Countercurrent 1982

Chapter 549 Mediator

"500 yuan!?" The old man surnamed Ding's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he pointed to Xu Fugui and said, "You really dismiss the people in our village as beggars? Now all the land in our village has been It’s so polluted that it’s almost impossible to grow it, and many people get sick, so 500 yuan is nothing!”

"Secretary Xu, they are here to blackmail..." The young man standing behind Xu Fugui looked angry and had already rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to make a move.

"Shut up!" Xu Fugui scolded the young man, and then said to the old man surnamed Ding: "Old Ding, please tell me the price of compensation. Save some face, after all, the two of us have been friends for so many years."

"Give our village 3 yuan, and we'll leave immediately!" The old man surnamed Ding raised his eyebrows and said simply.

"3 yuan!? Why don't you grab it!!"

"It's just too much to deceive!"

"Secretary, don't talk nonsense to them, beat them up and they will be honest!"

As soon as old man Ding's words fell, the villagers on the side of Ma Junying were in a panic, holding sticks in their hands and preparing to strike.

The drug price of 3 yuan is obviously beyond the expectations of many villagers. In their opinion, this is simply a sky-high price. Even if Majunying Village has money now, it is absolutely impossible to accept such a blackmail price.

The villagers around Daxing have a tough folk style, and fights and fights between villages happen from time to time, so seeing that things can't be reached, the two sides are ready to do it.

Duan Yun, who was standing behind the crowd, couldn't help but frowned after seeing this scene.

In fact, in his opinion, the main root cause of this conflict is the huge disparity between the rich and the poor in the two villages.

From the clothes worn by the villagers on both sides, it can be seen that the villagers in Xintianbao are really poor. Although people in the 70s and 83s generally had patched clothes and were even proud of it, it has been [-] years and they still wear If you don't have a decent piece of clothing, it means that the village is poor to a certain extent.

The villagers of Xintianbao Village saw that the Majunying villagers, who were as poor as they were in the past, have now set up a plastic factory, have jobs, and become more and more prosperous. As for the old man surnamed Ding saying that he poisoned the two sheep in his village, it was actually just a pretext. What he said just now completely exposed his true purpose, they came to ask for money.

"I said, Lao Ding, you are going too far. It costs 3 yuan to open your mouth. You have the face to say it. Are the sheep in your village made of gold? Two sheep are worth 3 yuan. ?" Xu Fugui said in suppressed anger.

3 yuan is affordable for a village-run plastic factory today, but Xu Fugui is not a soft persimmon to be trampled on by others. Besides, this plastic factory is a factory-run enterprise, and any huge sum of money spent will be difficult. It needs to be discussed at the village committee meeting to pass it. Xu Fugui can't directly make the decision by himself, so he will definitely not agree to the price offered by the new and old man.

"Anyway, you poisoned the sheep in our village, and made it impossible for us to grow our land, and people are sick. If you don't spend the 3 yuan today, we will never end!" The old man surnamed Ding obviously made up his mind. He made up his mind and had no intention of backing down.

"Anyway, if you don't have evidence, you can't buckle the pot of shit on us! I'm sure I won't pay for it," Xu Fugui said without showing any weakness.

"Does that mean that there is no reason to talk about it?" The old man surnamed Ding turned cold, and then waved to the villagers behind him and said: "Give me all, and smash their plastic factory!"

"I'll see who dares to move!" Xu Fugui shouted angrily.

This plastic factory is related to the livelihood of hundreds of people in the whole village, Xu Fugui definitely wants to keep this factory.

Different from the people in the city, unless the villagers in Daxing encountered life-threatening incidents, they would do it privately. If something happened to the family, the village head and secretary would come forward to coordinate and solve it, and there was no need to go through the business.

The two villages used to have various frictions in the past, and group fights have become commonplace, but generally speaking, the villagers of the two villages would not fight to the death. about there.

But things seem to be a little different today.

Standing behind the crowd, Duan Yun inadvertently saw a villager in Xintianbao Village with a machete and an ax hanging on his waist. The value of his feeling was obviously to be desperate...

Duan Yun is a person who doesn't like to stand out, but this time it's different, because he has more interests involved with Ma Junying Village. On the one hand, he is a shareholder of the plastic factory run by the factory. Secretary Xu's son, and the people in the security department in his factory were all recruited from Ma Junying. These people will become his confidantes and backbone in the future, so no matter what, he can't just watch the tragedy happen in front of him .

"Don't do anything!" After hesitating for a moment, Duan Yun walked to the front of the crowd and shouted to the people on both sides.

"Master Duan, it's none of your business here, you just go to the side and hide first." Xu Fugui turned his head and said to Duan Yun.

"If you have something to say, don't do it yet..." Duan Yun stepped forward and said.

"What are you? Go away!" A young man standing behind old man Ding cursed at Duan Yun.

"If you want to get the money, you must listen to me!" Duan Yun said to the old man Ding calmly.

"Nonsense, who are you?" The young man obviously didn't believe Duan Yun's words, so he swung his stick and was about to rush over.

"Don't move!" The old man surnamed Ding suddenly stopped the villagers behind him, looked at Duan Yun carefully, and asked, "Who are you?"

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Duan Yun is wearing a high-end woolen Chinese tunic suit with a pen in his pocket, his hair is combed meticulously, and the leather shoes under his feet are shining brightly. He looks like a city cadre His attire was in stark contrast to the surrounding villagers, so that the old man surnamed Ding was somewhat confused about his origin.

"Master Duan..." Xu Fugui said to Duan Yun with a smile on his face.

"I'll settle this matter, and you don't have to worry about it." Duan Yun settled down with Xu Fugui, then turned to look at the old man surnamed Ding, and said to him: "Master, can we have a private talk ?”

"Who are you?" the old man surnamed Ding asked.

"My name is Duan Yun, and I am the general manager of Red Star Labor Service Company." Duan Yun said with a smile.

"You...you are that college student!?" The old man surnamed Ding thought for a moment, then asked in surprise.

(End of this chapter)