Many things in the "Purple Valley Plan" could not be carried out until the wealth in Dongcang Mountain was exchanged for working capital, so Mo Nineteen and the others had been waiting until Hankmed had completely quit his drug addiction and was ready to return to Dbai.

Since the birth of the "Purple Valley Plan", Mo 19 and the construction contractor have conducted emergency consultations, allowing them to speed up the construction period, and the "Purple Valley Plan" is about to be officially launched, and Mo 19 and they urgently need to prepare a large number of offices.

Wu Caijian was checking the progress of the entire project in the temporary office in the shed, and Mo Nineteen walked in.

"Brother Nine is here", Wu Caijian put down the project schedule in his hand and greeted.

Mo Jiu smiled: "How is it?" Cutting edge, the project is going well, right? ”

Wu Caijian nodded, got up and brought a chair to Mo Shijiu, and the two sat around the desk.

"It's going well, and if there are no accidents in the later construction period, it will only take about a month to officially complete it," Wu said.

"How long will it take to renovate and green?" Mo Nineteen asked.

"About two or three months, the office is renovated quickly, but the housing is not easy to say."

"Housing is not in a hurry, as long as the office can catch up with the time and be put into use in time."

"Time must be in time, I have already estimated, including dealing with the wealth of Dongcang Mountain, and uniting the Yingyang government of State L and General Danting, these things will take three or four months, of course, this is still in the case of Hankmod is willing to help, if he is not willing to help, we have to find another way to deal with the wealth of Dongcangshan, then the time spent is uncertain, so the construction period of the No. 8 courtyard is absolutely no problem."

"That's good", Mo Nineteen nodded.

"I'm worried about the number of offices, according to our original plan, the entire No. 8 courtyard has three floors of housing, and only two floors can be used as offices, once the "Purple Valley Plan" is officially launched, we need to set up a variety of departments and working groups on our own, plus the working group sent by the government of Zhongyang and General Dan Ting, I estimate that the two-story office is completely insufficient," Wu Caijian said.

Mo Nineteen thought for a while: "This is indeed a problem."

"So I'm wondering if we should use all the yard 8 as an office, and as for everyone's house, when the funds are in place, we can make up the corresponding money according to the housing price in Gangonli City, so that everyone can go directly to buy a house to live in."

Mo Jiujiu was silent for a moment: "The No. 8 courtyard was decided by everyone together, we can't make a decision directly, let's ask everyone's opinions, if everyone agrees, then do it according to the method you said, if you don't agree, then we will find another way in the office."

Wu Caijian nodded: "Brother Chao, Xiaofei and the two of them must be fine, the main thing is to see what Xiaotian and their four brothers think."

"Call Xiaofei and ask him to ask," Mo 19 said.

Wu Caijian took out his mobile phone: "I'll fight now."

Zhao Xiaofei quickly called back.

"The brothers say, the ninth brother says to do what he does, and they have absolutely no opinion."

"Then decorate it all into an office, Brother Chao, I'll just take the time to tell him", Mo Nineteen said conclusively.

Wu Caijian nodded: "I know."

The two sat and chatted for a while, and when they were leaving, Mo Nineteen asked: "Cai Blade, Su Lao's side, I haven't visited for a long time, his old body is okay."

Wu Caijian said with a smile: "It's very strong, and every time I go over, I have to play Go for hours."

Mo Jiujiu nodded: "Su Lao is a simple person, and he seems to be just an ordinary rich businessman, but I think he is definitely not an ordinary person."

"I feel this way too, but Su Lao himself never mentions it, and I don't want to ask."

"Don't ask, Su Lao is open-minded and heroic, when he can speak, he will naturally tell us."

Wu Caijian nodded: "What Brother Jiu said makes sense."

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A week passed quickly, and the training of the SWAT Brigade was very effective.

On this morning, Mo Shijiu took Su Nianbei to have breakfast at the roadside stall downstairs as usual, and at this time, a crimson BMW X5 rubbed the breakfast stall and sped past.

The breakfast stall was simple and old, and it was not very solid, so it was overturned on the spot, and the porridge and buns on it were spilled on the ground.

The boss is a couple in their fifties, and the specific name is not clear, but everyone generally affectionately calls the man Uncle De and the woman Aunt Mei. Faced with the staggered and messy scene in front of him, Uncle Mei did not show any fuss, obviously used to seeing this kind of thing.

Quietly picking up the breakfast stall, the couple squatted down and began to clean up the ground. Business was out of order this morning, but the two of them seemed to have no complaints.

Su Nianbei had already finished breakfast, and when he saw two and a half hundred old men squatting on the ground with difficulty to clean up, he couldn't bear it, so he immediately got up and walked over to help.

At this time, the BMW X5 that had just been speeding by drove back quickly and stopped in front of the breakfast stall. The car door opened, and two hip-hop youths dressed in gold and silver stepped out of the BMW.

One of them was quite tall with a large nose ring on his nose, while the other was stocky and wore a blue-and-white denim vest.

"Old immortal, don't you know how to put the breakfast stall inside", the short and fat vest man walked over and kicked the breakfast stall that he had just picked up to the ground.

Uncle De hurriedly stood up and walked over: "This little brother, I'm really sorry, we were negligent today, we must pay attention next time."

"Cao, pay attention to a P next time", the short and fat vest man scolded, and suddenly grabbed Uncle De's collar and pulled him to the side of the car: "Take a good look yourself, what has my car been scraped into."

Uncle De took a closer look and saw that the side of the entire BMW car was running through a thumb-thick mark from front to back, so he turned pale with fright on the spot.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to", Uncle De's mouth began to keep compensating.

The man with the nose ring next to him held his hands and glanced at Uncle De coldly: "I'm sorry, what's the use, the car has been scraped like this, it will take at least tens of thousands to repair, lose money."

"Losing money? Tens of thousands? Uncle De even though his legs trembled.

"What are you shaking?" The man in the vest kicked Uncle De's calf: "You sell breakfast every day, will you have no money?" ”

Uncle De wanted to cry a little without tears: "We have a small business of selling breakfast, what money can we have, please let us go."

"Leave you alone? Spare any of you who will take the money to fix the car? The man in the vest carried Uncle De's collar and walked straight towards the wooden box that Uncle De used to collect money, and the man with the nose ring followed unhurriedly.