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Chapter 857 - 857 856 Money Talks!

857: Chapter 856: Money Talks!

857: Chapter 856: Money Talks!

Wu Jie barked angrily.

Meng Dacheng, full of hope, was startled.

Under Wu Jie’s stern gaze, Meng Dacheng became somewhat fidgety.

“I’ve seen shameless people, but I’ve never seen anyone as unashamed as you!”

“Your daughter-in-law is not even in the picture yet, and your grandchild’s whereabouts are unknown, yet you have the cheek to fight for two resettlement spots for your daughter-in-law and grandchild.

Have you no shame?”

“But…

but I…”

Meng Dacheng’s lips twitched slightly, and he seemed somewhat embarrassed.

Wu Jie shouted angrily, “But what?

You want a resettlement spot without even seeing the people; why don’t you claim that your son will marry three wives and four concubines and give you a dozen grandchildren?”

“You’ve got the nerve to spout such nonsense; you say you’re giving me face?

Are you bullying me because you think I’m a fool with too much money?”

Grinding his teeth, Meng Dacheng quickly said,

“What about my wife then?

We’re reconciled.

Why can’t she move back in with me?”

“And my daughter, she’s my own flesh and blood, why can’t her family join me?”

Wu Jie snorted coldly, “They want to come back now that your house is being demolished, but what if it wasn’t?

Why did your wife divorce you in the first place?”

Meng Dacheng swore, “Because I was poor, she looked down on me, so we divorced, and each took a child!”

Wu Jie questioned, “And your reconciliation, it’s probably not because the love has been rekindled, or the broken mirror has been mended, but because you want to increase the number of spots and split the resettlement money, right?”

“I…”

Meng Dacheng immediately bowed his head and stopped talking.

The various news caused by demolition had long ceased to be fresh.

Rushing to build temporary housing to increase the area, fake marriages to increase spots, divorces to increase the number of households, working overtime to rush for pregnancy…

These tricks were not new to Wu Jie.

And Meng Dacheng’s request was just too odd and preposterous.

“What do you mean, ‘you’?

Sit down!”

Wu Jie commanded with another fierce shout.

Hesitating for a moment, Meng Dacheng eventually sat down.

“I know what you’re thinking; you’ve been poor for most of your life, and now that a demolition windfall has come, you want to bite off more than you can chew!”

“Demolishing an old house for a new one, reaching out to an ex-wife you divorced ten years ago, finding your daughter who doesn’t even acknowledge you—you must have also made promises to share half the resettlement money with them, right?”

Meng Dacheng had nothing to say, only hanging his head low.

Wu Jie blew a smoke ring, his brows stern as he gazed at Meng Dacheng.

“If they were really determined to make a scene with you, they would have stayed here, wouldn’t they?”

“Not even your son is here; that alone proves they don’t want to join your unreasonable demands!”

“Your notoriety in this eight-mile radius is enough to embarrass them; would they want to lose more face by making a scene with you?”

“Anyone with a normal brain knows that with this demolition, everyone’s getting a good deal, clamoring to sign up and get the bonus!”

Drawing heavily on his cigarette, Wu Jie scoffed,

“The construction period is tight, the task is heavy, and I damn well don’t lack money!”

“If we go by the standards, could your sickly orchard, this unfinished house foundation, and this tiny rice paddy bring you over a million?”

“You’ve lost your land, but it’s not like the village hasn’t allocated you land.

Without your house, it’s not like you won’t be given a plot to rebuild.

They’re also buying you social security for retirement, and before the house is fixed, you’re given a transitional allowance!”

“In this backwater where the annual per capita income is less than ten thousand, what more do you want?

Open your mouth and demand four million; with your bad habits of gluttony, laziness, alcoholism, and gambling, even four hundred billion would eventually vanish, right?”

“Besides, the money to demolish the old house and build the new one was borrowed, wasn’t it?

You’ve run out of money to continue construction, so if I decide not to demolish your house, what do you plan on doing?

Go out and work to pay off debts?”

Meng Dacheng still kept his head down, silent.

