With a short "bang", the two glasses filled again, and the room filled with the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and leftovers. "Good guy, you're really a lot!" the person who spoke was Chang Feihu, who gave a thumbs up to the person opposite.

This wasn't a fine restaurant on the first floor of a small European-style building, or a farmhouse restaurant in his village that he almost never visited, or even in Dayangtun at all. Chang Feihu and a large number of his friends are in the county seat at the moment, but they are not indulging in the private rooms of a high-end restaurant restaurant.

It is an old-fashioned neighborhood with six 6-storey old-looking apartment buildings in three rows facing north and south. It's 11 a.m., and most of the residents in the buildings are out to work, so it's very quiet in the neighborhood. Chang Feihu and the others stayed in Room 302 on the third floor of the building on the east side of the innermost row.

The two-bedroom house is spacious due to its simple furnishings, the walls are still dull even after being dusted, and the scribbled décor and few pieces of furniture have a taste of the 90s. "This is the first house our family bought in the county, and we haven't lived in it for a long time. Chang Feihu took a piece of beef tenderloin and put it in his mouth to chew, and said with a smile, "Captain An, I can't help inviting you to such a broken house......

The "security detachment leader" sitting opposite Chang Feihu was none other than the leader of the police station who had a headache when Lao Luo saw him, and his position at the town police station was the deputy director, and in less than a week, the word "original" had to be added in front of the "deputy director", and he was going to the county public security bureau to take up his post and serve as the head of a certain detachment. "Oh, my brother is polite, he said that he called me Lao An! I have been in vain this time, and I am bothering you to be so arrogant at home...... But then again, the home is quiet and open. Chang Feihu understood the subtext of the security detachment leader, and said with a smile: "That's right, it's better to be at home." Come on, come on, let's keep drinking......"

Although the house can be called a humble room, the folding table in the living room is full of good wine and good food, the wine is Jian Nanchun brought by the captain of the security detachment, six dishes and one soup, all of which he ordered from the largest roast duck restaurant in the county out of his own pocket, and delivered them on time. "Hey, brother, it's time for me to toast. The security detachment leader raised his glass and said, "To our permanent secretary." "Hey, Lao An, I'm not ......" Chang Feihu waved his hand modestly. "This cup is not only a permanent secretary who respects the future, but also a permanent secretary who respects the elderly. The head of the security detachment looked solemn.

When the old village chief was about to complete two months as secretary of the village party committee, a group of people from the city suddenly came, visited the hills around the village for a while, inspected the fields in the village, and then entered the village and went straight to the compound of the village committee. Soon, the villagers learned that the gang had been sent by a real estate developer. The developer has taken a fancy to the land in the area of Dayangtun and plans to contract these hills and part of the fields to build a rural ecological villa area with some tourism and entertainment facilities. After the developer's people left, word came that their bid was high and the offer was quite attractive, and the first negotiations between the village committee and them made significant progress.

"I don't know whose land we want to expropriate?" But what should we do with the responsibility area on the mountain?" After the news about the purpose of the people in the city spread, the villagers were not very excited, but some of them had some uneasy thoughts: Once the village committee expropriates the farmland, it is estimated that it will play tricks to squeeze out most of the oil and water. Although this is a way to deal with the mountain woodland that has become chicken ribs, I am afraid that the village committee and the developer will declare the draft form invalid and then expropriate the "chicken ribs" at no cost.

No one expected that just three days later, the village committee issued a radio broadcast informing the whole village of its intention to "cooperate with foreign enterprises in land projects," and at the same time invited every household to send people to the compound to see the bulletin board, which was pasted with a printed clause in the conditions offered by real estate developers that "have a close relationship with the vital interests of the villagers." "When everyone understands these provisions and thinks they are good or bad, they just have to tell the village committee their opinions. After summarizing everyone's opinions, the village committee decided not to cooperate with this company.

At first, everyone thought it was a trap like the "Hongmen Banquet" - tricking people into the compound, and then forcing them to sign an agreement to allow the village committee to expropriate the land and the area of responsibility cheaply and without compensation. A few brave people were the first to go to the compound, only to find that there was no waiting for the fierce gods to force them to sign and draw the pledge, and the bulletin board did indeed have a printed copy. Stepping forward and looking at the lines where the numbers were listed, their eyes seemed to be stimulated by the ink, and they glared at the boss.

The compensation for land requisition drawn up by the village committee is really too generous! If you look at the amount of compensation per mu of farmland, it is already higher than the peasant households' expectations, and even the peasant households themselves dare not believe that their fields are worth so much money. More and more villagers were waiting to see the bulletin board, and some people who knew a little about the land acquisition in other areas crossed their fingers and calculated the accounts, guessing that the amount of money supplied to the villagers should be about the same as the price paid by the developer to buy the land in the village. The implication of this speculation is that the village committee may not have taken the oil out of it, but gave most of the benefits to the villagers.

