The police car drove straight into the village to the door of the "Lao Jiu" secretary's house, and such a scene naturally could not escape the eyes of the villagers. In less than half an hour, most of the people in the village knew about it. It's just that on the day of the exchange meeting, there were also police officers who came to look for "Lao Jiu" and his son, and this time they came again, everyone didn't feel novel, and they were more interested in Li Sanlaizi's way of building a house.

There are still people who noticed that when the police left, they did not take Chang Zhimin or the "old nine" who rushed home from the village committee. "What's all the fuss about? The police are probably here to ask them something. ”

After lunch, most of the villagers took a lunch break at home, but the owner of the commissary near the entrance of the village saw Chang Zhimin carrying a backpack and walking quietly outside the village alone.

"What are you looking at?" the proprietress noticed that the boss was in a daze. "Nothing. Saying this, the boss's eyes are still staring outside. The picture of Chang Zhimin rescuing the old king's head appeared in front of his eyes that day, which constituted a special contrast with this lonely figure at this moment. He didn't quite believe that Chang Zhimin would commit kidnapping and rape, and at present, in Dayangtun, except for the people of the "Lao Jiu" family, he and Chang Chun are among the few people who adhere to this view, although they have never communicated about it.

The proprietress didn't believe her husband's words, thinking that he was peeking on someone's beautiful daughter-in-law again, so she squeezed to his side and looked out of the sales window. "Hey, isn't that Lao Jiu......'s son? Gone?"

So, in the afternoon, the news of the "Lao Jiu" son's departure from Dayangtun gradually spread in the village, and the subtext contained in it was: The police let Chang Zhimin go.

On the balcony on the second floor of the European-style building, Jin Xing leaned on the fence and looked into the distance, hoping to take a look at the entrance of the village. It's a pity that the line of sight is blocked from this angle, in fact, even if the angle of view is unobstructed, from such a distance, the entrance of the village presented in her eyes is also vague.

Jin Xing had a peculiar feeling: he knew that Zhimin should have arrived in the town by this time, and he might have boarded the bus to the city, but he felt as if he was looking at the place where he was at the entrance of the village. She wasn't sure if she wanted to see Jimin suddenly look back on her as she walked up to the balcony, or if she wanted Jimin to see her.

After that nightmarish night, despite the rumors in the village, according to her own feelings, Jin Xing became less and less convinced that those despicable acts were committed by Jimin. But she has become an "unclean" woman in everyone's eyes, and if she defends the man who caused her to be "unclean", I don't know how many rumors she will incur. More importantly, the fact that she was the daughter-in-law of Chang Jinzhu's family constantly reminded her that she needed to work hard to maintain the stability and harmony of the family, and the conversation between her father-in-law and her that day strengthened her determination in this regard. At this special moment, even if she can't completely agree with the whole family in terms of ideas, she must not show it on the surface, and the safest way to choose is to remain silent.

Silence can make Chang Jinzhu's daughter-in-law keep her duty, but it can't make Kong Jinxing feel at ease, and it wasn't until today that she heard that Zhimin was released by the police, and she suddenly realized a little lighthearted: at least from a certain authoritative statement, proving that Zhimin is innocent.

Jin Xing was passing by the staircase when she happened to hear her husband and father-in-law talking fiercely about the matter. She didn't bother to listen to their next conversation, and when she reached the balcony, the discussion continued.

Chang Jinzhu did not hide his dissatisfaction, but the reason for his dissatisfaction was that Zhimin left Dayangtun: "Lao Jiu's son just cleared his name and left, where did the reporter of the website go? Why didn't he come to report?" Chang Feipeng also said: "Yes, Dad, I don't know what this is about." I've told him all about it, so I think they should contact the reporter. "What did you tell him?" Chang Jinzhu asked. "I told him that it was time and taught him to say hello to Yitengwang. "How did he reply to you?" he said he knew and would arrange it. "That's all you said about these two sentences?" "Yes...... Be. "Alas!" Chang Jinzhu sighed, "You should ask them a few more words, and probe their tone a little more." Something is wrong, something is obviously wrong......"

