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Chapter 856 - 856 855 You're Such a Rotten Old Man!

856: Chapter 855: You’re Such a Rotten Old Man!

856: Chapter 855: You’re Such a Rotten Old Man!

His eyes bulging with rage, he shouted until he was hoarse.

The kitchen knife he waved gleamed, its cold light reflecting menacingly.

The old man on the rooftop radiated a murderous aura, flushing a vivid red.

It was as though the onlookers below had already started demolishing his home.

But in reality…

Neither the police officers nor the medical staff, including the demolition workers and villagers, had stepped foot into his courtyard.

After listening for a while, Wu Jie felt that aside from shouting and screaming, the old man hadn’t proposed any concrete demands.

“Who is this guy?

Why doesn’t he agree to the demolition?” Wu Jie asked curiously.

Chu Yunxuan sighed silently.

“This old man is Meng Dacheng.

He was a notorious ruffian in his youth, known for his drinking and irritable, unreasonable nature!”

“This highway of ours needs to occupy his newly built house, the orchard behind the mountain, and the paddy field in front of the courtyard!”

“For the land occupation, house demolition, crop compensation, and resettlement, we offered him 1.6 million, but he demanded 4 million, with quite a few reasons given!”

“He said he spent 500,000 just on building the house and courtyard.

But look, it’s just a rough construction, not finished or furnished— where’s the value of 500,000 in that?

And it’s built without approval!”

“He also claimed his two-acre orchard behind the mountain could make tens of thousands a year selling fruits.

With a compensation of twenty times that amount, that would be a million just there, plus the paddy field could generate more income from rice and fish!”

“The most absurd thing is, many years ago, he and his wife divorced, and she moved out with their daughter.

Now they’ve come back to remarry, claiming compensation for the wife, daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter—that’s four people!”

“His son has been working in Tongcheng and hasn’t even dated yet—no partner at all.

Yet, this old man insists on arranging two compensation spots for his future daughter-in-law and grandson!”

“Adding up all these things, he said asking for 4 million was already giving Mr.

Wu face!”

Pfft!

Wu Jie couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Damn!

He’s asking a lot and still has the nerve to say he’s doing me a favor?

What if he wasn’t giving face—would he want five or six million then?

Look at this two-story building, hastily built with visible red bricks and structural beams.

500,000?

This is the countryside, where even with a building cost of one thousand per square meter, considering the current construction progress of this windswept, undecorated building, spending 100,000 would already be surprising.

Back then, I was also the deputy manager of the Tianyuan Flower Water Bay housing project—the cost of building materials and labor wasn’t expensive.

City housing prices are high just because the land is valuable!

A single plot of land can auction for tens to hundreds of billions.

Add construction costs, various taxes, and profits—wouldn’t it cost tens of thousands per square meter?

As for this house, still unauthorized, compensating 100,000 would be more than enough.

Besides, the orchard behind the house…

Looking at those sparse blood orange trees, it was clear to any discerning eye that they were poorly managed.

Even if they were well managed, how could two acres of fruit trees net tens of thousands a year?

The Wu Jianguo’s family also owns an orchard, managed with great care.

With various fertilization and irrigation practices, a single acre yields at max seven thousand kilograms of blood oranges.

Considering a wholesale price of three yuan per kilogram, the total income from two acres wouldn’t even reach fifty thousand.

And with various costs deducted…

how could it possibly net tens of thousands?

Could there be some sideline poultry business in the orchard?

And about those fish in the paddy field…

who are they kidding?

Who doesn’t know that to ensure rice yield, lots of pesticides are used.

What fish could withstand that?

The most ridiculous part is…

His wife and daughter, who had moved out long after divorcing, didn’t even live here.

Why should they qualify for resettlement compensation?

His son hasn’t even found a partner yet, and he already wants to allocate spots for his future daughter-in-law and grandson!

It’s just a classic case of being crazily greedy for money.

However…

The only remedy for sorrow is sudden wealth.

With the acceleration of urbanization, many people had become suddenly wealthy through demolitions.

Wu Jie had a typical example amongst his acquaintances.

‘Black Pupil King’ Xu Wei, whose family received several apartments as demolition compensation, made tens of thousands a month just from renting them out.

Was there any need to struggle with commuting on buses and subways, to work and hustle?

Everyone wanted to be a demolition nouveau riche.

