！

Leaving the hotel, behind him was Min Hui's sword-like eyes, and without looking back, Han Dong felt that the other party wanted to eat people.

didn't care about Wen Xiang Nephrite on the side, and as soon as he went out, Han Dong broke free from Guan Xinyue.

"Sister Crescent, go first. ”

Guan Xinyue couldn't help but say when she saw him, and her soft temperament was exhausted.

Facing the scorching sun, he stood still for a while, and then sighed tiredly.

She did know that Min Hui was coming to the State Guest Hotel today, so she asked Han Dong to come over and cooperate in the act.

Last time, Han Dong hurt a lot of people in Min Hui, and she thought that there was going to be a big mess.

The result was so unexpectedly calmed down.

This made her see a lot of things, and she was also keenly aware of an opportunity, an opportunity to get rid of Min Hui.

In the past few years, she has been forced by Min Hui to be like a street mouse, and she is really tired of it.

If she had the opportunity one day, she would slash the other party one by one.

……

After Han Dong separated from Guan Xinyue, he went directly to the old city.

In the past few days, he heard that the new demolition contract was signed by his father, and many residents did not ask for anything more and signed it.

It's just that there are a few serious nail households who insist on refusing to sign. also said that Han Dong and his son took the benefits of the developer and F...... Gang up to bully the residents of the old city.

There are still many people who believe this kind of rumor.

Including some people who have signed, they all complain about Han Yueshan in private.

Han Dong understands his father.

Looking for a bank loan of two million, he will not even be able to defend himself.

Of course, Han Dong's trip was not to clean up the mess of demolition, but simply to chat with his father and comfort him.

According to his aunt, his father hasn't been out for the past few days, obviously affected by rumors.

When he got to the neighborhood, Han Dong saw a few uncles and uncles who looked down and didn't look up from a distance to chat and fart.

Gangzi's father, Xiaofei's uncle......

He was about to step forward to say hello when he vaguely heard the chat.

"I heard that the developer gave him 10 million or 20 million in private in order to settle Han Yueshan, I don't know if it's true. ”

"It's not profitable, I can't afford to be early, Lao Han was the first to sign, I really don't believe he won't get any benefits. ”

"You said that the house is not his, and it is also powerful, and you can make such a lot of money from it. ”

"That's it, he was embarrassed to go to the Fusheng family to make peace and let people sign...... The face is really big. ”

"Shh......h

Someone saw Han Dong and hurriedly glanced at him to stop the topic.

The father who was talking behind his back was heard by his son.

Several people were embarrassed, especially the one who spoke loudly just now, and said, "Dong, Dongzi, why are you free to come over today." ”

Han Dong glanced at him, didn't find anything, nodded slightly, and passed by a few people.

After walking some distance, he exhaled heavily.

He never thought that he would rely on Wang Liguo to take a loan of 2 million from the bank, and in the mouth of others, he became a developer and gave 10 million or 20 million.

When I got home, my father Han Yueshan was watching the news replay in the living room alone, and my aunt Han Yun should be busy with work.

The father and son didn't have much politeness to say, Han Dong walked over and took some water from an empty cup: "Dad, how could the demolition matter be spread like that outside." ”

Han Yueshan knew that he couldn't hide it, so he casually explained a few words.

There were a few people in the West District who insisted on refusing to demolish it, and the developer's people came to negotiate several times, and as a last resort, they came to him to come forward.

When Han Yueshan signed it, he said that the demolition and relocation no longer had anything to do with him, so naturally he would not agree.

I don't know how to do it, but within a few days, news came out that he was collecting black money......

Han Dong frowned and said: "So it's the developer or the demolition office that is doing ghosts, forcing you to help solve these nail households." ”

Han Yueshan shook his head: "I don't know this very well, but Mayor Wang's character is not bad, so he shouldn't do this kind of thing." ”

"If his character is not bad, others may not. ”

Han Dong thought of Qiu Yuping, and intuitively felt that this matter had nothing to do with him, and he also had a motive to do so.

Han Yueshan laughed helplessly: "Whatever you want, the left and right places are about to be demolished, and there may be no chance to meet in the future." ”

Han Dong felt guilty, but he didn't know what to do.

Even if the father came forward, would those nail households definitely buy it? What's more, as soon as they came forward, it confirmed the fact that the two fathers and sons collected black money.

But by the spread of rumors, it is like eating flies.

He was not in the mood to stay longer, Han Dong chatted with his father for a few words, and after leaving, he subconsciously wanted to call Wang Liguo and ask him to help clarify it.

But in the end, he still hung his arm.

People are the strangest of all, and no one will believe the facts even if they are in front of them.

They will only judge the facts from their own point of view.

Instead of desperately proving itself, it is better to sit back and ignore it. As my father said, once the old city is demolished, everyone may not have the opportunity to meet again.

is open-minded, but guilt makes Han Dong not feel good.

In the final analysis, the two million fathers asked Wang Liguo for his help.

If you have the ability, why bother because of this money.

It's also ridiculous, just after retiring, a comrade-in-arms will introduce a bodyguard job, with a monthly salary of nearly sixty or seventy thousand.

Because he was going to get married, and the Xia family wanted to go to Zhenwei to work, he pushed it off.

Now that I think about it, it's really not worth it.

His compromise and accommodation only made others think that he had to bend over with the thousand yuan given by his mother-in-law every month.

Regretting that it was useless, Han Dong shook his spirits, turned around and stopped a taxi to go back to Xia's house.

In the next few days, it seemed that there was an undercurrent, but it was also calm.

I just accidentally heard that the city bureau personally came and arrested many pickpockets on Sanshou Street, and a wave of crackdowns on Sanshou Street seems to have arrived.

This change has deserted the always lively Sanshou Street, and the sound of "catching thieves" everywhere has temporarily disappeared from the street.

All this has nothing to do with the studio, but in the past few days, the studio's ability to monetize its business has been steadily increasing.

From the opening to the present, several things have been solved, not to mention the money, at least the reputation has gone out, and people come to register every day.

The old thief and others went from going to work normally at the beginning to working overtime voluntarily.

No one shouted that they were tired, but they were all happy.

Han Dong took a short vacation today, and at ten o'clock in the morning, he drove his aunt Han Yun's car to Dongyang International Airport.

It was his uncle Chen Chaoyang and his cousin Chen Yujia who had been dealing with the follow-up work of the country who were going back to China, and Han Yun temporarily asked Han Dong to come over to pick up people because he had a very important meeting to be held.

Getting out of the car, the sun was shining, Han Dong locked the car and walked into the airport.

doesn't have too deep feelings for his uncle Chen Chaoyang, but for that little witch-like cousin, Han Dong is really eager to see her.

For seven or eight years, Han Dong could only occasionally see her on video.

When I was a child, my grievances were more like a joke, and looking back, it was basically all warmth and longing.