But clearly, he shuddered slightly.

Poverty shortens one’s ambitions like a horse’s gaunt body grows long hair!

No matter how fierce, how savage…

money is the ultimate power!

Having taken the last drag of his cigarette, Wu Jie stood up.

“I’m giving you two choices now!”

“Either agree to the compensation terms, and just like the other households actively signing up, you’ll also get the ten thousand yuan bonus,”

“or keep resisting to the end.

I’ll change the route temporarily—even if it costs more, I’ll never give in to your unreasonable demands!”

“If you succeed, what would the other villagers who cooperated with the demolition think?”

No sooner had Wu Jie finished speaking than Meng Dacheng suddenly looked up.

“If it doesn’t go through my property, you’ll have to take a detour, right?

Wouldn’t the previously acquired land have been a waste of money?”

Wu Jie smiled faintly.

“People fight for respect like a Buddha demands incense!

I’d rather detour a mile or two, spend an extra hundred million or two, than let you have your way.

As for the land already acquired, I could repurpose it for a service area, emergency lanes, and the like!”

“Even then, I could let the villagers take back their land to farm for free, let them pick up a bargain; in any case, I just won’t demolish your house, to see what you can do about it!”

Meng Dacheng looked at Wu Jie with that rich and willful demeanor.

His gaze held envy, fear, and an unwillingness to accept.

Trying to out-stubborn someone?

Out-trick them?

Would I be scared of a thug like you?

When it comes down to demolition, if the money’s right, there’s nothing that can’t be demolished.

Those making a ruckus, yelling, and splashing around—they’re just vying for more money, aren’t they?

I’m not afraid!

With the upcoming noon auction and the extra ten thousand “Detox Pills” released, the cost of the detour could be covered.

So…

Wu Jie had already made up his mind, not just about Meng Dacheng in front of him.

The same went for others who disagreed with the demolition.

Offering them 20% more and they still didn’t agree, insisting on an exorbitant price?

Then I’ll just work with those willing to cooperate with the demolition—take a longer detour, spend more money if I have to.

Moreover, with optimized route design using tunnels and bridges, it might not even add to the distance.

As long as you’re willing to spend more, sparing no expense, what can’t be done?

“Why are you still hesitating?

Bring out that same energy you had when you were shirtless, brandishing a kitchen knife, and shouting at the top of your lungs!”

Wu Jie flicked the burned-out cigarette butt onto the ground and crushed it with his foot.

Meng Dacheng wavered, his eyes spinning.

He was clearly tempted.

Wu Jie had money to burn; he might actually prefer to take a detour.

Just thinking about it, you’d know that if an exception were made for oneself.

Then would the other relocates who had already signed be content?

“It’s not that, Mr.

Wu, about that 1.6 million, could it possibly not include the cost for repairing my house and the transition fee?

I…”

Wu Jie raised an eyebrow.

“Are you trying to haggle with me?

Don’t you know the old saying, ‘Money talks’?”

Meng Dacheng smiled awkwardly.

“I…

Can I consider it for another couple of days?

I…”

Before he could finish, Wu Jie turned around and walked away.

That was it.

Meng Dacheng became desperate.

“Don’t go, Mr.

Wu, I agree, I agree to everything!”

Amid his shouting, Meng Dacheng hurriedly took two steps at a time to catch up.

“But I have one last small condition, it won’t be a bit of trouble for you!”

Wu Jie stopped, glancing sideways slightly.

“Speak!”

Meng Dacheng pleaded with a sheepish smile:

“Could you advance me one hundred thousand?

The contractor who’s fixing my house calls me several times a day, if I don’t pay soon, he’s going to send people to tear down my house.”

…

A few minutes later.

Wu Jie got back into the car.

“Next one!”

Chu Yunxuan’s eyes sparkled with surprise and admiration.

The toughest old thug, Wu Jie went up and within less than five minutes, had him neatly sorted out.

It was beyond imagination!

Suppressing her curiosity, Chu Yunxuan turned the car around and after driving quite a distance, she finally asked:

“Jie, how exactly did you convince him?