For someone like Meng Dacheng, a ruffian from a remote village, this once-in-a-lifetime chance to become wealthy through demolition was not to be missed—how could he not seize it, not demand a hefty sum?

“Is his household the only one in the village that hasn’t signed?”

Wu Jie suddenly asked.

Chu Yunxuan nodded and said:

“For the road construction that needed land and houses, his was the only household that didn’t sign!

The demolition office even mobilized some villagers to persuade him not to delay the project, but they were chased away with a kitchen knife!”

“Meng Dacheng has always had a bad reputation in the village.

When they were raising funds to build a cement road, he refused to contribute.

Yet, when trucks from outside passed by afterward, he would stop them to collect tolls!”

“He claimed it was for maintenance due to the damage they caused to the road.

Because of this, he was even detained for three days!

Just look at his house, with no close neighbors on either side—everyone lives away from him, which tells you all you need to know!”

Wu Jie stroked his chin.

What a peculiar encounter!

As the saying goes,

It’s not that the old become bad, but the bad become old.

People like him need to be dealt with!

Opening the car door, Wu Jie said with a smile:

“Wait in the car.

I’ll go meet him!”

“Ah, Mr.

Wu!”

Chu Yunxuan quickly opened her door and hurried after Wu Jie.

“Be careful.

Last time I brought people to talk to him, he started throwing bricks from upstairs before we could finish a few words!”

“Don’t worry!

He definitely won’t dare to hit me!”

Wu Jie patted his shoulder bag, and Chu Yunxuan immediately grinned, understanding.

They hadn’t walked far before people noticed them.

“Mrs.

Chu, the supervisor, has arrived!”

“Hey, Mr.

Wu is here too!”

“Mr.

Wu is here!

Mr.

Wu is here!”

Amidst the cheering, a large crowd quickly swarmed toward them.

Especially those from the demolition office—they practically slid over, sprinting.

Upon meeting, they greeted him with bright smiles and handshakes.

It made Wu Jie somewhat embarrassed.

He wasn’t any major leader—why the ‘fiery enthusiasm’?

And upstairs, Meng Dacheng, looking down from his lofty vantage, also stopped his clamor.

After a brief pause, he immediately shouted:

“Is that Mr.

Wu arriving?

Mr.

Wu!

It’s Meng Dacheng!”

“You’ve come just in time.

You must help me seek justice!”

Meng Dacheng started to yell and shout from upstairs.

After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Wu Jie said,

“Everyone, step back.

I’ll go upstairs and meet him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, various objections arose.

“Mr.

Wu, don’t go!

That old man is really troublesome!”

“He must be mentally ill; his mind isn’t right!”

“That old guy gets crazy when he’s drunk; he could do anything!”

“It’s too dangerous, Mr.

Wu, please don’t go!”

…

No matter how much everyone tried to persuade him, Wu Jie still walked steadily toward the courtyard.

Many people initially wanted to follow him, but seeing the fierce appearance of Meng Dacheng on the rooftop, they immediately backed off.

And in fact…

Meng Dacheng didn’t harm Wu Jie at all, and instead, he was all smiles.

“Mr.

Wu, please, take it easy!”

“The staircase was just fixed and there’s no railing yet, please walk close to the wall!”

Amidst continuous cautions and in the presence of everyone, Wu Jie went upstairs.

It seemed that the building had just been topped off not long ago; the sprayed plastic film was still there, and the railings were not yet repaired.

“Mr.

Wu, you’ve finally come, I…”

“Meng Dacheng, how dare you!

Put down the kitchen knife!”

A voice suddenly shouted from downstairs.

It was Chu Yunxuan yelling sternly.

Meng Dacheng immediately reacted, threw away the kitchen knife, and then pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

“Smoke mine!”

Wu Jie took out a cigarette and offered one to him.

Moving to one side, Wu Jie sat on a stack of bricks and gestured to Meng Dacheng.

“Don’t just stand there dumbfounded!

Come over and sit down, and tell me whatever injustice you’ve got!”

Meng Dacheng chuckled, his face full of wrinkles instantly forming dense folds.

He stepped forward, piled up a few bricks as a makeshift bench, and sat down.

“Mr.

Wu, I don’t trust other people, but I trust you!”

“One, because you are a local from our county and know our situation!”

