Early morning.

Han Qian stood in front of the mirror, Xu Hongchang's body was full of clothes, Yeats supported his chest with one hand, pinched his chin with the other hand and looked at Han Qian in a floral suit, and then snapped his fingers, and the makeup artist of Yezhai Pavilion came.

Han Qian was pressed on the chair by Yeats, and then took out hairspray to comb Han Qian's long hair into the back, and then felt a little uncomfortable, so he pulled Han Qian to wash his hair, and then Yeats took a clipper to push Han Qian's hair into an inch.

It was already ten o'clock after cleaning up, and Han Qian's favorite floral suit couldn't be taken off by Yeats.

Dark purple floral slim-fitting suit Han Qian.

Yeats in goose yellow hip skirt professional attire.

Cui Li, dressed in a Mao suit.

The three of them got out of the car at the main entrance of the yamen, and Yeats hugged the tablet and whispered.

"You can't quarrel with Cheng Jin! Don't quarrel. ”

"I'm not a three-year-old!"

Twenty minutes later, Han Qian slammed the door and shouted, pointing to Cheng Jin's office.

"I shouldn't have come today!"

Cheng Jin said angrily.

"Do you love to come, if you don't come, you won't do it at this yamen?"

Yeats was helpless, and the two of them had a good chat at first, and then the two quarreled because of the demolition of the wasteland village, and the quarrel was inseparable.

Han Qian was angry and squatted at the main gate of the yamen, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't say a word to Cheng Jin, the old man.

When I was upset, I heard a noise in the distance.

[Changxiang Group is not a person! Bullying us. 】

Han Qian turned his head to look at Yeats, who frowned and shook his head.

"I don't know!"

There were more and more people, and soon the square at the entrance of the yamen was full of people, holding banners in their hands, holding loudspeakers and shouting that the boss of the Changxiang Group was warm and ate human blood steamed buns!

This made Han Qian incomprehensible, didn't you start typing the poems?

Why do we still enjoy eating human blood steamed buns?

Han Qian squatted on the steps and looked at the group of people under the steps, frowning.

"Go and get the poems!"

Xu Hongchang drove away, Han Qian stood up and stepped forward, blew twice on the steps, and then sat on the steps, grinning.

"The boss of Changxiang Group is my ex-wife, don't say a word to me! The whole delegate came out to talk to me, why was it violently demolished! Didn't compensate you or something! ”

A tall, muscular man in the crowd shouted with a bullhorn.

"Why did you let us move, we have to move! We don't move! ”

"I drove a forklift to push the house, are you angry? Cui Li, what are you looking at? They reporter machine selection shot? The cameras are all smashed for me! ”

Cui Li frowned and walked down the steps, and at this time, Chang De trotted all the way over, stopped Cui Li and looked at Han Qian and frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

Han Qian frowned.

"What the hell is going on with their demolition? I remember reminding Changxiang many years ago not to move the wasteland, a loss-making business! ”

Changde sighed.

"It's the instruction from above, shantytown transformation!"

"What's the price?"

"There are 2,41 square meters with a house photo, and 700 without a house photo."

"Who gave this unfortunate job to Chang Xiang? Cheng Jin? ”

Han Qian was kicked in the back, almost rolled down the steps, turned his head to look at the frowning Cheng Jin, Han Qian stood up and walked to the side and squatted down, Cheng Jin looked at everyone and shouted.

"We will talk about the house in the future, Xiao Han Qian, it has nothing to do with it, you get out of me"

Han Qian shouted.

"Yeats, call Changxiang, Glory, Huitian and other groups, who dares to answer, I will screw their heads! If you don't like demolition, don't demolish! ”

Cheng Jin turned his head and said angrily.

"Fuck off!"

Han Qian stood up and patted his buttocks, pouting.

"You think I'm waiting for you?"

Around noon, Yu Shishi came, with the small eyepatch of the skeleton on his eyes, Han Qian stood up and shouted at Yu Shishi.

"Give it to me now, and see if there's anyone here who did it to you in the first place! I don't care what kind of reporter I am, I don't care what newspaper I publish, whoever writes poetry, I chop off the claws of whomever today, and I have nothing to do with whether I am demolished or not, I am a jobless vagrant! Xu Hongchang, you keep an eye on me, do you dare to run and drive me directly to death! ”

Yu Shishi pointed to the tall and strong man and shouted.

"He stoned me!"

Han Qian suddenly stepped forward, Cheng Jin and Changde hurriedly grabbed Han Qian, and at this moment, Cui Li jumped up from the steps and kicked the man in the face.

It's messed up!

Cheng Jin grabbed Han Qian's collar and said angrily.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Han Qian said indifferently.

"Do nothing, whoever hits my family, whose claws I chop off! Willing to demolish your yamen and take the money to demolish it yourself, enjoy the lack of money! Not a penny! ”

Li Jinhai came with someone, Cui Li wiped the blood on his face, Han Qian shook off Cheng Jin and pointed at Li Jinhai and shouted.

"Second uncle, don't go, ask me in front of reporters today! Who the hell caused them to do something with poetry, damn it! Blinded me in my right eye? This matter can't just be settled, you guys with mobile phones to record videos, carry cameras, and dare to pinch your head and end to post videos, I'll hold you responsible, I won't let you squat in it for the rest of your life, I'm not called Han Qian! ”

Cheng Jin sighed, knowing that the city would not be quiet after Han Qian returned.

Han Qian stepped forward, grabbed the collar of the man who had moved his hand on Yu Shishi, and said coldly.

"Tell me, who told you to stir things up? The entire coastal demolition has always been at this price! That's the price of shantytown renovation! ”

The man gritted his teeth.

"Someone has told us that the wasteland village is not a shantytown transformation at all, and if you drive away the people who enjoy it, someone will demolish it at a high price! You all have money and don't care about a house! We worked hard all our lives to buy a house! What's wrong with the extra money we want to have? ”

Han Qian sneered.

"I ask you, who told you to do it!"

Suddenly, a hand covered Han Qian's wrist, Han Qian turned his head to look at Liu Guangming, who suddenly appeared, and frowned.

"You don't know what happened to you?"

Liu Guangming laughed at himself.

"Han Shao, so many people are watching, you have to be forgiving and forgiving!"

Han Qian shook off Liu Guangming's arm, then stepped forward and grabbed Liu Guangming's collar and said coldly.

"I don't know what Feng Lun told you! If you keep going, you'll die! ”

Liu Guangming looked at Han Qian with sad eyes and laughed at himself.

"That's all I want to live! The wasteland was demolished at a loss, and I took it up along the city! ”

Han Qian grabbed Liu Guangming's collar and said in a low voice.

"What the hell are you going to do? You're running to the other side now, if one day they want you dead! What do you do? ”

Liu Guangming tilted his head, his eyes sad.

"Death is death! I'm getting older! It's what I mean to do it to Miss Poetry, everything is done by me Liu Guangming! Han Shao, how much compensation do you want, you are happy. ”

"Roll on, how far as you want, roll how far you want me! Get me out of Mukden as far as you want, it's better to get me out of Mukden! ”

Liu Guangming left, and Han Qian turned around and punched the tall and strong man, followed by a kick.

Han Qian raised his head and shouted.

"Feng Lun, I'm going to you! Let's go, the matter of demolition is given to Shuncheng! ”