usatvline Chapter 354 Preliminary Investigation
Chapter 354 Preliminary Investigation
Chapter 354 Preliminary Investigation
Little Tyrant caught the look in the middle-aged man's eyes and understood perfectly. He smiled slightly at Yu Huan and said, "Yu Huan, you eat first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he got up and followed the overweight middle-aged man back to their own table.
After finishing the chicken feet, Yu Huan gently poked the tip of her chopsticks into the bowl and stirred it slightly, allowing the rich and mellow broth to fully soak into every strand of rice noodle and the large, bright red slices of beef.
Then, he picked up the slightly browned fried egg, took a bite, and the runny yolk instantly flowed between his lips and teeth.
At this moment, Yu Huan's attention was completely shifted from those trivial matters and focused on the bowl of spicy beef noodles in front of her.
After finishing the fried egg, the smooth and chewy rice noodles enter your mouth, and the spicy flavor spreads freely in your mouth, bringing a sense of happiness on such a chilly day.
Just as Yu Huan was engrossed in her meal, she suddenly heard Xiao Bawang's voice filled with envy.
"These people on Xiangchun Road are incredibly lucky; you could say they became rich overnight!"
Another deep voice followed, like a rumble of thunder: "That's right, those who are relocated can get several apartments, and they can just sit back and collect rent. They won't have to worry about anything for the rest of their lives."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan's gaze slowly moved, taking in the look.
The person who said this had a stubble on his face. Wasn't he the same simpleton who had picked up a small stool to hit someone?
Yu Huan was not greatly disturbed and quickly looked away, continuing to slurp her noodles.
The little tyrant then launched into a passionate speech: "If it were me, I'd only want money! The resettlement houses are all in those godforsaken places, what's so good about them? It's better to buy a big house in the city center, along with a car, and still have some money left over to live a carefree life."
The voice of the middle-aged man with a puffy figure, tinged with amusement, rang out unhurriedly: "It's all in vain for you to talk about these things. You can only watch with envy. We're not destined to be the ones getting compensation for our land expropriation."
"That's right." The stubble-faced man replied, then suddenly asked, "What time do they open for work in the community?"
"I just went to check, the door was closed, and the sign said it's 1:30 in winter," Little Tyrant replied.
"Then let's sit in the foot massage parlor next door for a while, and then go get the documents." The overweight middle-aged man gave the order, his tone steady and powerful.
Yu Huan picked up a large slice of beef and put it in her mouth. She heard this casually and immediately frowned slightly.
A sense of doubt arose in his mind, and he began to pay close attention.
The burly man with stubble let out a rough laugh, which was as loud as a bell, and said, "Brother Da Wu is really well-connected. He got such a good job. It's a key project in the city. There's a lot of money and the policies are good. The demolition shouldn't be too difficult."
The middle-aged man with a puffy figure said slowly, "It's hard to say. There will definitely be some holdouts who are asking for exorbitant prices and are unwilling to move. We'll have to figure out a solution for them."
Yu Huan chewed on spicy beef, recalling the public notice she had seen in the community yesterday.
The expropriation work will be outsourced, and qualified companies will be invited to participate.
He fell into deep thought...
If I'm not mistaken, that Brother Wu should be the real boss who switched careers and started a sand and gravel business.
These three men were basically working for him for a living; the fact that they could go fishing together suggests they had a good relationship.
Among them, Little Tyrant is undoubtedly in a relatively low position. Judging from his way of addressing the bearded man, he calls him "brother".
The overweight middle-aged man, on the other hand, spoke with a hint of instructing the two men, clearly indicating that he held some status.
As Yu Huan was pondering, she suddenly heard a slurping sound of someone eating noodles.
The middle-aged man with a puffy figure sighed, "On such a cold day, nothing beats a bowl of hot beef noodles. It warms me up all over."
As soon as he finished speaking, the stubble-bearded burly man and the little tyrant quickly chimed in with a few words of agreement.
Yu Huan calmly finished the last bite of noodles, put down her chopsticks, took a tissue from the box on the table, carefully wiped her mouth, and then put on her mask.
The overweight middle-aged man who had been secretly watching Yu Huan immediately kicked the little tyrant's shin upon seeing this.
The little tyrant was engrossed in eating his dry noodles. Although he noticed that Yu Huan had gotten up, he still stared blankly at the overweight middle-aged man. He thought that this was the end of the day and he wouldn't bother Yu Huan anymore!
