As soon as the truck arrived, two drivers got off.

It was possible to feel that the two of them were in a good mood. They hummed a little song and called the workers to come to unload the goods.

They also have a reason to be happy, after all, I won a few hundred yuan from the mute today. This is several times their daily wages.

A group of workers walked to the back of the car and opened the tarpaulin covered by the rear carriage.

As soon as the tarpaulin was opened, the workers stood there, looking at each other in a glance, and no one stepped forward to unload the goods.

"What are you doing? Why don't you work?"

Mr. Ha on the terrace shouted loudly.

A foreman looked up at Ha Ye upstairs, pointed to the carriage, and said awkwardly:

"Boss, you'd better come and have a look..."

The moment Mr. Ha showed up in front of the truck with Huang Ze, his face looked extremely ugly.

I saw that the original decoration materials in the truck turned into a pile of broken wooden boards.

On the plate are two dark coffins, with vermilion-red brushes written on them.

Mr. Ha was furious and turned to the two drivers and said angrily:

"What's going on?"

The two drivers looked embarrassed and hesitated and didn't know how to explain.

Suddenly, a black Santana drove quickly and stopped on the side of the road.

As soon as the car door opened, the mute and the two locals got out of the car.

When he saw the mute, the driver immediately pointed at him and said to Mr. Ha:

"Boss, they did it. They set up a plan to hold us and dropped the things..."

The mute chuckled, looked at the two drivers and said:

"I, I, my money is that, is it so easy to win?"

The two drivers immediately rushed towards the mute direction.

The mute pulled out the sickle from his waist calmly and slowly picked his teeth with the sickle.

"I've eaten too much meat, meat, and I'm a little stuffy, stuffing my teeth..."

As soon as they saw the sickle, the two drivers immediately stopped.

Mr. Ha was watching this scene, and he laughed instead of anger.

He walked slowly to my car, looked at me in the car, and said:

"This trick of picking peaches and abandoning frames and replacing pillars was from your Chu Ye. To be honest, I was quite disappointed. At most, I lost two cars of decoration materials and had two more coffins. What else? What else is there for me?

Influence? Master Chu, I looked at you so highly before, thinking that you are the best in the thousand sects and the great wisdom is natural. Now, it seems, but that's it..."

"What result do you want?"

I lit a cigarette and took a sip.

When he vomited, the smoke hit Ha Ye's face.

Mr. Ha slapped the cigarette in front of him, pointed to the building behind him and said:

"If Mr. Chu really has the means, don't make any disgusting people like coffins. He has the ability, so I can't continue working in this building and the venue can't be opened..."

Mr. Ha still looks as if he is smiling but not smiling, and he is hiding a knife in his smile.

"Satisfies you!"

I said lightly.

"Then I'll go back and wait for you, Mr. Chu?"

I shook my head and looked at the time.

"No, it's OK!"

I could clearly see that the old wrinkles on Mr. Ha's face couldn't help but move.

And I also deliberately notified Mr. Ha in advance, this is called open conspiracy.

I want him to know that I do the things, and you can do nothing if you know them.

Our car was parked on the side of the road, while Mr. Ha returned to the construction site, not knowing who he was calling.

After a while, the village chief came over from the village next to him with a few villagers.

As soon as he arrived in front of the building, the village chief pointed to the worker who was under construction and said:

"All down, I can't do it!"

The foreman was already a little angry, but after hearing what the village chief said, he said angrily:

"What are you doing? Go here to point fingers. Are you not sick in your brain?"

"What am I doing? I am the village chief of Maoli Village. Your construction here has polluted the environment of our village. Now many villagers are sick, and you have to be responsible for this matter..."

Mr. Ha, not far away, was on the phone.

After hearing what the village chief said, he immediately put down the phone and rushed over.

I have to say that Mr. Ha is indeed a veteran who can bend and stretch.

He politely greeted the village chief and expressed his apology again and again.

At the same time, he also asked the workers to stop work immediately.

Looking at the village chief, he immediately said:

"Old village chief, you think this is the case. We are currently rushing the construction period and the project cannot be stopped. Otherwise, we will find a place to drink tea and chat. We can make appropriate economic compensation to our Maoli Village. This can always be done

Is it right?"

"As appropriate compensation? Do you think we are here to beg for food? Can you exchange that little bit of money for the health of our villagers?"

The village chief said relentlessly.

At this time, all the workers who stopped working were surrounded.

It looks like a fight, but in fact it is more of a fun look.

"Talk!"

Mr. Hong, who was sitting in the back seat, said with some dissatisfaction.

"Add some stuff?"

I asked.

"OK!"

Mr. Hong turned to look at Lao Hei and said:

"Old Hei, are you here?"

"Together!"

The two got out of the car and stood opposite the road, each of them picked up a brick.

Then Lao Hei glanced briefly and the brick flew towards Master Ha.

At the same time, Mr. Hong's bricks flew towards the people in Maoli Village.

He heard two screams in succession, and then the village chief shouted:
Chapter completed!