Chapter 267: Ritsumei

Li Yanyi bowed his head, Cui Wei's fingers were broken gray calluses, and he fell on the road with soil marks on his trouser legs.
After hearing Cui's cry, Li Yan didn't have much expression on his face, but asked with a calm voice, "Well, what's the matter? Tell me about it."
Cui Yundi, her narrative was chaotic, Li Yan listened for a while.
There is a company in the province with assets of more than 40 billion yuan. It has built a large number of factories in the town. In recent years, it has been expanded to occupy the village land.
The brigade did not discuss with the villagers. In short, it was better to start first, and signed the contract long ago and sold the land.
The site of the factory building was covered by the contract. There were ancestral tombs of several families in the village. The bones were scattered all over the floor. Here is Cui Ye's old man's house ...
This time Ma Ma honeycomb. The villagers did not accept compensation, pointed at the brigade's secretary, and said that they had to sue when they died.
Cui Wei's old man is named Liu, and he has a bad temper. He led the petition several times because of insufficient procedures and no results. For more than three months, it has not been properly resolved.
Li Yan had heard both ears before. It was on the wine table. His hair was small, and Zhang Jiyong mentioned it.
Zhang Jiyong knows a lot more. This is troublesome. There is probably a battalion garrison next to the town of Li Yan, who cares whether people believe it or not. The alley near the fruit stand on the main street of the town also says "Military" "Restricted area".
The expansion of this factory building is to make equipment for others. Xiaoyong wasn't clear about the details, but with this relationship, the water was deep.
Xiaoyong straight toothed Hanako.
"This matter can't be troubled. The more trouble comes and ends."
In this way, the matter was delayed, and several households took the money, making people so frightened and retreating. Ke Zu's grave has been shaved, how can everyone be patient?
When Liu was a young man, he was also a strong man in the town. He was unjust in his eyes, scolding the street, holding a cigarette, leading his nephew, and drove out several large trucks carrying soil from his home. The entrance was blocked tightly. People outside can't get in, neither can people inside.
There was a fire in the factory, but it was really noisy. Old Liu was even more disadvantaged here.
In the morning, Cui Min saw the old man in the family scolding his ancestors eight generations to take people out, and he was really panicked. I thought that Li Yan's family had a head and face in this film. I expected that Da Yan had a connection, and he didn't say to solve the problem, at least not to let his own mouth trouble. Li Yan.
"Hey, wait for me, I'm wearing a dress, you take me to see."
Li Yan finished and turned into the room. Dan Niang reached out and handed over a coat, Li Yan nodded, and walked out.
He borrowed a bicycle from someone nearby, and pedaled to take Cui Min to the factory.
No way.
When Li Yan arrived at the entrance of the factory, the debris that had been hit by the blocking poles could still be seen. Several trucks were still blocked, and people surrounded the inner three layers and the outer three layers, more than Li Yan imagined. Three degrees of "hands-on ?!" "hands-on ?!" came from the crowd.
Li Yan glanced a few times, there was blood spread on the ground, and there were men on both sides with blood on his face.
On the one side were the nephew and nephew of the old man Liu. The momentum was obviously dwarf-headed. He suffered a little, and all of them looked embarrassed. Several stood barely.
On the other side are the people in the factory. Although they are wearing factory uniforms, they are obviously not fit, and they are angry. Local people recognize that there are several famous hob meats in the town. You don't need to think about them, they were specially found by the factory.
The people on both sides shoved, forefinger to the other's face.
The old man had a calm face. The other man was in the van, holding his steering wheel with his arms folded, his eyes were flat, his eyes were bloodshot. His eldest son was under his head, his shirt was stained with dust and blood, and the factory representative faced his eyes red.
Li Yan looked at it from a distance. There was a man on the side of the factory who smoked on the squatting teeth. He said nothing and hung the old man Liu Lao with his eyes. There was a scar on his chin.
Li Yan knew this man.
"Ah."
Li Yan bowed his head. He comforted Cui Wei a few words, squeezed the crowd a few steps to the front of the truck, there was a hot atmosphere there, and no one noticed him.
