Soft tape measure, benchmark, calculator. This is the measuring tool of trained surveyors.

After they have finished their measurements, the Chinese survey team will randomly inspect and use these three tools to measure the area of randomly selected houses – what will happen to those who are too small and too large and who are not inadvertently inadvertent...... A three-year-old can come to a conclusion with a shudder.

As Cierta knows almost men, women, and children, these smart people from the other world hate corruption and bribery above all else—whether it's power and power, or power and money—and the "back door" for them and the things they handle is probably a failure eleven times out of ten. Of course, the former will be sternly rejected on the spot, and even immediately pursue responsibility regardless of face. And no matter how secretive the latter's methods are, how much they think no one knows, they can't escape the eyes of the back office.

If you want to buy a surveyor to get a few more square meters, pay less to live in a bigger house, or get a few more square meters of financial compensation, it will undoubtedly be more than worth the loss for the householder - someone has become unbelieving and has taken risks, and then his name and the results of the treatment are posted on the bulletin board of the temporary municipal office in his district:

After the area is halved, the mantissa is rounded up. The word "half" was deliberately written in red marker, and the blood-red handwriting looked terrifying—the wealthy merchant who had been able to secure a large house and sit on it for a staggering reward had lost so much.

On the other hand, for surveyors who have embarked on the right path of official careers, as long as they are not stupid and not confused by the small profits in front of them, there will be more benefits waiting for them in the future. Of course, for the stupid children, the Chinese side does not mind giving a gallows or a lamppost as their end in the name of the official Elta: I'm sorry, it's really not the right time for you to fatten yourself, and now you are fattening yourself to prevent the promotion of the decree, and by the way, to the children who have been smeared by the new ruling coalition, we can only push the wheel of history and close our eyes.

With the monkey's roast chicken, things become clear...... Is it?

Bowitt stood on Marchstone Street with his trouser pockets in his pockets, smugly watching the occupants lean against the doorframe to see the surveyors tinkering indoors. The width of the whole Madge Stone Street has not changed much, and its central axis and course are more or less parallel to the sewer, and Bowwitt can imagine with his toes how big the family's house can be.

"It's pitiful, this family's house is smaller than mine." Bowitt shook his head, rubbed his stomach and turned around and began to move towards the restaurant, thinking about what he was going to eat for lunch. Is it better to have a veal steak with braised noodles or a roast chicken...... From tomorrow onwards, I will be a quasi-rich man, if you want to eat fragrant, you can eat fragrant, if you want to drink spicy, you can drink spicy, and it will be cool!

As Bowwitt disappeared into the bend of Marks Street, there was an inconspicuous argument from the small house he had just passed.

"Mr. Surveyor, you haven't measured the area of the kitchen and toilet yet......" The man leaning against the wall of the door frame said in a very soft tone at first, thinking that it was the surveyor's negligence.

Standing at the door, he had been observing whether the surveyor had undermeasured, but from his point of view, the meter ruler used by the surveyor was not accurate, at least the means of measurement were very skillful - when calculating the size of the house, even the thickness of the wall was roughly measured with a meter ruler and added to the total area, but unfortunately he did not seem to measure the size of the area of the suspended part.

"Please take a closer look at your title deeds, both of which are jutting out and hanging over the drain, am I right?" The surveyor showed no signs of weakness, waving the demolition rules signed by the man, as well as the left half of the title deed, which was replaced with a new house and property title certificate at the same time the family moved into the new house, and then destroyed. Until then, the left half of the title deed was equivalent to a letter of guarantee and a certificate of stub in case the owner of the house regretted it. Of course, this renovation of Shield City has never been afraid of regrets from the residents.

"There are no 'nail households' in Shield City." This was the order given by Doniva after learning of the full demolition work. Under the premise of the surveyor's relative impartiality, all the residents involved in the demolition in Duncheng have only one choice: demolition and demolition, or demolition. In other words, the occupants only have the right to choose more compensation and a larger dwelling area under the principle of equal size, and do not have the right to choose whether they do not want to be demolished.

Poisonous vegetables? I'm sorry, but the current Elta is a tyranny, and it's such a poisonous dish. The emperor has already ordered it to be demolished, if you dare not dismantle it, please have it on the street lamp.

