?q2??? 57?@? Cp?f .?? 57?jl????? 9?? _?3/?? KF? Z?nn??? That's Zhaojiagou, recently it is said that Zhaojiagou is very messy, you must be careful, the current real estate developers are dark. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info in order to get land, many people have been harmed. The driver of the taxi said to Si Fan with a poor mouth, not to mention how tired he was of those who were in the real estate business.

Si Fan, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, smiled a little embarrassed.

He's what people call a real estate developer, but he's not black-hearted...... However, these are useless. The truth of the matter is that they were plagued by that rat droppings, and there are always some black-hearted businessmen who harm the people for petty profits, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard to toss the civilians who are easy to bully.

Si Fan really wanted to point at those people's noses and ask, do they know what it means to be easily abused, and it is difficult to be deceived by the heavens! Someone will take care of them one day.

Gritting his teeth, Si Fan sat in a taxi and watched the special construction trucks for demolition slowly enter the village, and he felt distressed when he saw it.

It used to be a place of cultural gathering, once upon a time, the ancient city bricks were burned here, but now it is targeted by those real estate developers to build high-rise buildings.

I have to say it's sad. Close to the city, so that this village has the value of building high-rise buildings, but to bury their traditions, the entire Zhaojiagou people are the descendants of the potters. Even in the era of war, there has been no change, but now there is no way to live.

The potters who burned porcelain back then are now all masters, and those who engage in carving are all big shots, only they are worthless in burning bricks.

The taxi had already stopped at the entrance of the village. You can't go inside anymore, because you can feel the hustle and bustle of the village here. When he first came in, what Si Fan saw was not the villagers who embarrassed him.

The person standing in front of him was amazing, Si Fan actually knew him, and his friendship was not shallow!

It's just that this friendship is not a good friendship, but a real enemy. Because this person is actually the local tyrant Diao Sanshan who was slapped in the face by himself.

At this time, Diao Sanshan with a full dozen people stood at the entrance of the village at the same time and pointed to the lush green mountains in front of him, which was quite a bit of a taste of pointing out the country, and around him were several real estate tycoons in China, who all had a lot of shares in their own cities, most of which had participated in the auction.

Naturally, they were the winners in their hearts, and Diao Sanshan didn't tell these people about the ending that made him ugly in the end.

"Diao Sanshan, do you actually want to develop Zhaojiagou?" looked at Diao Sanshan on the opposite side, Si Fan roared loudly, and walked towards this guy with a victor's smile.

His face turned around ugly, and the roots of his teeth were a little itchy when he looked at Si Fan.

"It's me! I've almost bought all the land here, and I'm left with the last kiln factory, as long as the acquisition is completed, our company's next plan will be executed, you're already late!" he said through gritted teeth. At this time, the dust has settled for him, and it can naturally be revealed.

Si Fan smiled: "It's your business if you want to develop, it has nothing to do with me, I'm here to purchase building materials!

He said casually, and went straight to the small hillside of the village, from which you could see that there was the village's kiln factory, which was not prosperous with only a hundred people, and it could even be said that only the old people who stayed behind still lived here.

Those young people have long since rushed to the beautiful big city and enjoyed the life of the big city.

Only they are still living in the countryside, but now the things that were left by the ancestors cannot bring them enough profits. They are also about to run to the city.

The family's house and land are sold, and they can also buy a house for the children in Chengli.

It's been their lifelong dream.

As long as they go against their dreams, they will not end well, just like Zhao Mubai who is a mantis arm. He defends his last hope with the fireworks he bought with almost all of his possessions.

After passing through the entire village for more than ten minutes, and after climbing up the hillside, Si Fan could already see the villagers with pot lids and pots slowly moving forward as if they were shield holders, crying wolves as they walked.

"Zhao Mubai! Don't let go of the cannons! Our brothers are all forced to do so, why do you say you are bothered! The village will be demolished and high-rise buildings will be built sooner or later, what are you doing with this old kiln! We are not that Zhaojiagou for a long time!" The honest man in his forties at the front of the front advanced step by step with trembling legs, shouting loudly to cheer himself up.

The white family of Zhao Mu on the hillside is fully equipped, and there is no need to shout at all.

He picked up the loudspeaker next to him and shouted: "Zhao Sixi! If you kid go up a distance of ten meters, I will shoot you down! ”

In a word, it hit the heart of Zhao Sixi, who was moving forward, everything he did was for his son! His wife had already remarried for more than ten years, what had he been desperately trying for all these years? It was his son.

If you get hurt, you have to drag down your son.

Thinking of this, Zhao Sixi's speed was also slow, and his legs and feet were not good. As soon as I sat on the ground, I was left crying.

"One of you is the village chief, and the other is the heir of the kiln. Why bother me with this bitterness haha! Can't I leave if I don't leave?"

Suddenly, the others also stood in place, wondering if they really rushed forward.

They have families, too.

The village chief in the crowd jumped to his feet anxiously.

"Zhao Mubai, don't make more trouble. Every family in our village can get a lot of money from this demolition, and when the time comes, they can add money and move to the city, if this kiln makes money, our whole clan will defend it even if it dies, but if it doesn't make money, it will drag down the whole clan!" the village chief roared hysterically.

He's going crazy.

The people on the hill were just as mad. They can't go up, they can't come down.

Diao Sanshan in the distance watched the bustle and discussed the development projects here. As for Si Fan, they didn't care at all, this was almost a sure thing, development was a fortune for these farmers, how could they give up this money.

Only Si Fan struggled to advance along the dirt road that had been stepped out of a hundred years.

"Zhao Mubai, I'm Si Fan! I'm here today to send you money!" Si Fan roared loudly, the voice was very loud. Got everyone's attention.

What a desirable word.

"When will the batch of antique bricks I ordered be burned! Let's talk about it! I can use it in a hurry!" he yelled.

All the villagers got out of the way and let Si Fan go up.

This demolition thing...... Looks like we can put it off a bit. If you burn the bricks first, will every household in the village be able to have a job?

The land is your own and can be sold at any time, but bricks have rarely been sold for so many years