The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

When Uncle Zhao heard Zhao San say that Master Lan supported him, his confidence became stronger and his momentum became even higher.

Facing Lu Xiling who was walking towards him, Uncle Zhao said arrogantly: "You are Mr. Lu, right?"

Lu Xiling smiled modestly and said, "Uncle Zhao, I don't dare to be that. My name is Lu Xiling. You can call me Xiao Lu."

She had heard from Ye Zhibing who pointed out to her who Uncle Zhao was, who was the talker in this village.

Uncle Zhao stopped being polite, and called out "Xiao Lu Xiao Lu", "Xiao Lu, let's talk in the ancestral hall."

Lu Xiling followed suit, "Okay, Uncle Zhao."

So a crowd of people rushed into the ancestral hall, Uncle Zhao and Lu Xiling sat down at opposite ends of a table inside.

The people of the village surrounded Uncle Zhao, and Ye Zhibing and others stood behind Lu Xiling.

There are so many people in the village, it seems that Lu Xiling's momentum is overwhelmed.

But Lu Xiling has a good mentality and Ye Zhibing is very confident, so there are fewer people, and you won't lose if you lose.

After everyone was seated, Uncle Zhao and Lu Xiling looked at each other a few times.

Uncle Zhao marveled at Lu Xiling's youthful beauty, and thought that Lu Xiling might not have enough experience, so he could blackmail him severely.

Lu Xiling, on the other hand, felt that Uncle Zhao was too mature and difficult to deal with, so he was thinking about how to speak.

In the end, it was Uncle Zhao who said yes first, with a very strong tone, "Xiao Lu, your company's car hit and killed our village mascot. You should give our villagers an explanation?"

About the mascot, Lu Xiling was introduced by Ye Zhibing, and she despised this strange talk, but she still said softly: "Uncle Zhao, you are right, our company's cars have caused property damage in your village. Compensate your village."

She skipped the term "mascot" and drew her own bottom line, that is, she can discuss the matter as it stands, don't talk about metaphysics, and go arguing about the "mascot".

Uncle Zhao understood what Lu Xiling meant, but he still made a fuss about the mascot, otherwise, if he charged too much, he wouldn't be able to justify himself.

"Xiao Lu, you know that you are wrong, and you have a very good attitude. How about this, we don't ask too much. If our village's mascot is gone, you can pay us 100 million to appease the emotions of the villagers. Let's forget about it. .”

Seeing that Uncle Zhao spoke calmly, Lu Xiling wanted to curse in his heart.

A pig is a golden pig, so you have to pay 100 million?

"Uncle Zhao, you..."

Uncle Zhao snorted, "Xiao Lu, do you think we are demanding?"

"no……"

"Little Lu, you need to know the importance of the mascot to the villagers of our village. So many villagers are devastated by the loss of this mascot in the village. Can money make up for it?"

"Uncle Zhao..." Lu Xiling was left speechless by Uncle Zhao's nonsense.

Uncle Zhao sighed, and said leisurely: "Xiao Lu, although money cannot make up for the trauma of our villagers, giving them some money is also a kind of comfort. Xiao Lu, do you think I am right? "

Uncle Zhao said everything, so Lu Xiling nodded, "Uncle Zhao, you are right."

Uncle Zhao thought he had persuaded Lu Xiling, the dignified president of Shengshi Group, and said with some pride: "Since you also think what I said is reasonable, then our requirements are not high?"

"Uncle Zhao..." Lu Xiling obviously disagreed with Uncle Zhao's condition, but he didn't want to reject him in person, for fear of losing his face.

In a word, it's hard to be a good person.

Uncle Zhao snorted coldly, "Little Lu, what do you mean? Since you think what I said makes sense, then simply say, 100 million, if you agree, you agree, if you disagree, you don't agree, just be more straightforward, okay? Such a big president, hmph."

Lu Xiling argued: "Uncle Zhao, what you said is very reasonable. The village has indeed suffered losses. As the responsible party, we are obliged to compensate the village for the losses. But in the end, we only lost a pig, and we are willing to make compensations as appropriate... ..."

Snapped!
Uncle Zhao slammed the table, "Little Lu, what do you mean, the mascot of our village is just a pig in your mouth? It seems that you still don't understand the meaning of this mascot to our villagers."

The villagers next to him immediately chimed in.

"What do you mean by Shengshi Group? Such an important mascot has become a pig in your mouth?"

"Is Shengshi Group trying to bully others?"

"If we don't accept it, if we don't pay 100 million, then give us back the mascot."

……

With so many people talking together, Lu Xiling couldn't argue.

Uncle Zhao allowed the villagers to use their tongues to exert pressure, which made Lu Xi inspired by the villagers' hatred and hatred, and thus aroused fear.

After the villagers' discussion became quieter, Uncle Zhao said again: "Little Lu, have you seen the grief of the villagers? This cannot be compensated by money, but as the patriarch, I cannot look at the villagers and you. The hatred of the Shengshi Group is growing day by day, and the matter still needs to be resolved, right?"

Lu Xiling said helplessly: "Uncle Zhao, you are right."

Uncle Zhao stretched out his fingers and knocked on the table a few times, and said slowly: "In order to avoid unnecessary situations, let me be fair. As for you, you agreed to our conditions, and I will be responsible for appeasing the villagers. Emotions, otherwise, if they become impulsive, your company may have a hard time."

These words were both a temptation and a threat, just to make Lu Xiling submit.

But Lu Xiling would never accept such absurd request of paying 100 million yuan for a pig, but the villagers were very emotional and it was difficult to reason with them.

Seeing that Lu Xiling hesitated to speak, Uncle Zhao thought she was afraid, so he continued to put pressure on him: "Xiao Lu, the atmosphere in our village is very aggressive. I'm not talking big. People in the village fight outside almost every day. I advise everyone to fight." I can't persuade you, hey..."

"Uncle Zhao..."

Lu Xiling also wanted to ask Uncle Zhao to reason with him, but it seemed that Uncle Zhao was not a person who wanted to reason with him, so it was very embarrassing.

Seeing that Lu Xiling, a weak woman, still refused to agree after playing so many tricks, Uncle Zhao felt upset, and said with a sneer, "Little Lu, you see that the villagers are very excited. If you don't agree, I can't persuade them." Yes, at your own peril."

Seeing that Lu Xiling was passive, Ye Zhibing helped him and said, "Uncle Zhao, are you threatening our President Lu?"

When Uncle Zhao saw that the speaker was the ruthless person he had seen in the morning, he was a little scared.

But when he thought that Master Lu also supported him, he became courageous again.

"Young man, I'm just reasoning with you Mr. Lu. Mr. Lu is here, do you have your share?"

Ye Zhibing sneered and said, "Uncle Zhao, maybe you've forgotten my identity? I'm the assistant to the president, so of course I can help President Lu speak."

Uncle Zhao looked at Lu Xiling, "Is that so?"

Lu Xiling sighed, originally wanted to have a good talk, but did not expect this to be the result.

But Ye Zhibing is one of his own, he stood up to speak for himself, for his own benefit, so he nodded and said: "Yes, Assistant Ye can speak on my behalf."

Uncle Zhao slapped the table, "President Lu doesn't agree to our terms, then we have nothing to talk about. Let's leave."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Zhao stood up and wanted to leave. A negotiation was about to break up unhappy.