he was familiar with the village committee, no matter whether he opened a pigsty or built a house.

Even if you don't do anything, you can scare this rascal.

Shang Furong has a very good business relationship with him, so he quickly contacted the nearby construction engineering team and asked to rent two forklifts immediately.

However, at the same time, the police from the nearby police station also came, and the parties were all familiar faces in the village.

Shang Furong, the owner of a local garment factory, is also among the top ones. At his peak, he drove a BMW and entered a club. He was also a regular customer of a massage shop.

However, in the cold winter of the industry a while ago, all these family workshops in Qingpu District, except for the few super-large clothing companies, closed down, and Shang Furong did not survive at first.

Later, Shang Furong didn’t know where to get the money. He didn’t tell the garment factory to come back to life. He also bought land everywhere. These things were not news in the village. It is said that the old businessman was just a "white glove" and he bought it for others. .

However, the police station is not the China Banking Regulatory Commission. As long as disputes and conflicts do not arise, they will not care who is behind the capital.

As for the bald middle-aged man, his name is Xie Jingchun, and he is nicknamed "Xie Er" or "Lao Xie". The family has no serious work, and occasionally works in the factory to make money.

As for the locals, the living expenses are not very high. If you grow a la carte at home, a family of three is enough.

"Boss Shang, what's the matter?"

Asked the first policeman in his forties.

Here is a detail. It was Xie Jingchun who called the police, but when the police arrived at the scene, they asked Shang Furong directly.

"Small things, a little misunderstanding."

Shang Furong took out his cigarette, and the police saw Chen Hansheng, a stranger, waved his hand and refused.

The grassroots police mainly focus on coordination. After all, they are all trivial neighborhood disputes. If someone has ordered a lawsuit, the criminal police team will take over. The grassroots police are not responsible at all.

"As you know, I have been buying land recently."

Shang Furong nuancedly pointed to Xie Jingchun's house and said, "The price has already been negotiated, but when the transaction was about to happen, he suddenly more than tripled. Dog Day's is too honest."

"Why, can't it?"

Xie Jingchun said plausibly: "My house, my land, how much money I like to open is my freedom, do the police also care about it?"

"Xie Er, stay away from me first!"

The policeman subconsciously rolled his head: "The saliva is sprayed on my face. We don't care about the business, but what's the matter with you calling the police?"

"he!"

Xie Jingchun pointed to Chen Hansheng: "I just heard that he said he would shovel my house away!"

"who are you?"

The police looked at Chen Hansheng: "Take out the ID card."

"My daughter's college classmate."

Shang Furong came over and explained, "That... we helped to look at the ground together."

The old businessman was vague, but the police understood. It turned out that this was the investor behind him. He looked very young, but he was actually a college student.

The police received Chen Hansheng's ID card, simply registered the number, and returned the ID card.

"Talking about business, it's inevitable that there will be quarrels."

The police reminded: "Don't talk harshly, you can make money by being kind."

The middle-aged police thought that "shoveling the house" was just a ruthless talk. After all, Xie Jingchun did not do things idiomatically, and suddenly doubled the asking price, and it was normal for the buyer to be angry.

However, the police station is really not easy to intervene. As Xie Er said, this is his land, his house, and how much he asks is his freedom.

"Okay, you have worked hard."

Chen Hansheng proactively stretched out his hand and shook it.

The middle-aged policeman smiled, looking at this quality, they are indeed people who can afford land.

After the police station learned about the situation, it was ready to stop work. Xie Jingchun refused to give up. He held a porcelain cup in front of the policeman: "You are leaving like this. He even threw cigarette butts into my tea."

"Then you can just change to a new one."

The policeman was very speechless, and poured out all the tea at once: "Xie Er, if you call the police for this trivial matter, it is suspected of wasting public resources. I will ask you to sit down."

"Awesome."

Xie Jingchun touched a little hair on her head and muttered in a low voice: "If we pay taxes, can you get a salary?"

The police didn't respond after listening. It's too normal to encounter such voices in grassroots work. You can't expect everyone to be a lad like Chen Hansheng, sympathetic and reasonable.

"Teng Teng Teng..."

When the police were about to get into the car, they suddenly heard the sound of a motor not far away, and two large forklifts were coming here.

"What does this mean?"

Asked the policeman.