"That's right," the man was choked by the sentence just now, and the agreement was signed by himself. "But Mr. Surveyor, can't even the matter of two square meters be accommodated?"

Here, the surveyor had already packed up his tools and was ready to go out with his overalls on his shoulder.

"This is the rule, and the fate of Emperor Doniva is unbearable. We're just doing things by the rules. If we don't do it evenly, we won't be able to protect our heads. The surveyor's voice was calmer than it had been before, as if he had become more comfortable by pushing the pot to Doniva himself.

"Surveyor!" The man couldn't help it, if it weren't for the swaddling clothes he was still wearing at his waist, he might have knelt directly in front of the surveyor. "I'm begging you, Lord Surveyor, my family of five lives very hard, if I lose these few square meters, I will only live tighter......"

The surveyor's Adam's apple moved slightly, but the comforting words reached his throat and he swallowed them back raw. Most of the houses in this area are single-storey, and it is rare to find double-storey houses that can be calculated by accumulating the area, so it is conceivable that the residents of this area are not very good among the middle class. I was still from a poor background, but I knew arithmetic, so I was selected to measure the house, dare to say that I have no compassion? Impossible. What about comfort? Since he couldn't modify the area measurement, even if it was just to round off to five decimal places, what was the difference between this painless comfort and not saying anything?

But then again, their bosses, the black-haired, yellow-skinned engineers, and the architects are also unkempt in the construction site, can it be said that they are deliberately mean to the Eltas? Definitely not. Or did they set up the principle of equal area replacement in order to deliberately make life difficult for the residents of Duncheng who had been demolished from their old houses? Neither is it. Obviously to make Duncheng more livable, so they want to make every household have access to water and sewerage, water and electricity, are they wrong? That's right. The buildings they gave to the Elta people were all free. To put it more clearly, all buildings with more than two floors are calculated according to the actual usable area, not simply according to the title deed, and this is not a shame that the Chinese are willing to eat?

In their training, the red line on the issue of floor area is clearly pointed out: any area of housing built outside the vertical line of the title area cannot be included in the compensation area, but if the actual floor area of the tenant does not reach the area of the title (garden), then the area of the first floor can be calculated according to the area of the entire land lease. However, the buildings built outside the title deed include the part of the householder that extends to the road on his own, and the toilets and kitchens that extend outwards from the sewers, which are particularly common here...... are all on this list.

For example, any balcony that protrudes from a two-story building onto the street (crossing the title red line) is not included in the compensation area, and the residential balconies that are actually compensated to the residents of Duncheng are not included in the housing area. As for height, Elta's houses are built in such a way that they rarely reach four or five storeys – unless they are prepared for the time of construction, or they are built on top of each other like slums without fear of collapsing and dying. Well, I almost forgot to mention that the heads of slum households generally do not have title deeds, and this problem was accidentally solved again.

So did the man who wanted to make his family live better did something wrong? From a surveyor's point of view, he seems to be doing the right thing...... It seems to be a matter of rules and regulations, but it's probably not a mistake. The surveyor shook his head and squeezed the cloth bag tightly, regardless of the man standing beside him, looking up and walking out of the door.

It was not the first time that duty, and kindness had struggled in his heart. Of course, sometimes his greed is involved—the residents of the streets ahead are not lacking in the money and gold and even steel tickets just to get him to measure the results of the second-story villa by less than one percent. The pay was not high, but after one refusal he felt that the more he could control his heart when he worked, and the more solid his resistance to the pleas of the poor and the temptations of the rich became.

The justice in his heart always tells him that since those who maintain justice are not wrong, they can only blame some people who want to transgress justice. However, compassion told him that except for those bastards who want to take advantage of their profits, shouldn't they be treated differently by fair standards for such miserable people?

When he looked up, he felt nothing but dazzling, just as he had come in, with the bright midday sun overhead. In fact, it only took ten minutes from the time he entered the room to the time he walked out. But those last few minutes of confrontation made him feel as independent as he had been for years.

So who is right and who is wrong, he has never come up with an answer. You can't be right on both sides, right? Thinking like this, he paused for a moment, and then knocked on the door of the opposite resident, yes, he still thought about how to finish the work before the criticism of the neighborhood increased. Maybe it will be more comfortable to put yourself into a new job and forget about these things that you can't figure out.

"Hey, boy, please come in!"