This incident that happened in the Wu family in Chishan had a great impact on the local area, first I don't know who posted it on Weibo, and then it was reprinted in large numbers, and a day's work has been hyped by netizens on the Internet, and major media across the country have also tracked and reported, and many reporters have rushed to this small seaside village.

Wang Lung has been guarding his father Wang Fulin's corpse every day for the past few days, and some villagers have also spontaneously organized to help Wang Fulin keep his spirit.

In the hearts of the vast number of villagers, Wang Fulin is a hero, because he has won the attention of the national media in exchange for the death of one person.

Wang Lung guarded his father's spirit for three days, and then let the old man go to the ground for peace, and the mess left here was naturally taken out by the police, and with the attention of the national media, more things were exposed.

The old village renovation of Wujia Village was the result of the collusion between Wu Gaosong, the village secretary, and the real estate developer, to sell the land with a market value of more than 200 million yuan to the Feilong Company at a price of 9 million.

As the saying goes: money makes the devil grind.

With such a large sum of money, how can Wu Gaosong not go all out to do things?

In addition to the 5 million he owned, Wu Gaosong came up with the idea of 9 million compensation. The compensation for demolishing houses is high, but if you have to make up enough amount of arable land, the compensation is much lower.

So he began to play the idea of plowing the land, but it happened to be seen by Wu Ziyu's father, which made Wang Fulin prepared, but no one expected those people to be so fast, the front foot had just set up a tent vigil, and someone set fire to the back foot.

Of course, no one would think about it, everyone would think, as soon as it caught fire, it would definitely run away, and who would stay inside and wait to be burned alive. Of course, Wang Fulin's movement difficulties caused by waist and leg pain would never have been thought of in advance.

Although Wang Lung is grief-stricken, his father has been tortured by illness all these years, and sometimes death is not a relief.

Wu Ziyu has been accompanying Wang Lung for the past few days, helping him deal with Wang Fulin's funeral, and in his spare time, he will also go to Chishan Fishing Port to observe the situation here.

Wu Ziyu is really ready to intervene in Chishan Fishing Port, of course he will not occupy the entire fishing port, he just wants to buy individual stocks.

Wang Lung's mother was gone five years ago, and after dealing with the funeral, Wang Lung was also idle, "Yuroe, when are we going to rob Chishan Fishing Port?"

At this time, Wang Lung was especially looking forward to a fight and killing to relieve the pain of his father's death.

"How to rob the fishing port?"

"Uh, isn't that what you said?" Wang Lung touched his head.

"I said that I want to rob the fishing port? Grab it and say a little bit, you can grab it, what should I do if I keep it? Who can guard it all day and night?"

"I," Wang Lung wanted to say that he was looking for two more comrades-in-arms, but those who could occupy the fishing port were not simple underworld behaviors, they all had a certain relationship with the local government, so to speak, even if they robbed, the government might not necessarily approve of it, let alone resist the counterattack of the underworld.

"Then what you said a few days ago, let" Wang Lung is still a little unwilling, being able to control a fishing port is a symbol of strength, and it can also make Zhang Xinran's family look at him with admiration, not to mention, once he really controls the fishing port, the gap with Zhang Xinran's family is not big.

"I'll be able to do it in the next few days, and I'll be able to go back to work. "It's been four days since Wu Ziyu came back, plus a day of delay in Laoshan Taiqing Palace, it's been almost a week, and going to work is not the most important thing, mainly because Wu Ziyu originally wanted to take a few days to go to the place in the memory of the person in his essence blood amber to see if there are any adventures or treasures.

The fish intestine sword on his wrist was obtained by accident, and Wu Ziyu was still very excited to get this world-famous sword.

Chishan Fishing Port is a crescent-shaped wharf, but this crescent moon is particularly large.

In this crescent-shaped fishing port, there are several rows of "one" shaped piers sticking forward, and rows of cement piers that can hold cables.

Of course, these are all big fishmongers, and some small fishmongers are waiting outside the wharf in the distance, waiting for the big fishermen to collect the fish, and then wholesale them.

At this time, it was more than three o'clock in the afternoon, just when the fishing boats returned to the port one after another, and the whole fishing port was a busy scene.

On the pier, there is a small three-story building, which is the fishing port management office.

It is said that it is an office, but in fact, it is some social people. Although they say that they control the resources of the entire fishing port, they are not arbitrary, for example, it is the season for crabs to be on the market, and they control the price of crabs. Climbing shrimp on the market, controlling the shrimp resources, like a lot of small trash fish or something, are left to the fishmongers themselves to regulate, of course, these big fishmongers in order to sit on the throne of the big fishmongers, the filial piety to the management is also a lot.

Because the fishing port is not one, your price is high, the fishmonger's profit will be less, people will go to other fishing ports to buy, if the local fish price is generally up, then the foreign will be shipped, this whole is the implementation of the price leverage of the free adjustment, so, even if it is a social person, they can not let their temperament come nonsense.

Whoever wants to grab all the money into their own pockets is destined to be a one-shot deal, and in the final analysis, there is still no money to earn.

There's a lot of truth in this.

In the fishing port office, the windows are wide open, and although it is the hottest season in July, it is not too hot under the sea breeze.

Three young people with thorns all over their bodies, sitting in the house playing tractors, each of them in front of a wad of money, they are just small minions, the yard is not big, but this tractor wins the fastest money. Three cards, than the size, the sum of the fraud, doubled, even if the ten pieces of the yard played, it is common to win or lose thousands of dollars in an afternoon.

"I said Junzi, you guys don't play cards, clean up. A bald man in his thirties poked his head in and said to the three people playing cards.

"Okay, Brother An, that's it, that's it. The pockmarked boy called Junzi replied.

"Damn, you have time to go around the port and don't play all day long. ”

"Got it, Brother An. ”

As he was talking, suddenly a huge water ball, through the window, scattered over the heads of the three people who were playing cards, and all three of them were stunned.

"I'm cāo, what's going on?"

"Oh my god, who, who the fuck did this. ”

The card table between the three of them was washed away by the water, and the entire office was flooded.

Brother An didn't go far, and when he heard the frightened screams of the three people, he also turned back, "What's the matter?"

"Brother An, someone poured water on us!"

The three of them took out their machetes in the drawer and looked out the window, wanting to see who was so bold that they dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head.

However, within a few hundred meters of the office window, there was no one, and in the fishing port below, everyone should unload the boat and unload the boat, and the fish should be pulled, and no one seems to have seen what had just happened here.

Brother An didn't see the scene just now, he just listened to Junzi and the others describe the strange scene just now.

"You mean the water is flying through the window?"

"Well, I was playing cards when I saw a big mass of something flying out of the window, and then it exploded. A yellow-haired man swore solemnly.

"Pull it down, you, back to the light, why don't you talk about the prostate, that's called afterglow." Another guy corrected him.

Brother An didn't have time to deal with the fight between the two, this matter seemed to be quite interesting to others, but for a ** Laker like Brother An, who had been in the society for too long, he smelled a little different.

There are three kinds of people who are the most superstitious, one is the official, and the bigger the official, the more superstitious he is. The second is a businessman, who has done a lot of business, and has to believe many statements. The third type is mixed society, and these people do not put life and death out of the way, but pin their hopes on the Bodhisattva or Guan Erye.

If this is not a deliberate prank, it is worth pondering.

Is there something wrong with the feng shui in this place? Or are your people doing too many evil things and receiving retribution?

These claims may seem unreliable, but they are the most torturous.

But it's not a big deal, and Brother An hasn't reported it to the top for the time being.