At noon the next day, Jia Miaomiao sent someone to Lin's house with a check for three billion.

Not long after the check arrived, Song Feng gave it directly to Lin Shiya.

"This is Jia Miaomiao's compensation for you, why do you want to give it to me?"

"No, this is the compensation I want for your Lin family."

Song Feng slapped the check on Lin Shiya's hand and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me, everything is happening around your Lin family."

"There are some things that you can't talk about, and I'm an outsider without any scruples."

"In the past two days, I will make an appointment with Mr. Niu of the commercial bank, and you will hand over this check to Mr. Niu to pay off your family's loan, and you can breathe a sigh of relief without the pressure of loan and interest."

Hearing this, Lin Shiya's heart flowed through a warm current.

No matter what time it is, Song Feng will always think about her.

"Ding Ding Ding ......"

A ringtone of the mobile phone broke the charming atmosphere between the two.

Lin Shiya picked up her mobile phone and said, "Assistant Zhang, I have to stay at home to take care of my grandfather in the past two days, and I don't have time to go to the company.

"Mr. Lin, the company has encountered *** annoyance, and you must come forward to deal with it."

Assistant Xiao Zhang called, not just to report work.

Not long ago, there were more than a dozen nail households on the land purchased by the Lin family, and Lin Shiya came forward as the person in charge to cooperate with these nail households.

After much effort, they were finally persuaded to sign the relocation agreement.

Just an hour ago, these nail households invariably called to terminate their contracts.

said that he dreamed of his ancestors, scolded them for being unworthy descendants, and sold his ancestral property for money.

"It's ridiculous!"

Lin Shiya felt incredible.

These nail households are both villagers of the same village and clan relatives of the same surname.

The nail who took the lead is surnamed Ma, named Ma Fugui, and is in his sixties this year.

He is the oldest elder in these nail households.

Lin Shiya did a lot of targeted work, first persuading Ma Fugui.

Ma Fugui received a large amount of relocation compensation from Lin Shiya and agreed to come forward to persuade other relatives.

The relocation agreement was signed one after another.

After only a dozen days, these people suddenly repented, and the reasons they found were simply ridiculous.

The ancestors entrusted the dream, and it was not one or two, all the Ma family members who signed the relocation agreement received the dream warning from the ancestors.

"Mr. Lin, it was the agreement you negotiated with Uncle Ma at that time, and the other vice presidents or department heads, don't persuade them to change their minds, they can't even meet in person, you see?"

"I know, I will go to the construction site immediately, and tell us that the construction workers at the construction site must exercise restraint, no matter what kind of unreasonable actions these people make, we must not do it."

The self-media is highly developed, and once the people of the group have a dispute with the other party, whether they are on the Lin family's side or not, they will fall into a public opinion storm.

Lin Shiya forced herself to calm down, there must be a secret in this matter.

Now is not the time to panic, let alone talk about contracts.

Even though all of these people signed the relocation agreement.

After the trouble, it was useless at all.

The vast majority of ordinary people have the inherent mentality of sympathizing with the weak and hating the strong.

Even if the group occupies all the truth, once the matter is big and affected by various online media, the people will not pay attention to what the truth is.

The Lin Group, who only thinks that the family has a big business, bullies ordinary relocated households.

Hanging up the phone, Lin Shiya said, "You heard it, I'm going to the construction site immediately, if grandpa asks, don't tell him the truth."

"Grandpa has just recovered from a serious illness, and he can't stand such stimulation."

"I'll go with you."

Song Feng smiled faintly and said, "I believe that in terms of compensation for demolition, the compensation given by the group you are responsible for to the demolition households will definitely be only a lot more."

"The other party tore up the contract signed with you under the pretext of the ancestor trusting the dream, there must be a big problem behind it, you may not be able to handle it thoroughly, take me with you, and I will help you solve this matter properly."

"Okay, I'll go say hello to grandpa first, and then we'll leave right away."

Song Feng's guess was exactly the same as Lin Shiya's analysis.

The two of them all agreed that there was a lot of article behind the matter, and it could not be solved in a few words.

Lin Shiya went over this time, mainly to see what kind of medicine these people were selling in their gourds.

Who's egging it on?

At the construction site dozens of kilometers away from the Lin family's villa, the scene was chaotic.

Inside the huge construction site, there are more than a dozen houses of different shapes.

A large number of demolition households gathered in front of a house with something that could be used as a weapon, shouting murderously to return to my homeland and resolutely not to move.

There was a Taishi chair at the door of the mansion, and an old man sat on the chair, holding a thermos cup in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand.

After a while, a red car stopped in front of the crowd.

Song Feng and Lin Shiya got out of the car one after another.

Looking at the situation in front of her, Lin Shiya looked behind her again.

Workers and site managers obeyed her orders and kept a distance of 100 meters from the demolition households.

There were no traces of a fight at the scene, and no traces of blood were seen, indicating that there was no clash.

Thinking of this, Lin Shiya breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there is no conflict, the situation is manageable.

Cheering up, Lin Shiya smiled and said from afar, "Uncle Ma, do you remember me? I'm Lin Shiya, and we met not long ago."

"I'm not in my seventies or eighties, how can someone I met not long ago turn around and forget."

Ma Fugui handed the thermos cup to a young junior next to him and took a hard puff of his cigarette.

Throw away the cigarette butt and walk to the front of the crowd.

"Miss Lin, you are a good person, the old man doesn't want to embarrass you, the ancestor of our Ma family gave us people a dream, and in the dream he severely reprimanded us, scolding us for being unworthy descendants."

"There are gods who are three feet above their heads, and people can disrespect everything, but they can't disrespect their ancestors, and when the ancestors are angry, how can we, who are descendants of future generations, act against our ancestors?"

"I think the previous agreements are null and void."

Lin Shiya said politely, "Uncle Ma. If you feel that the relocation cost or the resettlement plan is not satisfied, you can also put it forward, and I will come here with 120,000 sincerity to talk to you about a proper solution."

Ma Fugui muttered impatiently, "Did Miss Lin not understand what I said? If you don't understand, I'll tell you again, it's not that we don't move, it's that our ancestors don't let us move, and we have dozens of people at a time to dream, can this matter be small?"