After all, the expropriation is only a small part of the cultivated land in the whole village, and the bigger surprise lies in the planting responsibility area, the village committee recognizes that the previous villagers' claim to these divided mountain forest land is valid, so when expropriating these mountain forest land, it will provide compensation to each household according to the corresponding standards according to the area divided and claimed. Areas of responsibility that have not been claimed before can still be claimed by villagers by submitting application forms before October XX. This means that instead of having to work on it, the villagers in the area of responsibility will soon receive a large amount of money. In addition, for the construction of the project, the trees in the mountain woodland must be cut down, and after they are cut, they can also be sold as timber at a good price, which is an additional bonus. For the farmers of Dayangtun Village, who have worked hard for many years and have meager returns, these incomes are indeed like wealth falling from the sky, and they can be earned without much effort. As a result, most of the villagers expressed their support for the cooperation between the village committee and the developer, hoping that the two sides would sign the paperwork the next day, and some of them had already begun to wonder how much money they could get and how much they would spend after they received it.

It was around this time that the people in the village heard that Chang Feihu was contacting and promoting this matter.

"When I finally taught you to sign it, could it still be written like this on that piece of paper?" Chang Chun belonged to the "minority", but his words just represented the last trace of worry for many villagers. But on the day of the announcement that everyone was going to sign the agreement, this hidden worry was completely dispelled - the key words related to the distribution of benefits in the final agreement were really the same as those in the original statement, and there were no harsh additional clauses. In this way, the villagers happily signed the agreement and went home to wait for the money.

After tossing this matter, the old village chief announced that he was powerless and could not continue to serve as the secretary of the village party committee, and he had to hand over this son to a person who could benefit Dayangtun. At this time, people thought of Chang Feihu. Through rumors, the villagers of Dayangtun have already known that it was Chang Jinzhu's eldest son who planned and facilitated this cooperation, and that he was the one who contacted the developers and timber merchants, and that he implemented the negotiations and other matters, and that he also proposed the benefit distribution plan in the village after the transaction to the village committee...... What is commendable is that he pointed out that the land requisition and compensation work should enhance the transparency, improve the credibility of the village committee, in short, so that there are those printing papers posted on the public notice board; after the publicity, the villagers poured into the compound, frantically applied for the planting responsibility area, and he stood up, just as the planting responsibility area application draft form handed to the hands of the "Lao Jiu" stepped forward, in front of everyone to propose, should be based on the number of people, The economic situation and the area that has been applied for are fairly distributed to the remaining areas of responsibility, and those who have received many areas of responsibility should apply a little less, and those who have not yet applied should apply a little more, so as to ensure that the whole village can get compensation. He also took the initiative to return the area applied for by their family. "Anyway, if we don't plant trees, our family won't be able to use these few acres of land, so let's leave it to other villagers. Since then, the assignment of responsibility areas has indeed avoided the dispute of "land grabbing". All this, coupled with the recent low-key and simple style, as well as the deeds of Li Sanlaizi who rescued Li Sanlaizi who suffered a fire before, the identity of "Chang Jinzhu's son" and "Chang Feipeng's eldest brother" has faded in the hearts of the villagers. Therefore, when the old village chief advocated another meritocracy, the first name that came to mind for the people of Dayangtun was "Chang Feipeng". Before the village committee submitted his nomination to the higher-ups, the vast majority of the villagers had already chosen him silently.

After a few polite words, Chang Feihu said goodbye to the captain of the security detachment and returned to the village at a time when there were fewer people and cars on the road. Walking into the door of the small building, he saw his father Chang Jinzhu sitting in the living room with great interest, picking up the American almonds in his pocket with great interest, and a plate was placed on the coffee table, and the almonds picked out were put in it. "Security Deputy Bureau...... Oh, I'm going to have to call Captain Ann soon, he's so happy?" his father asked him. Chang Feihu nodded and asked his father, "Dad, did he call you?" Chang Jinzhu snorted and laughed: "It's been discussed, the new field, he is six and I are four?" "There is no evidence, he is silent?" "He dares." Chang Jinzhu said confidently, "We got the ground down, we built the building with people, and we made the field to support it." He didn't even have to pay the capital, so he took the big one, and Xie We's Long En didn't have time to do it. Besides, is he embarrassed to write for this kind of thing?"

The "he" that the father and son talked about was the old village chief of Dayangtun Village.