It seemed as if they failed to grasp the urgency and impetus contained in that kick.
The overweight middle-aged man frowned slightly, feeling that his younger brother was not clever enough.
The middle-aged man who had gained weight felt that the last time he suffered a sudden and unexpected disaster was because of him.
If it weren't for his old classmate relationship with Yu Huan, and the expectation that he could act as a go-between to further connect with Director Chen, he would have broken Yu Huan's legs and kicked him out long ago.
At that time, Yu Huan's true identity was still unknown.
According to him, he only works at a newspaper and has only recently started working there.
Unexpectedly, Yu Huan was actually a department head at the provincial newspaper! And suddenly gained immense fame!
Such a person clearly has unlimited potential; it's unimaginable what position he could rise to in the future.
The overweight middle-aged man, who already knew a little about the situation, sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat annoyed at his own recklessness at the time.
Of course, it was also because of this younger brother's relationship with Yu Huan, who was an old classmate. When Brother Wu asked about the situation, he confidently assured him that he had already made contact.
He frequently invited her to visit Yu Huan's home and greet Yu Huan's parents and two teachers. How can that not be considered as keeping in touch?
In short, they only got to participate in this cushy job after getting closer and closer to Brother Wu.
It wasn't until Yu Huan turned around and started walking down the aisle that she finally stopped.
The overweight middle-aged man quickly gave Xiao Bawang a wink, raised his chin slightly, gestured towards Yu Huan's back, and said in a barely audible voice, "Go and get a phone number quickly."
Little Tyrant nodded slightly, softly replied "Okay," hurriedly put down his chopsticks, and abruptly stood up.
Yu Huan strode forward, taking out his phone from his pocket to check the time.
It's 12:14 now, exactly the agreed time.
The little tyrant's two short legs moved rapidly, his pace as fast as the wind.
Just as Yu Huan was about to step out the door, he jogged up to her side, his face beaming with a fawning smile, and said, "Yu Huan, you're done eating? Going to run errands?"
"Yes." Yu Huan paused slightly.
His gaze swept across the middle of the road and landed on a black sedan parked in front of a shop.
The four people got out of the car and headed straight for the horizontal sign of "Shuntian Gaima Rice".
The corners of his mouth under his mask instantly turned up slightly, knowing that the little tyrant had chased after him to ask for his contact information.
Just as Xiao Bawang opened his mouth and uttered the words "can you or can't you?", he pointed to the shops across the street and deliberately changed the subject, saying, "Everyone's here. I have something urgent to do now. Let's talk later."
The words have not yet fallen.
Yu Huan quickly crossed the road without hesitation. As he turned to look at the oncoming vehicles to his left, he glanced at Xiao Bawang standing on the curb and saw him scratching his head, looking somewhat bewildered. He couldn't help but smile.
In fact, Yu Huan also wanted to use Xiao Bawang and his gang to delve deeper into the situation regarding the demolition and relocation, and to get a feel for the situation.
However, if he were to speak up first, he would incur a huge favor, since he is a resident whose property is being demolished and has a vested interest in the matter.
But then again, given how often Little Tyrant went to his house to look for him, he certainly wouldn't give up easily once he finally bumped into him.
Knowing he's in a shop across the street, they'll definitely follow him relentlessly.
Yu Huan, with his eight hundred cunning schemes, saw through this very clearly.
A real man never looks back at an explosion. Waiting for the oncoming vehicles to pass, Yu Huan continued walking and crossed the road.
He noticed a tall, thin man in a suit standing in front of the door, looking down at a folder in his hand.
A woman of medium build with a high ponytail next to him exchanged a few words with him, then put her phone to her ear.
Yu Huan noticed her phone vibrating in her pocket, but she didn't check it. Instead, she quickly walked over to the three men and one woman.
His gaze swept around, taking a brief look.
The other two men, one was carrying a camera and the other was carrying a small toolbox.
These people either had red ears or red noses from the cold, while the only woman had both.
As for the tall, thin man who prioritized style over warmth, his cheeks were flushed.
Clearly, these people had been out working in the cold wind and snow all morning.
Yu Huan quickly looked away and greeted everyone concisely and firmly: "Hello!"
A woman in her early thirties with a high ponytail listened intently to the sounds coming from her phone.