"Have you finished reading it?" In the RV, "Wang Shuo" crossed Erlang's legs, picked his feet, and asked Ou Luochuan with a smile. "Wang Hai" and "Wang Yue" stood behind his seat, the "nephew" scratched his butt from time to time, and the "niece" kept purring her hair. The scruffiness of the three of them made it impossible for Ou Luochuan to concentrate on what he was doing, and he felt sick at the thought of the mud and dander they had rubbed on them and fell into his RV.

Ou Luochuan was holding the stamped plan to expropriate part of the land and the mountain forest land near the village and convert it into building land, as well as a contract for the Dayangtun Village Committee and Shiheng Real Estate to jointly use the construction land in Dayangtun Village to develop a villa project. Ou Luochuan endured his gaguse, and took a cursory look at the plan and the terms of the contract, as if he couldn't see where the mud and dander of the three people had fallen, and he didn't see anything wrong with the two documents. This is not unusual, he is a cultural expert, not a legal adviser, if the plan and contract can't even pass his pass, Yugong doesn't have to pretend to be the secret envoy of the "Old Nine". And they didn't want to negotiate a contract with Ou Luochuan, just teach him to play the role of an intermediary and convey it.

"Oh, this, that's pretty much it...... Mr. Wang!" Ou Luochuan almost exclaimed when he saw Yu Gong's freshly picked hand reaching out to the exquisite teacup containing the water poured to him, "Mr. Wang, you listen to me first!" Yu Gong's hand retracted, and Ou Luochuan let out a sigh and handed the two documents to "Mr. Chang". "Oh, Mr. Wang, it can be seen that the village committee is still very cooperative. Wouldn't it be beautiful for everyone to take what they need?"

The suggestion of "each taking what he needs" was made by the boss of Shiheng to Ou Luochuan the day after the three of "Wang Shuo" visited the RV for the first time. At that time, Ou Luochuan complained that Shiheng and his partners had acted inconfidently and leaked the news, which had jeopardized his reputation, and said that he would quit immediately and return to his studio in Qingdao or the headquarters in Fujian. Unexpectedly, the boss of Shiheng is both a threat and a temptation, suggesting that Shiheng also has a way to discredit him, a cultural expert, and at the same time explaining that if he wants to help Shiheng ride a donkey and find a horse, once Shiheng earns more profits, he will be more grateful to him. In this way, Ou Luochuan gave up the idea of slipping away in the RV, and stayed in the wilderness in fear, dealing with the bad old man's secret envoy and his strange young entourage under the supervision of "Mr. Chang".

"Oh, Mr. Wang, the plan and the contract, Mr. Chang and the bosses need to take a look. In this way, Mr. Chang will go back with these two documents today, consider them as soon as possible, and then reply to you as soon as possible. Please be patient and wait for ......" "No!" Yugong stood up suddenly, walked up to "Mr. Chang", and snatched the document back. "Oh, you...... What are you ......?" "You can't let you take this thing!" Yu Gong shook the document and said, "The ninth secretary said that he will never admit that the village committee will do this kind of business with anyone." Ou Luochuan understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "Oh, but if you want the bosses to cooperate with the village committee, you should always let them know the content of the cooperation, right?" "That's easy to do, take back this original and let Lao Jiu keep it, and use it later." Make a copy of it and show it to the bosses. "Oh, okay. Mr. Wang, you and Secretary Chang Jiucheng are really cautious. Ou Luochuan pretended to praise.

"Oh, it's okay to be cautious. In fact, if the secretary needs to keep it secret, we will keep it secret for him. "Hmph, Mr. Ou, this kind of thing doesn't work just talking. "Oh, I know. I just want you to believe that we are very sincere in working with the village council. Just today, we helped the village committee -- a small favor for the secretary to be exact. "Help, what help?" the fool was puzzled. "It's nothing, just to help his son relax. "His son, Zhimin?" "Right?"

Yu Gong saw Ou Luochuan wink at him, as if asking "Don't you know". In order not to show his flaws, he made a contemplative appearance, and after a minute, he pretended to suddenly realize, and said, "Oh, that's it, it's you!"