Xiang Ming and his entourage shuttled through the crowd and walked into the service hall of the dragon's nest. Many units work here.

"You fucking Mengren, you said 300 yuan a day red envelopes, yesterday's one was not given, and today's one is not given! Even if I go to court in a lawsuit, I will win the money, and you can't rely on your debts as civil servants! Otherwise, my grandson will not be so easy to talk to. "A strong man with a dozen tattooed younger brothers gathered around the service desk.

Many people gathered around to watch the excitement. There are also dozens of people in black suits who maintain order. But they were dressed in straight suits, like bodyguards, standing motionless.

Xiang Ming glanced at these black-clothed people, but they were authentic black people, guys who fought and killed people without blinking. The dozen or so gangsters who are in ink with the staff who distribute red envelopes, in the eyes of these people in black, are simply playing tricks, I don't know if the black will also be reasonable!

Take money that shouldn't be taken, and be careful of pus and sores. Especially the money of the super little boss of the boss, these people are not very human, look at what you eat and drink now, sleep, and lighting, fans, and air conditioners are blowing, which one is not our great little boss who pays out of his own pocket. Not to mention, the daily utility bill alone is a huge amount of money. The entire Olympic Sports Center, many places in the stadium need to be lit during the day, and at night, the entire Olympic Sports Center is brightly lit.

So many people get up early every morning to wash, drink water, wash their hands and go to the toilet, take a bath and wash their clothes, and the daily water bill is rising.

Many people can't see it, but they dare not say it when they are angry, and the staff does not refute it, nor does they have the same knowledge as them.

Of course, some of the people who come here to make trouble are those who are greedy for small gains, and they are all people who don't receive red envelopes and feel that they are at a loss. Yesterday, many people felt ashamed not to come to receive red envelopes, and many people came back to return the red envelopes. So yesterday, less than 2 percent of people came to receive red envelopes. It's noon today, and there are very few people who come to receive red envelopes, so this is not the case. Someone supported the head, and many people who didn't dare to come to receive the red envelope yesterday followed behind and coaxed. The hall was packed. There are also armed police and security guards in the hall, who are on duty after investigation, after all, this is the administrative center and service center of the entire resettlement site.

However, these people don't have any overzealous behavior, and it is normal to ask for red envelopes.

I don't know if the staff looked down on these people or what, so they didn't send them red envelopes normally according to the regulations, and if they sent red envelopes as soon as they came, there would be no such thing. It's deliberately difficult, but the starting point is good. Why should this red envelope be given to them, this is the dissatisfaction of many staff. These funds are special funds set up by personal donations from great benevolent people. Seeing that it has been distributed twice, 3 million people, 300 yuan per person, and 900 million red envelopes will be sent out a day, it really makes these staff count the money and count the cramps. More than 600 staff members are busy from work to work, and the number of people to handle reaches one million, most of whom are the heads of several households.

"Comrade, are you embarrassed to come here to make trouble! It's not that we don't give you 300 yuan red envelopes, we just can't see it, the day before yesterday, the big boss was to save you, and he had to make a promise to expel you for a day and give you 300 yuan red envelopes, please have a big meal, you ask your conscience, this is a moral issue, if you insist, we can also give it to you! Do you still want it!" A middle-aged woman staff member in Nanping said.

"Of course we want our money, do you say it's!" the strong man turned his head and asked the people around him.

"That's a must, somebody stupid hat gives us money, if we don't want it, won't it also be a stupid hat?" said one thug.

"Haha, we've never seen such a stupid person, it's really a lot of money stupid!" said another thug laughing.

"You guys, you are really a bunch of people without conscience, okay, hurry up and get your red envelopes, get out!" The middle-aged female staff was angry, but it was the rule to see people giving money.

"Ahem, what are you doing here!" Xiang Ming walked in slowly.

"Hello Boss Xiang!" a group of men in black greeted Xiang Ming. This time, in Jiangsu, part of Zhejiang, Comrade Liu Xian, the underground emperor of the Red Sea, brought 20,000 younger brothers to participate in the earthquake relief. It really did make a lot of contributions. Evacuating the crowd and helping to maintain order, these gangsters are sometimes better than the police. The fierce gods are vicious, and the ordinary people are afraid, and they are more fierce than those who go to the village to catch family planning.

"Hello Chief!" saluted the armed police security guards present.

"Tell me, why do you have to give you a red envelope! Which green onion are you!" Xiang Ming said to the strong man.

"Where did the wild child come from, do you have any green onions, dare to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs!" the strong man saw a child to take care of his affairs.

He had forgotten that dozens of black-clothed men called the boss just now, and the dozen or so armed police security guards present called the chief.

"Hehe, the red envelope you want to receive is from me. I have fulfilled my obligations and responsibilities, I will give you food and shelter, I have no obligation to send you money, from today onwards, all red envelopes will be cancelled, if anyone is not convinced, then okay, quickly stand up, I will send him back to Siquan, where there is a government disaster relief settlement. Where you are, you may be able to live better than me! The notice will go down, and the broadcast will come out, and it will say that those who want to go back to Siquan can sign up, and they can be sent back to their hometown early tomorrow morning, where is the nearest resettlement point!" Xiang Ming instructed.

A middle-aged man who seemed to be a leader walked out, and he was Deputy Mayor Zheng, who was in charge of the Nanping service team.

"Chief, I'll arrange it right away, hey, some people don't know how to be blessed in the blessings, forget it, it's good to send them back, we don't collect garbage in Nanping!" Vice Mayor Zheng said.

"Well, Uncle Zheng, the diversion will start tomorrow! The state has already begun to take over those 500 resettlement sites! This resettlement site in Nanping will also be handed over to the people above to manage, hehe, we will be much easier. It's also worry-free. Uncle Zheng do a good job, I am optimistic about you! You control this garbage, and send them back to Siquan tomorrow to release them again, so that they know that the place where they are powerful and blessed is a ruin, and their home is gone, and they will have a place to eat unless they go to the resettlement site. In the resettlement sites scattered in the three provinces, most of the supplies are still provided by us! Mainly rice, flour, grain, oil, and salt! Of course, some of the money has also been spent to buy from us and let us send them. ”