Chapter 35

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The Jingu Entertainment City. The huge golden characters were very eye-catching even in the daytime.

In Baoxing Street, the southern part of the city, a large amusement park. The yellow-haired boy who was thrown into the ditch by Zhao Zhiqiang, Zhao Tiejun's follower, was now distributing money to the people lining up.

"Uncle Guangsheng, you dared to speak up directly, Fourth Brother said you performed the best, here's a thousand!"

"Ah."

The man in his fifties standing in front of Li Yuan smiled and took the thousand yuan, counting it slowly.

"Zhao Tiezhu, you also did well, daring to speak to the Party Secretary of the city, here's five hundred."

"Li Ping, you didn't even fart! Always hiding at the back of the crowd, here's two hundred!"

"Wang Xiaosan, you did okay, here's three hundred!"

...

The scene with nearly two hundred people made Zhu Zijun, who had just come out of the underground casino of the entertainment city, somewhat puzzled.

When did the KTV get so lively during the day?

The underground casino was open all day.

Zhu Zijun had lost over ten thousand yuan and had no money left, looking dejected and ready to leave, but he noticed this unusual situation. Being relatively quick-witted, he immediately hid to one side to observe.

Soon, he heard what Huang San was saying.

These people were all going to a scene, each receiving a benefit fee ranging from two hundred to five hundred yuan.

"Damn, what kind of scene are these two hundred people going to? It can't be to beat up the stubborn residents for demolition again, right?"

Zhu Zijun's eyes darted around, and he came up with a plan. He took out his phone, turned off the flash, and took dozens of photos of the money distribution, as well as the yellow-haired boy, the entertainment city owner Bai Haijun, nicknamed Bai Zhantang, who was also present. Later, even "Fourth Brother" showed up.

Zhao Tiejun.

Zhu Zijun knew him from before, a high school classmate from the same year but different class.

The one who dropped out of school with him after fighting with Zhiqiang.

Now, this guy had made it big. Partnering with Brother Bai, he became the head of this place. Matters like appearance fees, protection fees, and such were all under his management.

"Hmph, you've already swindled me out of tens of thousands. If I keep this up, I'll have to sell my dad's scrap collection cart!" Zhu Zijun took multiple angles of Zhao Tiejun, though it wasn't useful for now, it was always good to have a backup, which was his usual habit.

"Zhao Zhiqiang, what do you have to fight me with? Party Secretary Li praised me in front of so many people, and the district chief and the street party secretary both heard it. Just the impression points, he... is a freebie." Zhao Tiejun, full of confidence, boasted to his subordinates, but in his heart, he was thinking about how to quickly find a way to get back at the scene where he got beaten up. He had already been made a candidate for the village chief, and he should have crippled him long ago, not waiting for the election, feeling guilty for his own mistake.

"Hey! Brother Jun, what are you doing there, sneaking around?"

Zhu Zijun's thin figure was hard to spot in the crowd.

But after most people had left, only about twenty remained, and the hall was empty. He heard Zhao Zhiqiang's name and was momentarily stunned, then smiled.

"Hehe, I was just about to find Fourth Brother."

"Haha, did you lose everything again? Need to borrow money?" Huang San, with his yellow hair, looked at him with a wicked smile.

Zhao Tiejun showed no expression, saying coldly, "Zhu Zijun, you owe about seventy thousand, right? How do you plan to pay it back? One percent interest, the longer you owe, the more it costs. Let me give you a way out. The piece of land your family has on the side of Toudao Street, which your father uses to pile scrap, why don't you sell it to me at market price? I'll make up the difference. What do you think?"

Zhu Zijun immediately jumped up, "No way, Fourth Brother, that's for my brother. We're counting on it for the demolition to get money to buy a house and get him married!"

"Hmph, fine, you decide. How much do you plan to borrow this time?"

Zhao Tiejun took a puff of the cigarette lit by his subordinate, his dark eyebrows raised, and his lips curled. He had no good feelings for this gambler.

"Oh, I won't borrow for now. I had a bad day today, lost too much. I'll come back tomorrow."

Zhu Zijun asked Huang San for a cigarette, took a puff, and tightened his clothes in a shabby manner.

"Fourth Brother, I'll go back first. I'll definitely pay you back the money."

"Damn, you better hurry up, I have a bunch of brothers waiting for the New Year!"

Zhao Tiejun kicked Zhu Zijun hard!

Zhu Zijun took the opportunity to escape from the largest dance hall, drenched in cold sweat.

"Damn, that was close! No way I'm giving up my land!"

He cursed a few times in his heart, thought for a moment, and raised his hand to hail a taxi, but he had no money on him.

"Find a brother!"

Zhu Zijun thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and ran towards the southern part of the city, occasionally hailing a taxi. But with the New Year's Eve approaching, most people were in a hurry to get home with their purchases, making it hard to get a taxi. Fortunately, the New City Court wasn't too far from here, so he had to run out of Baoxing Street.

Zhao Tiejun dismissed his subordinates and walked into Bai Haijun's office.

"Asked around, five thousand for a leg, three thousand for an arm, fifty thousand for a half-vegetative state." A man with a clean face and a scar on the side of his face sat in front of the chair, giving Zhao Tiejun the price.

"Brother Bai, I'll leave it to you." Zhao Tiejun smiled, "Just the legs. Here's the photo of that guy, I sent it to your phone."

"Alright, I'll arrange it for you. The guy is a quick hand, a wanderer."

...

The meeting room of the Chang'an Village Committee.

Dozens of people were squeezed together.

District Party Secretary Gu Meiyun, Deputy District Chief He Dacheng, and Street Political and Legal Secretary Deputy Xu Shulin sat at the main seats facing the old conference table.

The somewhat effeminate, baby-faced Zhang Jike, the security commissioner and militia captain, the tall and imposing Hu Jun, the plump and middle-aged woman dressed as a farmer, the women's committee chair Liu Caiyun, and the village clerk and accountant, a tall and thin man in his thirties, Tian Xiuqing, who had rushed back from his father-in-law's house.

All four current village committee members were present. Among the original village committee members, only Zhao Guangming, who had fled, and Zhang Weifa, the party secretary, were missing. The village committee was complete.

Here, Zhang Jike and Hu Jun were party members, Wu Bing was the representative of Guomugou, Fu Jinghua was the representative of the Fugiaowopu with over ninety households, Zhang Jixue and Sun Xiang from Zhangjiazhuang and Sijia were present, but Zhao Tiejun from Toudao Street and Li Yun from Erdao Street were missing, reportedly at the city government square.

"Zhiqiang, just sit in the chairman's seat, it will be easier to talk to Secretary Gu and the others." The oldest, Tian Xiuqing, had already noticed that Zhao Zhiqiang seemed to know the big leaders who had come. As soon as he entered, he directly pushed Zhao Zhiqiang to the central seat facing Gu Meiyun, with the empty seat of Secretary Zhang Weifa beside him, and the empty seat of Deputy Ma on the other side.

Zhao Zhiqiang didn't want to sit there, it wasn't proper, at least not now.

After a few polite words, he was pushed to the seat by Hu Jun, Wu Bing, and Liu Caiyun.

"Hehe, Comrade Zhao Zhiqiang, please sit. We're not at the United Nations, you don't need to be so formal." Gu Meiyun used the term "comrade" and "you." Even if she had a bit of a grudge against Zhao Zhiqiang, she didn't dare to be too rash, after all, there was the face of Old Li to consider!

Words carry meaning, the term "comrade" was fine, used both inside and outside the party, but the word "you" was a big deal!

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