500 yuan!?" The old man surnamed Ding suddenly widened his eyes when he heard this, only to see him pointing at Xu Fugui and saying: "Do you really treat the people in our village as if they were asking for food? Now the land in our village is so polluted that it is almost impossible to plant, and many people are sick, 500 yuan is a fart!"

"Secretary Xu, they are here to blackmail......" The young man standing behind Xu Fugui looked angry, and he had already rolled up his sleeves, looking at the posture and preparing to make a move.

"Shut up!" Xu Fugui scolded the young man, and then said to the old man surnamed Ding: "Then Lao Ding, you can tell me the price of compensation, we are not afraid of things, to put it bluntly, we just want to save some face for you, after all, the two of us have been friends for so many years." ”

"Give us 30,000 yuan for our village, and we will leave immediately!" the old man surnamed Ding raised his eyebrows and said very simply.

"30,000 yuan!?Why don't you grab it!!"

"It's just too much of a deception!"

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

As soon as Old Man Ding's words fell, the villagers on the side of the Ma military camp suddenly exploded, and they all carried the sticks in their hands, and they were about to make a move.

The price of 30,000 yuan is obviously beyond the expectations of many villagers, in their opinion, this is simply a sky-high price, even if Ma Junying Village has money now, it is absolutely impossible to accept such a blackmail price.

The villagers around Daxing are all fierce, and fights and brawls between villages occur from time to time, so seeing that things cannot be discussed, the two sides are ready to start working.

And Duan Yun, who was standing at the back of the crowd, couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene.

In fact, in his opinion, the main source of this contradiction is that the disparity between the rich and the poor in the two villages is too great.

It can be seen from the clothes worn by the villagers on both sides that the villagers of Xintianbao are really poor, although people in the sixties and seventies generally had patches on their clothes, and even took pride in it, but now it is 83 years, and they can't wear a decent dress, which means that the village has been poor to a certain extent.

And the villagers of Xintianbao Village see that the villagers of Ma Junying, who were as poor as them in the past, have now set up a plastic factory, have jobs, and are getting richer and richer, this psychological imbalance and jealousy accumulate day by day, and one day it will explode, as for the old man surnamed Ding who said that he poisoned the two sheep in their village, in fact, it is just a reason, and the sentence just now completely exposed his true purpose, they are here to ask for money.

"I said Lao Ding, you are too much, you will ask for 30,000 yuan when you open your mouth, and you still have the face to say it, the sheep in your village are made of gold? Two sheep are worth 30,000 yuan?" Xu Fugui said with suppressed anger.

30,000 yuan is worth for today's village-run plastic factory, but Xu Fugui is not a soft persimmon to be ravaged by, and this plastic factory is a village-run enterprise, and any use of a huge amount of money needs to be discussed by the village committee before it can be passed.

"Anyway, you poisoned the sheep in our village, and we couldn't plant the land, and the people were sick, if you don't come up with the 30,000 yuan today, we won't be finished!" The old man surnamed Ding had obviously made up his mind, and he had no intention of backing down.

"Anyway, you can't deduct the basin on our heads without evidence! I definitely won't pay this money," Xu Fugui said without showing weakness.

"Does that mean it's unreasonable?" The old man surnamed Ding turned cold, and then waved to the villagers behind him and said, "Give me all the time, and smash their plastic factory for me!"

"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 village, and Xu Fugui will definitely keep this factory.

Unlike the people in the city, these local villagers in Daxing are all through private affairs unless they encounter something that is critical to their lives.

In the past, there were often various frictions between the two villages, and it was common for such things to fight in groups, but in general, the villagers of the two villages would not kill each other when they fought, and it was generally about the same if they injured a few on both sides.

But things seem to be a little different today.

Duan Yun, who was standing behind the crowd, inadvertently saw someone on the side of the villagers of Xintianbao Village with a firewood knife and axe hanging from their waists, and the value of the feeling was obviously to come desperately......

Duan Yun is a person who doesn't like to come out, but this time it is different, because he and Ma Junying Village's interests are more involved, on the one hand, he is a shareholder of the factory-run plastic factory, on the other hand, Duan Yun's two apprentices are the sons of Secretary Xu, and the people in the security department of his factory are all recruited from Ma Junying, and these people will become his henchmen and backbones in the future, so no matter what, he can't watch the tragedy happen in front of him.

"Don't do it!" After just hesitating for a moment, Duan Yun walked to the front of the crowd and said loudly 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, get out of the way!" a young man standing behind Old Man Ding pointed at Duan Yun and scolded.

"If you want to get the money, you have to listen to me!" Duan Yun said to the old man Ding with a calm face.

", who are you?" the young man obviously didn't believe Duan Yun's words, and picked up his stick and was about to rush over.

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

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, Duan Yun is wearing a straight high-end woolen tunic, with a pen in his pocket, his hair is meticulously combed, and the leather shoes under his feet are even more shining, as if he is dressed as a city cadre, which is in stark contrast to the surrounding villagers, so that the old man surnamed Ding is a little confused about his origin.

"Master Duan......" Xu Fugui said to Duan Yun with a good face.

"I'll take care of this, so you don't have to worry about it. Duan Yun settled down to Xu Fugui, then turned his head to look at the old man surnamed Ding, and said to him, "This uncle, can we talk about it privately?"

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

"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're that college student!?" the old man surnamed Ding thought for a moment, and then asked in surprise.