“Two, I heard you also come from a rural family; you must especially sympathize with us poor folks, I…”

Wu Jie waved his hand and said, “Just speak directly; no need to beat around the bush!”

Meng Dacheng took a deep drag on his cigarette.

“I definitely agree with the demolition; building a highway is such a good thing!”

“Mr.

Wu, you want to improve the livelihood of the hometown folks; Meng Dacheng wouldn’t fail to support you!”

“But my family’s situation is tough!

My wife divorced me ten years ago just because I was poor…”

Wu Jie listened patiently.

Inside and outside Meng Dacheng’s words was simply one theme: ‘crying poor’.

What about his daughter and son-in-law who got married and are struggling with a housing mortgage and raising children in the city!

And his son has a meager income from a city job, can’t afford a house or a car, and thus can’t find a wife!

He even said the two of them are getting old, in poor health, and without the orchard and paddy field, they won’t have means to support themselves in old age!

In summary,

His whole family was relying on this demolition to escape poverty and get rich.

Wu Jie is a billionaire, having married a wealthy and powerful beauty CEO.

Almost the entire county attended their wedding banquet, which alone cost tens of millions.

Not to mention, watching the TV news, selling Detox Pills brought in tens of billions a day.

Anyway, Wu Jie wouldn’t miss those four million; just treat it as pity for Meng Dacheng and his family and meet his demands.

Four million!

For Wu Jie, it wasn’t much; just the few minutes they’ve been talking, the Detox Pills produced could make more than four million.

“Wait!”

Wu Jie stopped Meng Dacheng’s sob story, his brows slightly furrowed, his scrutinizing gaze fixed on him.

What is called shameless?

What is called disrespecting the elderly?

This is a living example!

“What’s the matter, Mr.

Wu?

Do you agree?

I…”

Before Meng Dacheng could get carried away, Wu Jie immediately pressed down with his hand a couple of times.

“Whether I agree or not, we’ll talk about it later; I have a few questions I’d like to ask you!”

The corners of Meng Dacheng’s eyes lifted with joy as he said, “Mr.

Wu, you are really too polite; just say what you want to ask!”

Wu Jie smiled faintly, flicked some cigarette ash, and asked,

“So, my family is in Pingle Town, and we’ve been peasants for generations; you know that, right?”

Meng Dacheng nodded repeatedly: “Of course, I know; that’s why you’re generously planning to construct a highway to aid the poor, right?”

Wu Jie laughed.

“What’s the price of a house in your town per square meter?”

“Two to three thousand, I think!”

“And what about wages?

Like being a bricklayer or a carpenter, how much can one make a month?”

“It’s less in our town; one has to go to Tongcheng.

My son can earn three to four hundred a day there!”

…

After some casual chat, Wu Jie suddenly asked,

“Then your fruit trees, house, water field, along with your and your son’s resettlement compensation, add up to one million six hundred thousand.

Why do you think that’s too little?

I’ve already offered 20% above the legal standard!”

Meng Dacheng immediately defended, “It’s too little indeed!

My two acres of fruit trees earn at least fifty thousand a year; over twenty years isn’t that a million?

My water field can also raise fish; I…”

Noticing Wu Jie’s stern gaze, Meng Dacheng couldn’t continue.

“Brag!

I’m a local here; you tell me your two acres of fruit trees earn fifty thousand a year?

And fishing in your water field…should I immediately get someone to drain the water and let everyone see how many pounds of fish are really in there?”

Meng Dacheng then said, “That’s considering the settlement quota; my family of seven should get one million four hundred thousand!”

“Seven people?”

Wu Jie looked around.

“Where are they?

I don’t see anyone.

How many people are registered on your family’s household registration book?”

Meng Dacheng pouted, “Why are you behaving like those people?

I admit it’s just me and my son on it!”

“But my wife is remarrying me, and my daughter, son-in-law, and grandchild are moving their registration back here, but the village and town refuse!”

“Also, my son is eventually going to marry and have children; why can’t we ask for a few more quotas?”

Wu Jie scornfully asked, “So according to you, your son and daughter might even have a second child, your grandchildren will also marry and have kids, maybe one day, despite your age, you’ll have another child; so we should give you a dozen quotas, right?”

Meng Dacheng widened his eyes in surprise and said,

“Well, that would be great for a house full of children!”

“Great my ass!” Wu Jie harshly berated, “You old scoundrel are really awful!”