The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Lu Xiling didn't want to see the negotiation fail and cause trouble for the company, hoping to save it, so she stood up and shouted: "Uncle Zhao, let's discuss the matter of compensation..."

Uncle Zhao stopped in his tracks, looked back at Lu Xiling, and asked coldly, "Did Mr. Lu agree to our conditions?"

At this time, Uncle Zhao was not polite, he stopped calling "Little Lu Xiaolu", and replaced it with the cold "Mr. Lu", with a businesslike look.

Lu Xiling made quick calculations in his mind and said, "Uncle Zhao, if you give me a discount, I am willing to pay 5 yuan to the villagers."

Ye Zhibing smacked his tongue. Isn't Lu Xiling being pushed into a hurry? A pig is willing to pay 5 yuan in compensation?
Does Lu Xiling have an idea of ​​how many pigs can be bought with 5 yuan?
But when Uncle Zhao heard this, he snorted coldly, "Boss Lu, are you begging for food? I'm sorry, we can't talk anymore."

After speaking, Uncle Zhao turned around and walked away.

What else did Lu Xiling want to say, Ye Zhibing whispered in her ear: "Boss Lu, they are determined to ask for 100 million, no matter how much you bargain, they will not be satisfied."

"so what should I do now?"

Thinking that the villagers were going to Shengshi Group Company to make trouble and block the gate, Lu Xiling felt his scalp tingle.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, there must be a way before the car reaches the mountain. Let's go back first and discuss how to deal with it."

Lu Xiling couldn't accept the other party's asking price of 100 million, and he wanted to counter the price but the other party refused to accept it, which became a deadlock.

In desperation, Lu Xiling nodded: "Okay, let's go back first."

But the villagers of Dongzhao Village in the ancestral hall began to yell and curse, and the curse was very ugly.

A few excited villagers even wanted to stop Lu Xiling, Ye Zhibing and others.

Ye Zhibing became angry and yelled at these people: "You still want to take a bath in the ditch, don't you? Come on, I will help you."

The villagers saw that the young man who threw many of them into the ditch became angry, recalling the unpleasant memories of the morning, and they all backed away a few steps in fear, and made way for a passage.

"Go, let's go."

Ye Zhibing opened the way with his body in front, beckoning Lu Xiling and others to follow closely behind him and walk out of the ancestral hall.

When he was about to reach the door, someone shouted from behind: "The dignified president of Shengshi Group, one million is so stingy, is it because he has no strength to bully the villagers?"

This man's voice was so loud and full of confidence, which caused Ye Zhibing and others to look back curiously.

Ye Zhibing saw that the person shouting was about [-] years old, muscular, with a cropped cut, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing black sweatpants and a gray blouse, he looked like a strong man.

What's even more strange is that this person is wearing a pair of gleaming silver steel gloves, formed into a fist.

Ye Zhibing thought for a while, and an impression came to his mind.

He heard from the mustache driver that the Li family sent a man nicknamed "Iron Hand" to deal with him, Ye Zhibing.

Doesn't the image of the person in front of him fit the description of "Iron Hand"?
So Ye Zhibing decided that this person was the iron hand who colluded with Master Lan to cause trouble for Shengshi Group and him.

"Your Excellency, don't provoke right and wrong, are you an iron hand?"

Ye Zhibing said coldly.

Lu Xiling frowned, she wondered who this person was, how could Ye Zhibing recognize him, but she had no idea.

Tie Shou laughed a few times, "Ye Zhibing, you are very smart, you found out my identity so quickly. Yes, I am Tie Shou, and I will uphold justice for the villagers today."

He admitted it quite readily, and Ye Zhibing couldn't help but smiled generously and said, "Tieshou, I know what your purpose is, so please don't pretend to be fair."

Tie Shou didn't take Ye Zhibing's words seriously, and continued: "Ye Zhibing, why do you think I'm not upholding justice for the villagers? Your Shengshi Group is rich and powerful, and you bully a group of poor villagers with no background. Don't you allow me to shout for them? How many grievances?"

Ye Zhibing snorted, "Tie Shou, since you are so kind and want to speak for them, why don't we argue who is right?"

Tie Shou laughed and said, "Just argue, no one is afraid of you."

Seeing that Tie Shou was willing to debate, Ye Zhibing was also happy to take this opportunity to explain the truth to the villagers.

"Okay, let me ask you, Tie Shou, how much is a catty of pork now?"

"This……"

Tie Shou is a thug, a rich thug, he just fights for his master, he doesn't care about buying pork.

It can be said that it is the clothes that stretch out the hands and the food that opens the mouth, and there is no specific concept of prices.

He had no choice but to quibble: "Does the price of a catty of pork have anything to do with your bullying the villagers?"

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, thinking that this iron hand is really stupid, so he reluctantly spread the knowledge to him: "Of course it does matter. You go to the market to buy pork, and it costs fourteen or five yuan a catty."

Tie Shou was stunned for a moment, "So cheap?"

He received a lot of rewards, so he naturally felt that ten yuan was cheap.

Ye Zhibing smiled and said, "It's not cheap, Mr. Tie Shou. A live pig is sold to a pig dealer for only about seven yuan per catty, and the whole pig can be sold for less than 2000 yuan."

Tie Shou was caught by Ye Zhibing's words, "Less than two thousand?"

Ye Zhibing nodded, "Yes, if you don't believe me, ask the villagers next to you."

Tie Shou was really curious and asked an elderly villager nearby, "Is what he said true?"

When the villagers talked about the price of pigs, they all had a lot of bitterness, "Hey, don't talk about seven yuan, sometimes the black-hearted pig dealers don't want to give it six or five yuan. Xiang. My family raises two pigs, and they work hard all year round, but they can’t earn 3000 yuan. Hey, the compensation is labor and feed.”

The villagers who sympathized also complained about their hardships. It can be said that every family has hard-to-recite scriptures.

It's just that Zhao San, who was watching from the door, got a little anxious. These villagers really have no brains. Now it's time to ask Lu Xiling for money, and they keep saying that raising pigs is not profitable.

Pigs don't make money, so why ask Shengshi Group for 100 million?

All the pigs in the village were sold, and they were far from earning 100 million yuan.

I really hate that iron can't make steel, Zhao San is quite anxious.

So Zhao San hurriedly reported to Uncle Zhao, who had not gone far, to discuss countermeasures.

There is no need for Ye Zhibing to talk about the debate here in the ancestral hall. The villagers almost completely refuted the reason why they asked Shengshi Group for 100 million.

Lu Xiling listened, and couldn't help but turn to look at Ye Zhibing with an approving smile.

Assistant Ye still has some brains.

Director Sun smiled when he heard that, and whispered to Lu Xiling, "Mr. Lu, look at how simple the villagers are."

Still simple, Lu Xiling disapproved of this conclusion, but still gave Director Sun face, "Well, it's very simple."