289: Chapter 87: Might Not Be On The Same Channel 289: Chapter 87: Might Not Be On The Same Channel “Did you go out to buy these meals?”
Mu Yuming could tell at a glance that it was definitely not the standard fare from the police canteen.
“Haven’t I told you?
This place is filled with my buddies, coming here is just like coming home!”
The moment Wang Yunxiao sat down, he began to boast without a trace of embarrassment.
“You see those cops strutting around, but they’re actually all newbies, just transferred here less than two months ago, they don’t know anything.
Especially that Captain Gao, don’t be fooled by his serious face, he’s actually just bluffing.
I’ve lived here longer than he has been working here, so when a real problem comes up, he still has to ask me for advice!”
Mu Yuming laughed and said, “So Brother Wang, you’ve got quite the background, huh?”
“Background is a bit much!”
Wang Yunxiao waved his hands and said, “It’s mainly because Tianmen City is a place with all walks of life, a real mixed bag.
You could encounter anything here…
Like this incident, Uncle Mu, have you ever dealt with someone who plays like this?”
“That’s true.”
Mu Yuming nodded and said, “I still don’t understand what’s going on.
Officer Gao seems pretty confused too.
Since you say so, you must know the inside story, right?”
“I can’t speak about the specifics of the inside story, but I definitely know more about the ins and outs than Gao Shan.
Let’s talk while we eat.”
Wang Yunxiao picked up his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Li Mumu, “Student Li, does the food suit your taste?
If you don’t want to eat this, I can get you some fruits and pastries later?”
“No need to be so polite, Classmate Wang, this is very nice.”
Li Mumu picked up her bowl and smiled sweetly; having food to eat in the station was already a blessing.
You have no idea how hard the days were for us at Edo Port.
Mu Yuming watched the changes in Li Mumu’s expression and pondered thoughtfully.
I was just kidding, you don’t really mean it, do you?
“Here, Uncle, chopsticks for you!”
Wang Yunxiao said with a smile, “I heard from Li Mumu that she’s going to study at Qinghe Middle School later this year.
She should be in the same grade as me then?
Round it up, and you’re also my elder, so just call me Yuanxiao.”
Mu Yuming looked at him with a more piercing gaze.
How did I become your elder?
What are you really thinking in your heart?
Rich people are really damn difficult to serve…
Wang Yunxiao saw that both of them weren’t eating and thought they might find the food too simple, which left him feeling a bit uneasy.
The ancients said that money is hard to earn, and poor food is hard to eat; that’s really true.
I’m personally serving you a meal, which is a huge fortune.
What more could you want, a bike?
Then he saw Li Mumu take a bite of the food deliberately, chewed it carefully twice, and then smiled at him, “Mmm!
It really does taste good!”
I’m starving to death!
But I can’t eat too fast.
My dad is now a genuine big boss, and my image is becoming increasingly solid.
I definitely can’t leave the impression of being a glutton.
Since when did you two get along so well?
“Didn’t your dad teach you not to take food or drinks from strangers?
Have you forgotten that?”
Mu Yuming coughed once, subtly dragging Wang Yunxiao’s gaze away from his family’s cabbage and asked, “Yuanxiao, you just mentioned that you understand the ins and outs of this matter?”
“It’s mainly about the demolition issue,”
Wang Yunxiao said offhand.
This was a hypothesis he had inferred based on the information he had collected thus far; there was no actual evidence.
But this wasn’t a courtroom, and idle chitchat required no actual proof.
“Demolition?”
“Yes, they’re planning to build a new school here, so they have to demolish all the old residential buildings, right?
Ever since the neighbors heard about the demolition, they’ve been asking around, trying to find out how much compensation they could get.”
Demolition always requires compensation.
This isn’t the future era when land prices soar and housing prices skyrocket.
In this era, neither the compensation for demolition nor the cost of buying or constructing new homes would be as exorbitant as the astronomical figures running into the tens or hundreds of millions that would appear in later times.
But the payment would still be substantial.
The area around Qinghe Middle School was originally an old district left over from the Former Dynasty.
The local residents’ standard of living wasn’t great; it was just passable.
As long as they were offered enough relocation money, most were perfectly willing to move.
“The family holding the funeral…
actually, it wasn’t really a funeral.
Li Fugui’s old mother has been dead for three years.
He’s a religious believer, in the Great Luo Sect, no respectable person, just a swindling charlatan.
Hearing about the planned demolition, he got some ideas.”
While he ate, Wang Yunxiao recounted his speculations to Mu Yuming.
“The compensation for one household might not be much, but for the entire block, the total amount is not small.
You’re in the real estate business, responsible only for construction.
Could you possibly handle the demolition work personally, negotiating with each household one by one?”
Some are willing to move, some are not.
There are many reasons for not wanting to relocate, such as wanting more money, being attached to one’s native place, or various other reasons.
Real estate developers contract for the entire project, certainly lacking the time and energy to deal with these troublesome issues household by household.
That requires a department or organization with the capability and persuasive power to execute the task.
This doesn’t need to be spelled out; adults understand the implications.
The Mu family can afford to disregard money, but there are plenty of people who want to make this money.
According to Jianghu World rules, this area belongs to Wang Yunxiao’s turf.
Anyone who wants to make money from it must get his approval, and this is still under the assumption that he doesn’t have the time to handle it himself.
If he decides to take the money, anyone else who tries to get involved would be stepping out of bounds.
But if everyone abided by the rules of Jianghu, there would be no such thing as grudges and conflicts in the Jianghu World.
There are always those unwilling to play by the rules, those who become blinded by greed, and will stop at nothing to get what they want.
“The incident in Li Fugui’s family was actually targeted at me.
Living in that alley is a young widow, struggling to get by with her daughter.
You know, there’s always gossip in front of a widow’s house.
They must have heard some rumor about the widow having some connection with me, so they took the opportunity to beat her as a pretext to draw me out.”
Wang Yunxiao hadn’t wanted to talk about Cui Xiaoying, but Li Mumu had been following him and seen everything.
Hiding the matter would only lead to misunderstandings.
“Another young widow?”
Mu Yuming silently glanced at Li Mumu.
“There must be a wise person guiding them from behind.
It’s a strategy to kill two birds with one stone.
First, take the chance to get rid of me and then, under the pretext of constructing an altar, naturally take over the area.”
Unaware of the depth in Mu Yuming’s eyes, Wang Yunxiao earnestly continued, “In fact, they’re not sure whether you have strong backing, so they’ve prepared for both scenarios.
If you’re an easy target, then they’d use the excuse that the altar can’t be easily demolished to extort a large sum of money from you.
If you’re tough to handle, they’d step back and negotiate with you, aiming to get the job that should have been mine.”