We were too far to hear clearly!”

Wu Jie looked out the window, a cold smile on his face.

“Convince him?

I just told him, either agree to the demolition, or I’ll just change the route!”

“Ah?

This…”

Chu Yunxuan looked surprised.

“Change the route?

That would cost so much money!

Plus, it would mean having to do the surveys and designs again, and redo the reporting and approval, it would be such a delay!”

Wu Jie just smiled lightly.

“That was just a psychological tactic.

In reality, people like him, having gained an advantage from this demolition, they’re already pleased as punch and think since Wu Jie is so rich, he can spend tens of millions on a wedding, so he surely won’t quibble over a little more money with them!”

“But a wedding is one thing, demolition compensation is another!

I have the freedom to increase the compensation if I want, so I also have the right to change the route if I need to!

Once I took a firm stance, how could he refuse?”

Chu Yunxuan smiled sweetly.

“Jie, if everyone could be as rich and capricious as you, and also be in charge, the demolition would surely have been done by now!”

Wu Jie paused slightly.

“That’s true.

So, to make sure the project goes smoothly, from now on, I’ll personally visit every relocate that we can’t deal with!”

“Also, for the demolition offices of each section, working hard in this heat is tough, so in addition to the existing meal allowances and rewards, give everyone a heatstroke prevention bonus of ten thousand yuan!”

“Ten thousand?

That’s…” Chu Yunxuan was somewhat taken aback: “Wouldn’t that be a bit troublesome?

It’s being strictly monitored now…”

Wu Jie snorted coldly: “What’s there to fear?

If I can raise the relocation compensation for our folks by twenty percent, can’t I give a little subsidy to the demolition staff?

If anyone makes a big fuss over such a trivial matter, they shouldn’t blame me for inviting them to a little dark room for tea!”

Chu Yunxuan smiled faintly, knowing that further discussion was pointless.

By the time they reached the next house, it was almost noon.

The sun had become even more merciless.

Though early autumn had officially begun, with September approaching, it was still the season plagued by the ‘old wives’ summer.’

The fierce sun baked the earth.

The second house was located even further from the mountain village road, climbing slopes and crossing ridges under the scorching sun.

Soon, Wu Jie was soaked in sweat.

As for Chu Yunxuan…

An umbrella could only protect against UV rays, not the brutal heat!

During a break in the shade, Wu Jie noticed her shirt had been soaked with sweat.

The mountain breeze was gentle, and her hair fluttered.

Chu Yunxuan lifted her delicate hands to tuck her hair behind her ears.

Her eyes gazed at Wu Jie with deep affection, tinged with a hint of shyness and palpitation.

Like a naïve young girl experiencing her first love, she was somewhat green, somewhat nervous.

Her heartbeat quickened, her breathing hastened.

She wanted so badly to gaze at him tenderly, yet feared startling Wu Jie.

So, Chu Yunxuan deliberately looked away, daring only to observe any changes in Wu Jie’s expression from the corner of her eye.

Wu Jie didn’t dwell on the sight, despite the special allure.

“Are you still tired?

Need another break?” Wu Jie asked with concern.

Chu Yunxuan shook her head vigorously: “Not tired!

I’m just too happy being with you!”

“Happy is one thing, but you can’t just stand in the sun!

We’ve got several more houses to visit, and driving and climbing up to each one is too inefficient!”

Muttering to himself, Wu Jie immediately made a phone call.

What kind of transport is both fast and unrestricted by terrain?

Of course, a helicopter!

Not long after dealing with the second house, a buzzing roar filled the sky.

A military green helicopter flew over the hills, circled in a tight radius, and then slowly hovered above the ridge.

Chu Yunxuan handed the car keys to the demolition staff and immediately followed Wu Jie to board the helicopter.

The strong wind howled like a hurricane, making it hard to keep one’s eyes open.

Hardly seated in the cabin, Wu Jie was instantly shocked.

The fierce wind had blown open the buttons on Chu Yunxuan’s shirt…