Shaking the red wine in his hand, watching the ice cubes in the goblet collide wantonly, glancing at Fang Wei, who was smiling all over his face, Zhou Hao, who had changed into a brand new suit, was still wearing a silver mask, but he was thinking about the words of the woman named Shen Ling who appeared beside him inexplicably just now.

I couldn't help asking, "Fat man, have you ever heard of Xuanwu?"

Fang Wei was stunned for a moment, frowned very seriously and didn't think for a moment, and said, "Are you talking about Xuanwu, one of the four great ancient divine beasts?"

Zhou Hao didn't speak, recalling the spiritual power that filled the woman's body before, and then disappeared like a gust of wind, obviously very jealous of that 'Xuanwu', this should be the name or code name of an organization.

Feeling that Zhou Hao didn't seem to be satisfied with his answer, suddenly, with a pat on his head, Fang Fatzi lost his voice and said, "Big brother!

"Say it quickly. ”

"I've heard those bigwigs talk a few times, as if they were a special department of the state. ”

"Special departments?

Fang Wei looked extremely painful as he searched and scraped his belly, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "I only know that it is a special department of the state, as for what it does, I haven't gotten any exact news, so I don't dare to say nonsense." ”

"Xuanwu...... Is it a state department?"

Although there are very few, I have watched a lot of movies, and I have a rough guess in my heart by connecting many events in series.

After all, is there any department in the country that can make the martial artists and Xuan Xiu at the peak of their strength jealous? Obviously not much, and then think of what he did last night, plus he also asked Xiao Longxiang before, if Xuan Xiu and the martial artist break the law, how to deal with it, although Xiao Longxiang did not give a positive answer at that time, but replied: Naturally, the relevant departments are responsible.

So, this organization or department called Xuanwu should be an exclusive department dedicated to dealing with cultivators?

recalled the woman's disdainful and incredulous gaze, as if he didn't know that Xuanwu was as incredible as the Chinese people couldn't sing the national anthem.

In his heart, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness again, his understanding of this cultivation world was too little, and it could even be said that it was completely blank!

"Oh, did you go to see Black Fist last week?

Hearing Zhou Hao speak, Fang Dawei smiled and replied: "That, big brother, you are not here, it is not interesting for me to go alone, so I will not go." ”

However, Fang Wei, who can be the owner of several bars and sit in the Royal No. 1 Bar, added: "But I also inquired, except for that auction, the last Black Fist did not hold an auction. ”

After speaking, he glanced at Zhou Hao with apprehensive eyes, and through the mask, he seemed to notice the changed breathing rate under the silver mask, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, and he hurriedly thought about whether something had happened around him recently.

But I heard Zhou Hao take out a talisman and slap it on the table at some point, and then said: "Drop a drop of blood into this talisman, in addition, I will give you an account number, and in the past two days, transfer one billion from my account to this account." ”

Zhou Hao has never operated this kind of cross-border transfer himself, so he naturally wants to let Fang Wei, who often operates in this area, help, which is why, after leaving under the Qingjiang Bridge, Zhou Hao did not choose to go home as soon as possible, but went straight to the Royal No. 1.

It's just that just in case, the blood trace charm is also necessary, at least not afraid of this kid running away.

After being stunned for a while, he looked at Zhou Hao, who was in his heart, glanced at the talisman on the table, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, although he was not a big person, but Fang Wei, who had heard of some Xuanmen techniques, even knew more than ordinary people, although there was no shortage of news in which others were false, but the more this was the case, the more frightened he was in his heart.

When he saw the talisman on the table that had to be dripped with blood, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, such as what curse technique, blood killing technique, and other invisible spells that he had heard before, one by one, he even guessed in his heart, plus the amount of money that Zhou Hao just said, he understood most of it.

I made a decision in my heart, so I gritted my teeth, and didn't ask Zhou Hao what the origin of this talisman was, picked up the talisman and hesitated for a few seconds, then bit my finger and dripped a drop of red blood into the talisman, as soon as the blood touched the talisman and disappeared without a trace like water entering the sea, as if it was an illusion, it seemed that I also saw the talisman on the table tremble slightly a few times.

Putting away the talisman, Zhou Hao said with great satisfaction: "Very good!"