咚 ~ 咚 ~ 咚 ~
As the old man's eyes moved, Li Yan knocked on the window outside the car. The old man shook down the glass and sang a cigarette and wine: "Da Yan, why are you here?"
"Bo, open the door."
The old man licked his lips and opened the truck door. Li Yan scrambled up and sat on the co-pilot.
"Bo, are you okay?"
"It's all right."
Liu old man with a tiger face on his face: "Did you find you? No need. You haven't been back for a few months, don't worry about this."
"Hey, you don't know me yet, it's hilarious. Let's talk ..." Li Yan said with a dark head: "If my dad didn't advocate moving his family's grave away before going to Guangdong, it was me who drove today . "
That being said, Li Yan really didn't rush in. In the first two years, he dared to grab the old man's steering wheel and roll in the factory. However, Li Yan did not intend to do so after half a year.
Looking at it now, this matter is inseparable from ten, this is the situation, you can say it coldly. A piece of leather is sold, and a person's mouth is open. What Cui Yan said may not be all true. Li Yan Zhiyue intervened, it is easy not to be people inside and out.
Even if Li Yan decides that he is in charge of this matter, he must wait and see.
How can it be so easy to pull out a knife.
...
The attitude of the factory is nothing more than salute first, but unfortunately, Li Yan is late, and he has not caught up with the "ritual" process.
Although the voice is noisy, but in the face of the crowd, a man with a fleshy face bears the label and has a high octave throat.
He poked his finger on the face of the oldest son of Liu.
"Do you hear me?"
"Alarm! I'll report it for you!"
The villagers shoved and talked, but their mouths were not clean. But the man scolded him particularly badly. The villagers have suffered a loss, but they are not willing to go, the situation is so rigid.
At this time, a deafening sound was heard in the factory.
Li Yan looked back, and a two-hundred-meter-meter crawler crane drove over. The seven- or eight-meter truck was compared with others, and was inconspicuous.
A middle-aged man with a work permit walking with the wind, he patted and scolded the "worker" and came forward with a loud voice.
"I've done all the good things for you, aren't you guys playing tricks, easy to do, see?" He pointed behind him.
"This thing behind me, hundreds of tons of steel can be hung up, aren't you juggling? I'm still treating people today." The more the person said, the higher the tone.
"I counted three and sent someone to the crane. The old man would never drive away. I even took the car and threw it out paralyzed!"
Li Yan was listening in the car. As soon as he reached out, he picked up the tea cup placed in the old man's front window.
Old Liu's lips moved: "Da Yan, this matter has nothing to do with you."
Li Yan waved his hand straight and didn't speak.
"you dare?!"
The oldest son of Old Man Liu didn't do anything when he heard this. He was glaring at a five big and three thick man. The middle-aged man who had just drank five and drank six immediately took a step back.
Scar Man struck his cigarette and spit on his feet.
"Liu Xuewu ~"
He opened his mouth and is also a local,
"Well, I haven't opened my mouth, so I can keep your face." He looked cold: "Take your car, what should you do! Ang ~"
The old man's son did not speak with a calm face, and his voice was dumb for a long time: "The surname is Zhang, your is not something. If your ancestor's grave is spit, do you speak today?"
The scar face frowned, and then sneered, "Give shame."
As soon as he looked back, the word "get on the car" in his throat collapsed into a word "up" and hit Li Yan who drank tea on the window.
When he froze, everyone looked into the car, and when he saw Li Yan, he stopped talking.
Everyone watched Li Yan drinking tea.
Li Yanzi drank in a frizz, staring at the scar face along the tilted tea cup, and did not speak.
"..."
For a long time, it wasn't until the middle-aged man in the factory pulled the scarred sleeves that he opened his mouth reluctantly.
"Da Yan, why are you here?"
Li Yan ignored him and drank the tea cleanly, holding his arm to the window, and then slowly said, "Zhang Gangming."
Li Yan also spoke in his hometown.
"I haven't opened my mouth just now, so I can keep your face."
Li Yan pinched his finger: "Stealing this dog skin on you, what should you do?"
He didn't leave his face at all. Li Yan also found it unpleasant and added:
"Ang ~"
The last word is full of local accent.
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