Qingye Supernatural Office

"The old man is still there. In this case, there must be a guardian. The guardian must be determined by the court. It's not that you say you are."

The three of us took turns to explain this issue to Chen Ronghua from various angles and in various voices. She didn't give up, thinking that she had overstepped her authority and decided the demolition.

When the three of us left Chen's house, all of us were thirsty.

"Brother Qi, let me see, let's contact the other three, and let them pinch it themselves." The thin man complained.

"Are you sure we'll be free after contacting the other three? I think it's very possible that Chen Ronghua will be labeled as the demolition office." I sighed.

In the morning, it was Wendou, and the lips were almost worn out, and in the afternoon, it was Wudou.

In the afternoon, the children of the family argued about whether compensation for demolition and relocation in the survey form should be calculated according to the number of people in the household registration book or the area of ​​the house with property rights.I regret not bringing Guo Yujie here.The three of us stood up, and were grabbed by the collar and questioned what the compensation plan for the demolition and relocation was.

"This is just a survey of intentions, and the final plan will refer to the results of the survey. We will consult with each property owner in the six villages of workers and peasants, and make a decision after summarizing. Generally speaking, the two plans will be combined..." My explanation Was interrupted by a fist.Fortunately, it wasn't me who was punched, it was their own people who started fighting again.

In the end, a certain female family member of his family took the phone and wanted to call the police, and the matter subsided.The property owner of the house, Mrs. Song Xian, seemed to have no idea. The eldest son said that it would be better to divide it according to the head, so she ticked it. hook.When the family fights, she sits and watches, and when the family stops fighting, she also sits and watches.That single-choice question has a multiple-choice answer.

It was difficult to harvest this flawed questionnaire, and when we left this family, we all had lingering fears.

"Director Mao didn't tell us about these two companies." The thin man complained endlessly.

These two well-established potential nail households are very troublesome, and they will definitely get entangled with the demolition office in the future.

"The problems that money can solve are not problems." I said.

Compared to Aoba from the real Nail House, this really isn't a problem.

"Besides, isn't there someone like Chang Fa Cai who can balance things out?" I added.

It's not fair.No matter what it is for, people are willing to take less compensation, that is their business, there is no reason to fill the empty funds into the mouths of some greedy people.But in order to calm things down and complete the work smoothly, this is absolutely necessary.Those old sayings, children who cry have milk, and those who are bullied are honest people, it applies everywhere.

"I really hope they can run into ghosts in the Sixth Gongnong Village and get a good scare." The skinny man cursed.

The fat man had been looking at his phone, and now he interjected: "Brother Qi, can I leave early?"

I slapped my forehead, "By the way, you have a date today."

"Hey." The fat man scratched his head embarrassingly.

"Let's go back by car," I said.

The thin man gave a thumbs up and winked, "Come on."

"It's not that urgent. I'll take you back to the office first." The fat man ignored the thin man's wretchedness and opened the car door. "Just be at the flower shop before five o'clock."

"You'd better go quickly. Go back and take a shower and change your clothes." I patted the roof of the car.

Just now, the three of us had to exert a little effort and sweat a little bit in the fight.

The fat man hesitated.

"Okay, let's go!" The thin man waved.

The fat man smiled innocently, thanked us, and drove off in the car.

"Where can I get a bus from here?" The thin man looked around.

"There is a subway ahead, I saw it when I came." I pointed in the direction.

On weekdays, before the end of get off work time, there are not many people on the street, and the subway is also very empty.

On the way, I sent a message to Guo Yujie and asked them to ask about Director Mao, Chen Jiahui and Song Xian's family.

After transferring to the subway once, Guo Yujie sent a message back.

"They were all taken over by their children a few years ago. No one in the community heard that their children were discordant or unfilial." I sighed and told the thin man.

"That's a pie that wasn't that big before." The thin man pouted.

"Chen Jiahui has suffered from dementia for several years, and it is because of this that Chen Ronghua took him in. The four brothers and sisters agreed that Chen Ronghua will take care of Chen Jiahui, and Chen Ronghua will pay the rent of the house in the Sixth Worker and Peasant Village." I continued.

"Then Ronghua Chen didn't lie before."

Chen Ronghua mentioned this point when she was talking to us about the guardian issue. She used this as a basis to ask for the right to dispose of the real estate.

"The rent doesn't matter, but the demolition money doesn't matter." I turned off the phone.

The thin man snorted and elbowed my arm.

I looked over suspiciously, and saw him tilting his head up and pouting forward.I turned my head and saw that the mobile TV on the subway was introducing the topic of the white-headed Valentine's Day. The reporter in the picture was standing on a street with a beautiful environment, leading the camera.

"The audience should be able to see the love tree behind me now. Most of our citizens should have heard of the love tree on Kangxin Road. The love tree has also been listed as a popular tourist attraction in Minqing City before. However, the president of Longfei Group Before Zhang Long's social networking site and his wife showed affection, Love Tree's reputation was relatively limited."

My body froze.

"Boss Long Fei is endless." The thin man complained.

"We can now see that the leaves of the love tree have fallen off. This season, the leaves of the love tree should all turn from green to yellow and gradually fall off, but the video taken by the shop owner XM022 on the shopping website proves that the love tree was still full a week ago. The trees had green leaves, and all the green leaves fell to the ground overnight. Today we interviewed Master Li, the sanitation worker in charge of Kangxin Road. Hello, Master Li."

The camera zoomed out a bit, and a sanitation worker stood beside the reporter.

"Hello." Master Li was a little embarrassed.

"May I ask you, what was the situation of this love tree a week ago? Is it really full of green leaves?" The reporter handed over the microphone.

Master Li nodded, "Yes, the leaves are still green. This one is the only one that is green along the way, obviously."

"Then one night, those green leaves all fell off?"

"Yes. I just swept here the day before, and swept away the dead leaves of other trees. When I came the next day, I saw a lot of green leaves piled up under this tree." Master Li nodded again.

"What did you do with those leaves?"

Master Li was a little embarrassed, "I was going to sweep it away, but a young man happened to pass by and said he came to collect it. I have also heard the story of the love tree. People often come to take pictures here, and some people ask our sanitation workers Are there any green leaves? I see someone wants it, so I'll..."

"Oh. The young man collected all these leaves?"

"Yes, he also asked me to borrow a big bag."

"Thank you, Master Li."

The camera moved sideways and captured a middle-aged man standing on the other side of the reporter.

"Professor Huang, do you think the phenomenon of the love tree is normal? Is it because the tree is sick that all the green leaves fall off overnight?" The reporter continued the interview.

I couldn't take it anymore, I went to the shopping website on my mobile phone, searched for Love Tree, and found that store.

"386..." I opened my mouth wide.

"What's the matter, Brother Qi?" The thin man became nervous after being infected by me.

"The monthly sales are 386, ah, it's already 388." My hands trembled, and I looked up at the TV.

The trunk of the love tree behind the reporter is twisted like a twist, the branches are bare, without a leaf, and I have not seen the weird scene in the photo in the Qingye file.

Was it being suppressed by Daoist Xuan Qing?So, no problem?

My back was sweating.