Then he wrote down a bank account number, picked up the mobile phone that Fang Fatzi had already prepared, and then left.

Hiding the Xuantie knife back in the cave, Zhou Hao returned home unhurriedly.

Before he arrived at home, he heard a loud noise from a distance, and he was thinking about how to quickly improve his cultivation, restore his spiritual power, and when to write a few golden armor talismans Zhou Hao, hurriedly quickened his pace and approached the crowd.

From afar, I saw a group of red-faced and thick-necked clansmen holding various farm tools in their hands, surrounding several men and women in suits and leather shoes, besieging those strangers dressed in elite clothes with the most vulgar and vicious words, and there was a posture of bloody battle if they disagreed.

Among them, you can see several public servants in light blue uniforms, as well as village chiefs Zhou Zhengping and Zhou Wenhai!

The cousin next door said indignantly: "Zhengping! Which side are you on? The village agrees to have a fart, and the village agrees that our land is ours, and our house is also ours, so why should we sell it!"

Zhou Zhengping didn't reply, but Zhou Wenhai said with a smile: "Uncle Abo, isn't this also a response to the call for the secondary development of the development zone, besides, the completion of the reconstruction of the logistics park is also beneficial to everyone, and the other sentence is still the same thing, the compensation for demolition is still there, and at the same time, the income from the reconstruction of the logistics park, these households that have been rebuilt can get a certain amount of dividends every year......

Uncle Tang was stunned, spoke fluent dialect, spittled and flew around, and there seemed to be an elder behind him who was suddenly stopped, pointing at Zhou Wenhai and scolding: "Fuck your mother's dividends and compensation, Wenhai, don't think what you do Uncle I don't know, I know what kind of character your kid has been since he was a child! Hmph, don't fool me with your business, I, I don't have a clan nephew like you, besides, I want to demolish my family's house unless I die!"

As the eldest and most prestigious old man among several families in the west of the village, as soon as the words came out, dozens of other people responded one after another: "Yes! Unless we die, we don't want to move even a brick in the house!"

Zhou Zhengping was also embarrassed, originally thought that this was a policy to benefit the people, so the town issued a notice at that time, and he did not discuss it with a few households in the west of the village, but he didn't want to be subject to such fierce resistance.

So he said, "Uncle Abo, I said ......."

Before the words landed, the old man picked up the hoe on the ground and looked like he was going to beat someone, and several people on the side hurriedly stopped the old man, only to hear the old man's anger and not hit one place, and said tremblingly: "Okay, you Zhou Zhengping, good you village head, your conscience is all for the dog! Ah! You said that a few years ago, you developed and sold the land and sold the land, then forget it, and now you actually want to move our ancestral house! Do you still have a fucking conscience! Ah! Do you have my uncle in your eyes! You officials, what else do you have in your eyes besides money!"

At this time, Zhou Hao had already come to the crowd, looking at the twenty or thirty officials who were surrounded by many villagers, and muttered in his heart, this was just yesterday Zhou Yuantang told himself, these people today want to take the contract to force the palace?

On the side, someone added: "Also, don't tell me that the town is in the town, even if it is in the city, I will not agree, I have heard, it seems to be a project invested by some kind of consortium, right? It is not a municipal planning project at all." ”

After taking the agreement in Zhou Hongmao's hand, I have to say that the conditions given above are indeed very good, in terms of current housing prices, the compensation after demolition is twenty or thirty percent higher than that in other places, and secondly, after the reconstruction of the logistics park, each household can also get a lot of dividends every year.

It's really exciting.

But the problem is that the house has been demolished, the land has been sold, and more than 30 families have to buy houses outside or rent outside, in short, it is impossible to live in Yingxi Village anymore.

And the older generation, who attach great importance to the concept of clan relatives, have lived in the village for most of their lives, whether it is relatives and friends or the sacrifice of the New Year's festival, it has become a habit to integrate into the bone marrow, and this demolition, to put it bluntly, can be said to have kicked more than 30 families out of the village directly.

Some old people, thinking that they may have to live in the suite that they don't know each other in the future, like an iron cage, can't help but feel a sense of fear.

