Chapter 19: Two Old Children
Wan Pengan frowned, looked at the man in black with an angry face, and made a silent gesture.
Lin Han is basically sure that the zebra youth is Wan Peng'an, the men in black will be "Mr. Wan" and "Brother Peng" for a while, Tian Fucheng has also been here before, and his eyes are hesitant to look at him, which fully explains this fact.
Lin Han also deduced that Wan Peng'an must have known about Yang Xiaoyuan's death, and he was more detailed than ordinary people. The murderer was a man named "Brother Biao".
The big man in black quickly shut his mouth, but a trace of unconvincing flashed in his eyes.
Lin Han glanced at his eyes slightly, but he didn't expect the ability to activate again: "Lao Tianwo's bag is a waste, why did Mr. Wan treat him like that, and gave 100,000 yuan without even blinking his eyes." This old boy is delicious and delicious, not to mention, but also bathing and mahjong parlors all day long, spending money like running water, holding his breath when he sees him! ”
Wan Pengan suddenly stood up, picked up the book folder and said, "Don't eat it first, come back later, go." When he led the way, several men in black also hurriedly got up and followed.
Lin Han's brows were twisted together, and the questions in his heart were one after another.
First of all, this ability, how can it work well for a while and then not work? This is a bit of a trick, and just as I wanted to find out some more critical news, it failed.
Secondly, what is the relationship between Wan Pengan and Tian Fucheng? It seems that Mr. Wan gave Tian Fucheng a sum of money, and then asked him to trick his wife into signing the demolition agreement?
Lin Han was still pondering, Shi Jia answered a phone call and said to him: "I'll go back first, grandma has something to do with me." ”
Lin Han asked, "What's the matter, is the old man unwell?" ”
Shi Jia said: "No, a distant cousin from her countryside came today, and the two sisters haven't seen each other for a long time, and they chatted hotly." Afterward...... My cousin asked my grandmother to go back to the country with her for a few days, and they decided to leave tomorrow morning. ”
Lin Han said: "Just go?" ”
Shi Jia smiled bitterly: "If you don't say it's two old children, hehe." But I've also thought about it, so I'll go back, I'll live here for a short time. The weather was also warmer, so I went back to settle them down, and it was easy to come back by myself. ”
Lin Han thought for a while and said, "It's a reason why I have to move here sooner or later. Shi Jia got up and went back first.
Lin Han instructed again: "Remember to buy a bag of fresh milk and throw it in my house to feed the cat." ”
Guo Youwei smiled and said: "Xiaolin, it's time to tell us about it this time, what should we do about the demolition?" ”
Lin Han actually didn't know much about demolition, so he chose the relevant national laws and regulations he knew and talked to these people roughly.
In fact, the conditions and environment of each family of Guo Youwei and others are also different, and they all have their own small abacus, and it is basically impossible for everyone to reach a consensus in a short period of time.
The conversation is just about you and me, and the noise is non-stop.
When these people drink alcohol, they speak a little unscrupulously, and most of the meaning in their words is still a central idea: wait and see and procrastinate as the main thing, and do not scatter eagles if you don't see rabbits. If you don't get tangible benefits, you will definitely not agree to move.
Lin Han shook his head and sighed secretly, now the entire shantytown is lively.
Guo Youwei and the others chatted about the rise, and they served wine again, Lin Han saw that the time was not early, and secretly got up and left first while there was chaos.
He heard that Shi Jia was going to send his grandmother back to the countryside, and he still wanted to go back to see, the old man was very old, and he had lived together for more than two years, and everyone had a very good relationship.