South to North: A Prison Guard at the Beginning

Chapter 344 Encountering Forced Demolition

The next morning, Yuan Mu sat in his office, drinking the tea Song Zian made for him, lighting a cigarette, with a document in front of him.

"Leader." At this time, Song Zian's voice came.

"Hmm?" Yuan Mu responded without raising his head.

"Director Liu from the District Finance Bureau is here. Do you want to see him?"

Hearing this, Yuan Mu raised his head.

"Okay, let him in."

Soon, a middle-aged man with a plump figure and sparse hair walked into the office with a smile on his face. He was the director of the Daoli District Finance Bureau, Liu Mao.

"Hello, District Chief Yuan."

"Comrade Liu Mao, please sit down." Yuan Mu nodded without standing up.

"Okay." Liu Mao quickly walked over to Yuan Mu and sat down.

"District Chief Yuan, I've come to you today specifically to report on my work. Please review the financial expenditure of our district this quarter." As he spoke, Liu Mao took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Yuan Mu.

Yuan Mu took the document but he didn't look at it and put it aside.

"Director Liu, how much money does the district have in its treasury now?"

"Uh." Liu Mao was confused by this question, but he quickly recovered. He didn't expect Yuan Mu's topic spanned such a wide range.

"District Head Yuan, our district's treasury really doesn't have much money left. Right now, demolitions are taking place everywhere in the district, so there are indeed a lot of places where money needs to be spent. We also have a lot of cadres in our district, and they have to be paid every month, which is a considerable expense."

After chatting with Liu Mao for a while, Yuan Mu let him leave. He had a preliminary understanding of the district's finances, but he always felt that this old guy Liu Mao was suspected of lying.

Yuan Mu became busy afterwards. People who wanted to see him came one after another. They were all leaders of various bureaus under the district, including public security, civil affairs, justice, water affairs, statistics, forestry, meteorology, etc. No matter how important or unimportant the department was, all the leaders came, and they all wanted to show their faces in front of him.

Yuan Mu was very busy this whole day, and was busy meeting these people. He had to meet them, because he had to get to know them, otherwise he, as the district chief, would be completely in the dark and know nothing.

After everyone left, Yuan Mu leaned back in his chair, sighed, then lit a cigarette and picked up the phone on the table.

"Xiao Song, come here for a moment."

Soon Song Zian appeared in Yuan Mu's office.

"Please make some arrangements. I will be going down to conduct research the day after tomorrow. Ask the government office to send a deputy director to accompany me."

"Okay, leader." Song Zian nodded and went downstairs to make arrangements.

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Two days later, an ordinary car drove out of the district government compound and headed off into the distance. In the car sat Yuan Mu, Li Huai, deputy director of the district government office, and secretary Song Zian. The driver was a member of the driver team, Ren Jun, a retired soldier.

"District Chief, should we ask the Public Security Bureau to send a vehicle to protect you?" Li Huai asked tentatively.

"You're afraid that others don't know that I, the district chief, have come down to conduct research, right?" Yuan Mu glanced at him and said.

"District Chief, I am doing this for your personal safety."

"Don't you know what I did before?"

After hearing what Yuan Mu said, Li Huai tactfully shut his mouth. If he said anything more, his leader would be unhappy.

The first stop of their trip this time is Zhaolin Street, which is also the most important place in Yuan Mu’s future plan. He plans to plan an economic zone here and build several large shopping malls. The Central Avenue is also here.

Moreover, it is close to the Songhua River, a good place to develop tourism, shopping and leisure, and can be said to be the economic center of the entire Daoli District.

The Zhaolin Sub-district Office is also carrying out demolition. There is an old vegetable market here that needs to be demolished, and there is also a group of old houses that are the targets of this demolition. Yuan Mu is going to check on the progress of the demolition.

Soon, the car drove to Shangzhi Street, but a burst of noise attracted Yuan Mu's attention and he frowned slightly.

"Xiao Ren, drive the car over and take a look."

"Okay, District Chief." Xiao Ren nodded, then stepped on the accelerator and the car drove forward.

As the distance shortened, the noise became clearer. Finally, Yuan Mu could see clearly that this should be a bungalow that was about to be demolished. There were many bulldozers and cranes around it. There were many people standing on the house, holding sticks and other weapons. There were also many people surrounding the bungalow.

Each of these people didn't look like a good person. They were holding sticks in their hands, and some were holding machetes, with fierce looks on their faces.

"Fuck! You old jerk! Come down here quickly and let me push down this house, otherwise you will be in trouble!" At this time, a man in his forties with a fierce face and holding a machete pointed at a man in his fifties on the bungalow and cursed.

"Er Laofei! Just give up on this fucking idea. This house is my life. If you have the guts, just let the bulldozer push me down with it!" The man on the roof was also tough and retorted directly.

"Fuck! Lao Deng, you've got to be so brave, come on! Pull them all down for me!" The second fat guy was furious and yelled at his younger brother behind him.

Hearing Er Laofei's order, the younger brothers behind him rushed forward waving their weapons and were about to climb up to the roof, but at this moment, an older man ran over with a plastic bucket in his hand.

Without saying a word, he opened the lid of the plastic bucket, lifted the bucket and poured it on himself, a large amount of liquid poured on him.

"Get out of here! If you come again, I'll set it on fire!" The old man took out a box of matches and glared at the people in front of him.

Although it is not winter yet, the weather in October is cold enough. An old man would not be able to bear being drenched in oil even without lighting a fire.

As expected, after this old man's behavior, no one dared to step forward. They were doing a demolition, and if they just beat up the other party, it would be no big deal, but if someone died, then the matter would be too big and no one could suppress it. No one of them could escape.

"Old Sun! What are you doing! Put down the matches!" Er Laofei shouted with his eyes wide open.

"Bullshit! You are about to dig out my lair, why should I be polite to you! Come on if you have the guts! Do you think I dare to start a fire? I have lived for more than sixty years, and I have had enough!" Old Sun was very tough, and kept saying it doesn't matter. At worst, I will start a fire and see if you can afford it.

"Fuck! You're so fucking cruel! Old Sun, I wonder how long you can defend that shabby house of yours! Retreat!" The second fat man pointed at Old Sun and cursed him a few times, then waved his hand and led his men and machinery to retreat.