"Have you seen that the forklift is here? He is not just talking!"

Xie Jingchun hurriedly stopped in front of the police car, not letting them leave.

"The forklift is yours?"

The police looked at Chen Hansheng.

"expensive."

Chen Hansheng nodded without hesitation.

"I······"

The police seemed to be choked, fortunately that he was still boasting that Chen Hansheng was “sympathetic and reasonable”, but in a blink of an eye, he really took two forklifts to ransack his home.

"Well, you deserve to be someone who can afford land!"

The police said it again in his heart. Although the two sentences were exactly the same, they had completely different meanings.

For the first time, praise Chen Hansheng for being an elegant and easy-going college student;

The second time, the methods are really ruthless, and sure enough, playing land has the same characteristics.

The forklift came soon, and the worker stretched out his head and shouted: "Which is the boss? The captain asked us to come over and do a little job."

"I am the boss."

Chen Hansheng waved his hand, pointed to this piece of land and said, "I see that these houses are not there. They are all leveled."

"Can't shovel!"

"No shoveling!"

The police and Xie Er said at the same time.

"What do you want to do?"

The police severely criticized: "Do you know the consequences of impulse? You will go to jail like this."

Xie Er saw the police backed up, and said triumphantly: "You have some kind of shovel to try!"

"Such a cute request is really hard to resist."

Chen Hansheng smiled and turned to the policeman and said, "I don't shovel his house. The three families outside are the houses I bought. I bought the land. It's my freedom to like to shovel and stay. Do the police also care about it?"

"······"

Chen Hansheng used Xie Jingchun's sentence and used it to counter Xie Jingchun's face. It's so **** refreshing that he slapped Xie Jingchun in the face of "the way of the other, and the other body".

"That's it."

The police looked at Chen Hansheng: "Is there any proof?"

"some!"

A fat man in his 30s ran over from a distance. This is the local village committee director, a police car and a forklift. He was alarmed long ago. The director took out a document and said: "This is an agreement to buy land. Copies, Mr. Chen...cough, the old businessmen really bought them reasonably."

Chen Hansheng's grinning village director shook hands, but there was nothing to say. Shang Furong mediated all the procedures, and Chen Hansheng was only responsible for paying the money.

Now, the ball has been kicked back again. Just as Chen Hansheng said, this is the house he bought, the land he bought, and he likes to shovel like to keep his life free.

The police felt a little big head, the story of this hour was really ups and downs, and the head was big.

However, the winner seems to be Chen Hansheng.

"start."

This time it was Chen Hansheng's turn to command triumphantly: "Give me the level!"

"Good Le!"

The workers saw the matter settled ~lightnovelpub.net~ and drove the forklift directly forward.

When Xie Jingchun looked down, he hurried to the front and opened his arms to stop him: "You dare to shovel, just from me..."

"I'm going to your mother!"

Xie Jingchun didn't finish saying a word, but Chen Hansheng grabbed his shirt with both hands and threw it away.

"You dare to hit my dad!"

The sluggish son of Xie Er picked up the stick and was about to run over. Before he got even closer, he heard Chen Hansheng yell: "Get out!"

Chen Hansheng took off the down jacket and threw it into Shang Yanyan's arms at will. He pointed at Xie Jingchun's son with his index finger and said, "Don't move, watch obediently."

In the cold weather, Chen Hansheng only wore a sweater, and his arrogant demeanor and image stopped the abruptly frightened son.

The police also went out and stood apart between the two, but did not block the forklift.

"Wow~"

As the door of a family was tossed down, and there was no obstacle behind him, Xie Jingchun could only watch, and the surroundings of his house were in ruins.

The dust in the sky soon rose, and everyone watching the excitement stepped back a bit. Only Chen Hansheng remained in place, watching the forklift's movements quietly.

"This is a real man who dares to take it."

Shang Yanyan looked at Chen Hansheng's back, her mood was ups and downs, she couldn't help but ran over and said: "Squad leader, you are the most awesome man I have ever met, cooler than in the movie, they never look back at the explosion. But you are standing in the center of the explosion."

"What the hell?"

Chen Hansheng opened his eyes with difficulty: "I'm **** fascinated by the sand, and I can't see the way back. Hurry up and help me to leave, cough, cough, daddy!"

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