Many of the villagers didn't understand it very well, and they were dizzy to hear it.

"Then, then, who will say how many square meters of houses we will give after demolition?"

"How much is the compensation? Or is it the original 381 acres of ration fields and 331 square meters of house foundation money? ”

The villagers are most concerned about their vital interests, not the requirements of these rules and regulations.

He Dacheng raised his hoarse voice and shouted, "Let's put it this way, all the issues you care about will be planned and proposed by the four candidates under the conditions permitted by the national and urban policies, even if you propose to compensate 100,000 square meters, as long as they dare to write it into the plan, through the support of the villagers, there is no big grid out of the country and region, everything is possible, it depends on their ability!" ”

Wow......

The crowd began to talk about it, such a whole method has never been heard of, what kind of trouble is this?

Even Zhang Weifa felt that this plan was very different from what he knew before, but he heard something from it, and the government seemed to want to put the contradictions in the demolition back to Murakami, which was true. But they are not afraid, these mud-legged people who only open their eyes when they see money, it is strange that they do not drag the construction of the new area until the Year of the Monkey.

He was extremely unoptimistic about this whimsical plan.

The villagers do not stand on the overall construction of the village to consider things, they are concerned about their own land, who gives more money, and now the district mayor is so talking, in their eyes, Zhao Zhiqiang, Fu Jinghua, Zhang Jike and Zhao Tiejun, who was not present, are the four potential gods of wealth......

It didn't take ten seconds for the villagers who understood that they had immediately had a number in their hearts.

The plan is fundamentally secondary, and in their opinion, nothing can be done without money. So where does the money come from? Obviously, the four candidates standing on the side, the Zhao family and the Zhang family are the most competitive, Fu Jinghua, who has a small benzene board factory, is second, Zhao Zhiqiang, is directly ignored, his family is surrounded by walls, and there are no people with connections and financial connections at a glance, where to pull sponsorship, yesterday's remarks, in front of this campaign method, have become empty words, and there is no chance for him at all.

"Hey, it's a pity, Daqiang retired from the army and came back to do a career, what he said yesterday really scratched me, but, if you want to talk about sponsorship, he will definitely lose, who the hell thinks of this method?"

"Who else, it must be the fat man who lacks morality, Li Debei!"

"He's not a plaything!"

"Look at it, this time it's the matter of the Zhang and Zhao families, alas, Chang'an Village has been occupied by the two of them for 30 years, it seems that this time it still can't change the dynasty, it can't change the sky!"

"Cut, this broken director, Brother Daqiang can't succeed, we won't be bullied if we go out to work with him, or we won't get the money back."

"But what can be said, your uncle and they went out to work, and they haven't come back today, I heard that because the developer doesn't pay them, their construction team can't leave!" An aunt suddenly remembered that her man was still outside!

"Come on, that's it, if you want to ask for more money, look for them. If you have more ideas, look for them, who you support, and who you want to appeal, and finally form a new village construction plan that is agreed by the majority of the people, and the person who has the most sponsorship, and then after the election of the whole village, is the village director of Chang'an Village in the next year! ”

Li De finally found an opportunity to say a word, although his frozen mouth was not very neat, but at this time it was time to show his face, and there were many cadres in the leading organs in the district behind him.

Although he is not in the same glasses as Deputy District Mayor He, that guy is still the leader in charge of the construction of the new district after all...... Just say it.

After the meeting, the director of Tienan Street said some words of encouragement to Zhang Jike and Fu Jinghua one by one, but there was a very strong handshake at Zhao Zhiqiang's place, Zhao Zhiqiang was very strange, he didn't know the former mayor and the current street director? He Dacheng also congratulated him the same, as if he didn't know Zhao Zhiqiang at all......

After Li Shangbo in the district, Jiang Han in the township, and Tian Xiuqing in the village made a record of the meeting just now and included it in the case of the two election meetings, the official election campaign began.

Fresh.

There's a little bit of excitement. Like when I was competing in martial arts.

Zhao Zhiqiang looked at the newly acquired mobile phone, the time is about ten o'clock in the morning, tomorrow is the Chinese New Year's Eve, the father has not returned, the family has not bought anything, the task is clear, make a plan, engage in sponsorship, but also to pull votes, a month is tight enough, however, three years have not returned, the New Year is also a big deal, after thinking about it, ready to leave the village committee and go home, these three things will be said after the New Year.

Wu Bing grabbed Zhao Zhiqiang with a worried face.

The two got into his Poussin car and talked.

"Zhiqiang, I didn't expect the district to really revise the new village renovation plan according to what you said, you, this time you can be regarded as moving a big stone for yourself, and you are going to hit your own feet."

How did he know what Zhao Zhiqiang's real goal was, without the power to control the village, it was impossible to control Lingquan, even if it was contracted for 30 years, in China, the right to contract and operate was nothing in front of a decree.

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, "Brother Gazi, don't worry." What I, Zhao Zhiqiang, decided to do, there is nothing that I can't do. Oh, by the way, I see that you still have a car, sell this to me, here is 30,000, you can help me get a household after the New Year. It's inconvenient to not have a car to use. Hehe. In addition, if I am not here, you and Tang Roller will help me keep an eye on their points, and I will find a way to do the rest. ”

"Huh? Money, don't want money, this car, you can use it to become a ......" Wu Bing was forcibly stuffed with 30,000 yuan in his hand, and watched Zhao Zhiqiang get into the car and leave the village committee compound at a loss.

Wu Bing found Tang Roller and asked very strangely, "Hey, Roller, did Da Qiang make a fortune?" I paid off my debt the day before yesterday, and now it's 30,000! ”

Tang Roller shook his head.

On the way back to Erdao Street. More than a dozen heads of the Zhang family, young and old, talked as they walked.

"Hehe, Jike, this campaign method and conditions are very beneficial to you, not to mention anything else, just a few of our relatives who do business in Linzhou can fill up your sponsorship, if you really get the right to use the village land, hehe, 10 million is also possible!"

"It's impossible, third uncle, we are here in the edge of the city, and there is no development value at all."

"Worthless? How is it possible, haven't you heard that one of the old Zhao family's construction companies has a relationship with some company under the famous East Asia Group in Bincheng? If this land is not profitable, can people come? ”

"That? Didn't Zhao Guangming run away, did something happen? ”

"That's because they shared the spoils unevenly, and Zhao Guangming first packed his own pocket."

……

Zhao Zhiqiang didn't go home first, but drove the car around the familiar corners of nearly nine square kilometers for a morning, and got out of the car to observe it carefully when he couldn't get to the place. After getting acquainted with this land, I already have a rough blueprint in my mind.

Passing by the door of the village committee, Zhang Jike, who happened to return to the village committee to find Jiang Han, saw him driving over.

"Cut, a soldier who didn't graduate from high school, fights with me, and there is no door!" Zhang Jike seems to have seen Zhao Zhiqiang's defeat.

PS: Thanks to Brother Breeze for the tip.