Nighttime.

Song Guanchao arrived at the Fengmen Building's convenience store.

He planned to stay here for a while.

In the courtyard, Zhong Aimin was sipping on some liquor, occasionally humming a tune, in high spirits.

Song Guanchao asked, "Old man, did you see the demolition plan?"

"I did."

"You did?" Song Guanchao was quite surprised, "You saw it and still so happy? Did you miss something?"

Zhong Aimin said, "The house ticket compensation, didn't miss it."

"What do you think about this compensation plan then?"

"What can I think, I'm against it."

Song Guanchao sighed in relief.

But he felt the old man's reaction was too calm.

It's as if nothing could cause an emotional ripple for this old man.

You must know, this little store, front and back combined, is about three hundred square meters.

If demolished by market price, at least three million.

And in cash!

If replaced by house tickets, the price is completely different.

House tickets aren't worth much.

Three million worth of house tickets should at least be discounted to seventy percent.

If there are many restrictions on house tickets, cutting it in half isn't unreasonable.

All in all, it means a loss of over a million, yet the old man didn't show any emotion.

Song Guanchao asked, "If you disagree and they forcibly demolish, what will you do?"

"Forcibly demolish?"

Zhong Aimin's smile faded, and he said, "I'd like to see them try!"

Song Guanchao said, "People fight for money like birds for food. This project involves billions in profit. There's nothing they wouldn't dare to do."

Zhong Aimin remained silent, showing no emotion, continuing to drink and hum.

Song Guanchao was convinced.

This old man is really something.

He took a sip of his drink and said, "Old man, don't worry. With me here, what's yours is still yours!"

Zhong Aimin smiled slightly, "You mean, you can secure my compensation?"

"What about the others? Can they secure theirs too?"

Song Guanchao nodded, "Yes!"

"But not immediately."

"Some things I can't tell you in detail."

"Just know, I'm keeping an eye on this, and so are the city leaders."

Zhong Aimin hummed in acknowledgment, without asking for details, seemingly uninterested.

Time flew by, and another week passed.

This day, Monday.

In Lingbei District, near the Fengmen Building area, a two-story street-side little shop.

Da Yuan Real Estate rented it as an office to handle demolition affairs.

Jiang Xiuwen had already returned to the Provincial City, leaving this matter to his eldest son Jiang Sheng.

This was a test for him.

If the project went smoothly, Jiang Sheng would have an accomplishment to show.

In the future, he could get more resources from the Jiang Family.

In the office, Zhao Ji, the general manager in charge of the Fengmen Building project group at Da Yuan Real Estate, was reporting on work.

He rambled on about a bunch of things, and Jiang Sheng interrupted with a wave, "Focus on the key points. Where are we with the demolition progress? How many households left?"

"Ahem." Zhao Ji cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed, "Well, it's not how many left, it's that none have signed."

Jiang Sheng was incredulous, "A week and not even one has signed? What are you doing?"

Zhao Ji said, "Mr. Jiang, our demolition compensation plan is not agreed upon by the residents."

Jiang Sheng said, "And you just stop because they disagree? The company pays you to do nothing?"

"Among so many residents, aren't there any with stable jobs or government positions? Can't you coordinate with the city government to have the civil servants lead by example?"

"If none of them are signing, there must be some troublemakers causing issues, find out who is stirring things up, and control them!"

"Do I have to teach you this?"

In demolition, there's too much to know, having worked in real estate with Jiang Xiuwen for so long, Jiang Sheng had figured out most of the tricks.

At this moment, he guided with ease, having plenty of ideas.

Zhao Ji repeatedly nodded, "I'll go arrange it right away."

after he left, Jiang Sheng snorted, feeling very frustrated.

This project was very important to him.

No mistakes were allowed!

Bzzz~

The phone vibrated.

Jiang Sheng picked it up to see, caller ID showed [Li Qingtang].

This Li Qingtang was the son of Li Zhen Ting, the Deputy Governor of Nanjiang Province.

Li Zhen Ting oversaw development and reform, natural resources, planning, and finance, and among all deputy governors, he was ranked first, aside from the Executive Deputy Governor Qu Xiangru.

The Jiang Family was very close with this Deputy Governor.

Governor Li's son, Li Qingtang, was an idler, using his family's resources to amass money in various ways.

Jiang Sheng had no affection for him.

But for the Jiang Family, this kind of idler is the best breaking point.

The Jiang Family's business in the province would share some benefits with Li Qingtang.

Sometimes, Li Qingtang would even come asking for it.

Suddenly calling, Jiang Sheng already guessed his motive.

"Mr. Li, what makes you think to call me?"

"Jiang Sheng, you're in Lingjiang?"

"Yes."

"I heard your Jiang family acquired several plots in Lingjiang?"

"Yeah, got seven plots. Mr. Li interested?"

"Hey, I'm very interested, no rush. Let's talk over dinner tonight."

"Sure, when Mr. Li arrives, give me a call, I'll arrange it."

He hung up.

Jiang Sheng snorted, "Unlucky."

He knew Li Qingtang wanted a cut of this project.

And unfortunately, he couldn't refuse.

The Jiang Family's main industry was in the provincial city; offending the son of Governor Li wasn't a wise move.

Moreover, there's no need to offend.

Maintaining this relationship, the money sent out is a protection fee.

By evening, Li Qingtang arrived, and Jiang Sheng secured a reservation, preparing to go when Zhao Ji returned.

"Mr. Jiang, those demolition households still refuse to sign."

Jiang Sheng's face darkened, "You worked all day to tell me this?"

Zhao Ji said bitterly, "Mr. Jiang, our usual methods don't work here."

"Among the demolition households, some do have stable positions. I even contacted their units, asking the leaders to pressure them to cooperate and sign the compensation agreement."

"But they refuse to sign."

"Even with their leaders stepping in, they remain stubborn."

Jiang Sheng frowned, "That tough?"

It's known, anyone with a formal position, whether civil service or administration.

Once their leader steps in, even knowing signing means losing, they'd still compromise for their job.

But it wasn't working this time.

This was quite odd.

Jiang Sheng suddenly squinted, thinking of someone.

Song Guanchao!

He suspected, could it be this guy causing trouble!

Being able to let a group with formal positions act fearlessly.

Only meant they had a bigger backer behind them.

If it was Song Guanchao, it all made sense.

"I see."

Jiang Sheng quickly headed out.

He was pretty sure it was Song Guanchao causing trouble.

He sneered.

"You damn Song, asking for it, I'll give it to you!"

"Let's see if your head is harder or if the shoes of the Governor's son are harder!"

He suddenly felt Li Qingtang's arrival was just right!

Though a wastrel, and greedy, Li Qingtang had a redeeming quality, he always helped once he got his cut!

He refused to believe that with the Governor's son involved, Song Guanchao would still dare to cause trouble?

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