The ownership of Qionghua Mountain is unclear, while the entire area is privately operated.

The news exploded in Huazhou in an instant.

An object is unappreciated when it is worthless, but once it generates benefits, then contradictions follow. Especially for an existence like Qionghua Mountain, in the case of its ownership is not clear, it should belong to Huazhou and belong to the common wealth of the people.

As for museums, libraries, and the construction of schools, the common people saw them as private transactions between the city and the bandits, and without evidence, the bandits took public property for themselves.

Under this wave of "the interests of the people are greater than everything", no one would think that if Qionghua Mountain had not been exhausted by An Shengsen, it would be just a wild mountain that no one cared about, and no one would think about what Huazhou had exchanged for at the cost of this wild mountain.

The people firmly believe that with more wealth, they should give back to the society and the people.

If you have money, you should do more.

Under the huge public opinion, the explanation is indeed pale, and only a bold move can quickly cover up this turmoil.

The above instructions were quickly sent down to Hwassu.

Take back Qionghua Mountain.

As for An Shengsen's side, when the limelight passes, find an opportunity to make up for it.

Because the interests of the people are above all else.

Heavy snow was flying all over the sky, and people during the "New Year" were discussing the viciousness of bandits and the ownership of Qionghua Mountain in the streets and alleys.

"Qionghua Mountain is the pride of Huazhou, both from the historical level and the cultural level, it should be positive and educational. If we fall into the hands of a bandit, how will the people of the whole country view us, and how will those foreigners view us? ”

On the TV set of a certain commissary, there is an expert with various titles such as a writer and a politician, and he speaks righteously, which resonates with everyone.

Yes, Qionghua Mountain is famous far and wide, and the cultural background created by the scenic spot is promoting the spirit of the motherland from all angles. It is funny and ridiculous that such a landmark attraction with the characteristics of the times, representativeness, and revolution should belong to the state, to Huazhou, and to the people, rather than to a private person with a negative background.

Outside the commissary, an old man with a rectangular package on his back stopped and quietly watched the contents of the TV.

"Bandits."

An Shengsen stared at the TV and muttered two words in his mouth.

"Old man, what to buy?"

The owner of the commissary asked. The boss was a man in his early thirties, and he looked An Shengsen up and down at this time. The words of the experts on the television also resonated with him, except that he did not march around the city like those who "protested", but only in the shop, discussing the hatefulness of bandits with three or two friends.

An Shengsen didn't speak, and kept muttering the word bandit, like Alzheimer's.

"Old man?"

The owner of the commissary asked again.

Several people looked at An Shengsen and felt a little familiar, and for a while they couldn't remember where they had seen this person.

Just when they thought the old man was a demented fool, the old man moved, and he untied the sheets on his back.

When An Shengsen came out of the commissary, the sheets had been dropped, and he held a red tassel gun in his left hand and a bottle of Erguotou in his right hand, leaving several men looking at each other.

The owner of the commissary looked at An Shengsen's back and said helplessly: "There are everyone in this year, so old, come out and grab a bottle of wine." ”

"Forget it, it's better to have more than one thing, so a lot of age, if you give it a good beating, you have to be blamed. A bottle of two pots is not worth two dollars, so it should be sent away. ”

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The person next to him persuaded.

The second pot head in An Shengsen's hand was snatched by him, and he used the red tassel gun in his hand.

This was the first time he had pointed the red tassel gun at an innocent person since he became a bandit, and his first time was just for a bottle of liquor.

Even though it's just a bottle of liquor, the word bandit can be regarded as solid.

No one knows what he's doing it for.

An Shengsen unscrewed the liquor, raised his head and drank it all.

He threw the bottle in the snow, and the red star on the head of the second pot looked particularly bewitching and dazzling in the white on the ground.

An Shengsen held a red tassel gun in his hand and walked on the road like that. There was no expression on his face, and he even looked a little sluggish, the tip of the spear had been embroidered, dragging a long mark on the ground.

"Look at that old man, like a psychopath."

"It's so funny, maybe it came out of the circus."

Passers-by will always discuss it with him when they see it.

As if he couldn't hear anything, An Shengsen walked straight in one direction.

In the city center, at the entrance of a compound.

The protesters were like waves, blocking the place, their emotions soaring, screaming, shouting, questioning those in power in the compound.

On top of a Dongfeng truck, an old man suddenly appeared.

The old man wore gray fleece trousers, a cashmere sweater, and not even a coat. He was holding a red tassel gun in his right hand, the head of the gun was rusty, and the red tassel on it had faded a little, floating with the cold wind.

Attention was drawn to the old man, and they all looked towards the truck.

"He's An Shengsen!"

I don't know who shouted, the scene was full of noise, and the crowd began to be restless.

Inside the precincts, upstairs.

"How can he be here, take control of the scene, hurry!!"

With the appearance of An Shengsen, the gate of the courtyard that had been closed for a long time finally opened.

Many law enforcement officers quickly ran out to control the scene and isolate the people from the Dongfeng truck, for fear that they would hurt An Shengsen.

An Shengsen's weight, they can carry it. Everything An Shengsen has done for Huazhou, they are also obvious to all. Before the matter was really frozen, no one dared to let him have any accidents at the gate of this compound.

Ding Yunsong rushed out first, facing the heavy snow, and looked up at the old man standing on the roof of the car.

"Old man, at this juncture, don't come out and make trouble! Please believe in us, believe in the people, and things will pass! ”

Ding Yunsong pushed away the crowd and shouted anxiously.

An Shengsen looked at Ding Yunsong and said in a loud voice: "Little Dingzi, let my children go!" ”

Ding Yunsong raised his head and said, "Old man, this matter is not as simple as you think, but please believe me, as long as they have no problems, they will be able to go home soon!" ”

An Shengsen said: "My old man has lived a bright and upright life, and he never does anything like stealing chickens and touching dogs. My children and I have always walked and sat upright. You said you wanted to investigate, but I wanted to ask you why you checked and why you arrested them! Xiao Dingzi, whatever you want, my old man will give it to you, but my children are going home for the New Year and want to eat tonight's dumplings! ”

The sound was loud, and the red tassel gun thumped on the roof of the truck.

"Smack!"

An egg was dropped in Anshengsen's face.

The woman with a meaty face pointed at An Shengsen's nose and scolded, "Phew! Old thing, it's you guys who make the people poorer and poorer! Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, the children of mice will make holes, the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, you can take Qionghua Mountain as your own, and your cubs will not be clean!! ”