Song Guanchao didn't mind her discontent, but caught her phrase "abnormal signal".

Wu Qiangwei saw him thinking and didn't interrupt.

These past two days, Song Guanchao has been working with emotions, unable to think calmly.

Similarly, Wu Qiangwei was also affected by him, unable to settle down and think.

If you think carefully, you will find that the demolition of Fengmen Building has big issues, very unusual.

Song Guanchao instinctively reached for a cigarette, only to remember that this was an office.

As he was retracting his hand, a woman's cigarette was handed over.

Song Guanchao looked up and met Wu Qiangwei's eyes, Wu Qiangwei immediately averted her gaze.

"Cough." Song Guanchao took the cigarette and lit it himself.

After taking a drag, he continued to ponder.

Wu Qiangwei just mentioned one thing, which was the demolition compensation had dropped again.

So, what she referred to as unusual could only be this matter.

How could the reduction in demolition compensation be unusual?

In a short time, Song Guanchao found it difficult to link these two things together.

After finishing a cigarette, Song Guanchao still couldn't figure it out.

"Can't think of it?" Wu Qiangwei's pleasant voice sounded.

Song Guanchao nodded, "Please advise, Secretary."

"Hmph!"

At this moment, Wu Qiangwei showed rare arrogance, "Now you know how to talk to me civilly?"

Song Guanchao awkwardly scratched his head, knowing that because of him, her emotions had fluctuated greatly these past two days.

Getting dead drunk last night was obviously also because of him.

He could just resign, but she wasn't a loner; she couldn't be as carefree as him.

This left her stuck in the middle, being nobody's person inside or out.

With this thought, Song Guanchao felt a bit apologetic, "Sorry."

After apologizing, there was still no word from Wu Qiangwei.

Looking up, he saw Wu Qiangwei's eyes seemed a bit red.

She sniffed and turned her head, "The demolition price is too abnormal."

"A market price of ten thousand, reduced to seven thousand, is excessive but still within a reasonable range."

"Reduced to five thousand is already a bit abnormal."

"But at that time, you were emotionally agitated, so you wouldn't speak properly, and I wasn't in the mood to think it through."

"Now reduced to two thousand; it's exaggeratedly abnormal."

Song Guanchao pondered, "Which aspect does Secretary mean by abnormal?"

"In all aspects."

Wu Qiangwei said, "Even if the treasury has no money, it shouldn't be pressed down this low."

"With the price this low, residents couldn't possibly sign, and later on, violence will definitely be used."

"Since Secretary Lu wants to use this project to accumulate political achievements, he couldn't do it so recklessly. But now, the demolition price has already crossed the line."

With her reminder, Song Guanchao finally realized where exactly she meant by abnormal.

Ten thousand pressed down to two thousand.

It's like forcing this group of displaced persons to a dead end.

Even if reporting is useless, but once a death incident occurs, Lu Zhizhong will also face accountability.

Couldn't he realize what kind of impact pressing the price so low would cause?

Song Guanchao couldn't help but doubt, "Is this really Secretary Lu's intention?"

He didn't believe Secretary Lu wouldn't know the risks of doing so.

Wu Qiangwei shook her head; she also didn't know if Secretary Lu was aware of the specifics.

Song Guanchao said solemnly, "It seems that besides reporting, there's no other way."

Wu Qiangwei glanced at him, frustrated, "Can't you think a bit more? You can only think of reporting?"

Song Guanchao remained silent.

Besides reporting, he really couldn't think of another way.

He looked at Wu Qiangwei, "Does the Secretary have a solution?"

Wu Qiangwei took a sip of tea and said, "When the demolition notices come out, I'll talk to Secretary Lu."

"See if we can compensate with resettlement housing instead."

Song Guanchao had initially provided three choices for demolition compensation.

On Secretary Lu's side, only cash compensation was offered, and it was pressed so low.

Wu Qiangwei's idea was to use resettlement housing as compensation.

The construction of the relocation housing could be entrusted to the developer, with all the funds initially fronted by the developer, and when the financial funds ease up, pay the developer for the construction costs.

The major challenge here is to persuade the developers to advance the funds.

But at least it's an option.

It's better than Song Guanchao running off to Beijing to file a petition.

Filing a petition not only ruins one's future but doesn't fundamentally solve the problem either.

In contrast, Wu Qiangwei's suggestion, although imperfect, is a solution.

Song Guanchao's eyes lit up, this was indeed a good plan.

"Secretary, you have a brilliant mind and are both smart and beautiful; it's the fortune of Lingjiang's people to have you as the secretary!"

"Shut up!" Wu Qiangwei's face darkened, this bastard, starting again!

Thinking about his attitude towards her over the past two days, his decisiveness and determination when submitting his resignation, and now seeing his playful grin, Wu Qiangwei ground her teeth, "Go write the resignation report and submit it, I'll personally send it to the Organization Department later."

"Resignation?"

Song Guanchao, thick-skinned, "What resignation, Secretary? Who's resigning?"

Wu Qiangwei's lips curled slightly, pointing at the door, "Out!"

"Got it."

Just as he reached the door, Wu Qiangwei said, "Hold on a second."

"Does Secretary have any other instructions?"

"Change back into your clothes."

"Understood."

Song Guanchao returned home to change into a suit.

As soon as he stepped out, he received a call from Lu Feng.

"Class monitor, just got word that the compensation for demolition over here has dropped again."

"I heard."

"Huh? Who did you hear it from?"

"From the Secretary."

"Tsk! Your boss gets information faster than I do."

Song Guanchao replied, "Keep monitoring. If there's any change, inform me immediately."

"By the way, class monitor, should we continue contacting those displaced persons?"

"No need to contact them anymore."

"Understood."

With a new solution in mind, Song Guanchao felt more at ease.

Now, just waiting for the demolition announcement.

However, there was still one thing Song Guanchao didn't understand.

Who exactly pressed this price down?

Secretary Lu is such a clever person; he shouldn't do such a foolish thing.

He guessed it was probably done secretly by the lower-downs.

After all, Secretary Lu was just leading the project, but it was Secretary Sun who was actually in charge.

He couldn't personally handle everything, both because he didn't have the energy and didn't have the time.

Time flew by, and three days passed.

These days, whenever Liang Jiajia wasn't at home, he stayed at Fengmen Building, freeloading for food and drink.

At the same time, through the old man, he learned some specific situations about the residents of Fengmen Building.

This old man has lived in Fengmen Building for decades, able to call out the names of each household.

Friday.

After work, as soon as Song Guanchao and Wu Qiangwei came out of the building, Wu Qiangwei suddenly received a call from Director Qin.

She stood at the bottom of the stairs, "Director Qin, hello... okay, I understand."

Song Guanchao strained his ears, waiting for her to hang up. Before he could ask, Wu Qiangwei had already said, "Something happened at Fengmen Building."

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