Of course, among the more than 30 households, not every household does not agree to the demolition, listening to Zhou Hongmao, nearly 20 households have signed an agreement to agree to the demolition, only Zhou Hongmao and other more than ten households refuse to sign.

According to what is said on the Internet, these are nail households.

That's why Zhou Zhengping, the village head, and Zhou Wenhai, the town secretary, came to mobilize, in order to hope that they could understand their feelings, move them with reason, and add some coercion and temptation if necessary, so that the rest of the households could sign the agreement as soon as possible.

Zhou Wenhai, who was busy parrying several village elders, also saw Zhou Hao, at this time he had been scolded a little angry by several stubborn fellow villagers, and muttered angrily: "Hmph! Anyway, you have to sign, and if you don't sign, you have to sign, and in the next few days, someone will come to demolish the house! I'm just here to tell you, don't get the best policy when the time comes, and complain to me in turn!"

"You dare!" Uncle Tang picked up the handful again, and was furious, but he was stopped by the people around him again, and a mouthful of spit flew out of his mouth, spit directly on Zhou Wenhai's face, and scolded: "You brute! You can eat the black-hearted money earned with your conscience! How Zhou and their family have fallen to this point over the years, everyone knows it!"

Hearing Zhou Yi's name, Zhou Wenhai's face was as gloomy as frost, and he said coldly: "Uncle Abo, be careful when you speak!"

The old man continued to mock: "What! What do you do are still afraid of others saying?" Immediately, he pointed to his heart and said: "Wenhai, to be a man, you must have a conscience!"

"You!"

Zhou Zhengping, who was on the side, hurriedly persuaded: "That, Uncle Abo, everyone is here on this occasion, don't talk nonsense!"

The old man waved his hand and said angrily: "No!"

Zhou Wenhai said coldly: "Hmph! I'm also fighting for the greatest interests of everyone, Uncle Abo, don't toast and don't eat and drink! I'll tell you directly, even if you really don't sign, even if your house is demolished, you have nowhere to sue, and no one outside will know! Hehe, don't say I didn't remind you!!"

At this time, everyone picked up the farm tools at the same time, and the foul words flew all over the sky, looking like they were going to kill Zhou Wenhai, and at the same time, several uniformed civil servants hurriedly stepped forward and stopped in front of Zhou Wenhai.

The old man muttered, "You are threatening us!"

"Hmph, whatever you think!"

Zhou Hao squeezed out of the crowd, looked at Zhou Wenhai with straight eyes, and said coldly: "You mean, you want to be demolished?"

This is simply nonsense, and everyone can't help but look at Zhou Hao, who didn't know when he appeared.

Zhou Wenhai, who was being protected behind him, said in an official tone: "Hmph! I didn't say this! I'm just reminding you." ”

Glancing at Zhou Wenhai with a sneer, Zhou Hao replied: "I don't know how much money you received from that letter for the group, and I don't know how much benefit you can get afterwards, I just said a word, if you dare to move every brick and tile in this neighborhood, then exchange your life for it!"

Zhou Hao's voice was not loud, and even because it was too noisy, many people didn't hear what Zhou Hao said, but as soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the audience couldn't help but quiet down, and looked at Zhou Hao in a daze.

In fact, on the day of Qingming, Zhou Hao's phone call made Zhou Yuanyuan's two sisters and brothers unemployed, which was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds, and in private, everyone secretly guessed Zhou Hao's current identity and background.

What's even more surprising is that although Zhou Wenhai is threatening everyone, his words are quite polite, he didn't break it directly, he still cares about face, but Zhou Hao is different, it is also a threat, but it is even more tough, very naked, without any embellishment, and he has a posture of wanting to kill people as soon as he opens his mouth.

"That...... Mouse, what did you just say? Uncle didn't hear clearly? Say it again?"

Zhou Hao repeated: "I said, if they dare to move every brick here, they have to exchange their lives!"

At this moment, the audience was silent, looking at Zhou Hao, who had a proud face and a resolute tone, everyone was a little sluggish.

Although everyone has said that if they want to demolish it, they must step over their own corpses, but if the other party really demolishes it, no one really dares to force each other to die.

And Zhou Hao, but he wanted the other party's life, and looking at his expression and tone, it didn't seem like he was joking.