In that instant, she noticed that this tall young man not only walked with a brisk pace, but also with a melodious accompaniment—
"It's you~ It's you~ The youth behind me is all about you..."
She sniffed, then smiled and asked, "Are you Mr. Yu Huan?"
"It's me." Yu Huan calmly took out her phone from her pocket, lightly swiped her finger across the hang-up button, the music paused, and she continued, "You called me, right?"
The woman with the high ponytail nodded and put down her phone: "Yes."
Upon seeing the person in question, the tall, thin man quickly stepped aside from the doorway.
He closed the folder, smiled, and said, "Mr. Yu, we're here mainly to conduct a preliminary investigation in preparation for the subsequent formal evaluation."
The woman with the high ponytail scrutinized Yu Huan's spirited features. Although she couldn't see his face because of the mask, she could tell from his height and demeanor that he was definitely a handsome man.
She quickly chimed in, "Handsome, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come and help us with our work."
Yu Huan put his phone back in his pocket, then took out his keys from his pants pocket and said with a smile, "Then I will definitely cooperate actively with the demolition."
Upon hearing this, everyone smiled knowingly.
After speaking, Yu Huan gently pushed open a glass door, turned slightly to the side, raised her hand to indicate "please" to the inside, and let the assessors enter first.
The woman with the high ponytail followed the tall, thin man into the shop with light, graceful steps.
She said with a beaming smile, "We've been involved in quite a few demolition projects, and the demolition policy for the Xiangchun Road area this time is really good—"
The tall, thin man coughed abruptly, interrupting the woman with the high ponytail: "The compensation plan hasn't been finalized yet, what do you know! Don't talk nonsense!"
After saying that, he turned his head and waved the folder in his hand, then turned to Yu Huan and said, "Mr. Yu, would you please fill out a form?"
“Okay.” Yu Huan, who was standing by the door, nodded slightly, observing the woman with the high ponytail who kept her lips slightly closed and no longer made a sound, and found it amusing.
Clearly, these people should know something about the demolition and relocation policies.
He looked away and glanced across the street, where he saw Xiao Bawang and his two companions standing side by side, looking him over.
A faint smile crept onto Yu Huan's lips beneath her mask.
He entered the shop last, and with light steps, went to the main control switch and turned on all the lights in the shop.
One after another, the chandeliers shone brightly, illuminating every corner of the shop.
Yu Huan then sat down opposite the tall, thin man at a dining table.
The evaluator with the camera started taking pictures without saying a word, while the person carrying the toolbox took out some measuring tools.
These people move skillfully and efficiently, and they look very professional.
Yu Huan glanced at them briefly before accepting an A4 sheet of paper and a ballpoint pen from the tall, thin man.
He gently stroked the paper with his left hand and casually said, "Have you guys eaten? It's the middle of the day and you're still working hard. The weather is so bad today, you must be exhausted."
The tall, thin man waved his hand: "Hey! It's almost Chinese New Year, and we have a lot of tasks and time to spare, so there's nothing we can do about it."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan nodded, glancing briefly at the questionnaire.
There's nothing special about the personal information you need to fill in.
This includes information such as name, gender, ethnicity, occupation, political affiliation, and contact information.
The tall, thin man looked around the spacious room and said, "Mr. Yu, this place is rather special; four storefronts have been combined into one."
"It's special but not complicated. There's only one homeowner, and the property rights are very clear," the woman with the high ponytail standing by the table said with a smile.
Not only is he young and handsome, but he's also a recipient of land expropriation compensation!
"Right?" Yu Huan replied casually with a smile, her pen flying across the page as she quickly filled in his personal information and social background.
Next, he carefully filled out the information about the demolished houses, including ownership, location, and use.
Finally, when it came to the section on opinions and suggestions regarding the demolition, Yu Huan put down her pen and turned her gaze to the three members of the Little Tyrant group who were walking into the shop one by one.
After pondering for a moment, Yu Huan continued writing:
"We hope that the demolition compensation plan will fully consider the actual situation of the homeowners and be fair, just, and reasonable. At the same time, we also hope that the legitimate rights and interests of the homeowners will be protected during the demolition process to ensure the smooth progress of the demolition work."
Regarding his expectations for demolition compensation, he wrote only vaguely: 'I hope to receive reasonable financial compensation.'
(End of this chapter)