The Era of Hard Work

The mobile phone couldn't get through. According to the address mentioned in the call last night, Lu Dong drove to Gaoguan Town, found the guest house where Ma Ming stayed, and turned into a large courtyard. A van was parked in the yard, and the guest house was posted on the rear window. name and phone number.

I got out of the car and asked the boss for a few words, and found two students from the Department of Archeology of the Provincial University staying in the guest house, one of whom was a girl.

Hearing that Ma Ming's friend came, Song Na also took out the student ID card of the Physical Education College, and Ma Ming said this before leaving, the two students believed in Lu Dong and his party.

After Lu Dong and Lu Jianren made a few indirect remarks, the two inexperienced students vented their old secrets.

This time we were investigating a folk temple building in Mengshan. Unexpectedly, after we came here, the temple had already been destroyed by some local people. They have a man named Liu Wanwan who has built hundreds of acres of land on the side of the mountain. , to build a new Xingsheng Temple, to engage in private tourism development, to dismantle the old temple on the mountain, and pull it back into the temple he built for facade.

It was the girl who spoke. Compared with the silent and introverted classmates, the girl is more outgoing and cheerful.

The instructor led us to carry out the rescue. While they were transporting a tower, they rescued a few pieces of silverware. The task of the two of us is to look at things here and wait for the people from the local cultural relics department to take over.

Inexperienced in society, the girl frequently looked at the suitcases in the room when she was talking, for fear that others would hide the rescued cultural relics in the suitcases.

Xingsheng Temple? Lu Dong remembered the name.

Song Na answered, Is that where you got off the car yesterday to ask for directions?

Lu Dong nodded slightly: Yes.

At that time, someone reminded me that the temple is a fake temple, and the monks are fake monks. Do not go to this so-called man-made black spot, otherwise you may be slaughtered.

I still remember that a group of people were moving a small pagoda to Xingsheng Temple.

Lu Dong suddenly had a bad association and asked, Where did Ma Ming and your mentor go? Did they go to Xingsheng Temple?

Yes. The girl said without any hesitation: The tutor, Ma Ming, and another senior brother went to Xingsheng Temple after lunch. The boss of Xingsheng Temple destroyed many cultural relics, and even put some Moving to the scenic spot he personally contracted to build, the instructor was worried that they would be damaged again, so he went over to have a look and urged them to hand in the cultural relics...

Lu Jianren murmured: Everyone has moved to their own homes, so it's strange that they can hand in the documents.

When Lu Dong heard this, he wanted something bad: They just went there? Didn't they call the police? Didn't they call the relevant local authorities?

Isn't this an era of advanced information more than ten years later, where local snakes can just listen to what you, an expert, say? It's not so easy to let Sidihu spit out the meat it eats.

Don't say anything else, just talk about Uncle Qi next to him. If Uncle Qi catches some animal to eat, and a wildlife expert goes to Lujia Village to talk to Uncle Qi about releasing animals or something similar, Uncle Qi will at least say that he will spray him. Foaming on his face, he dared to whip someone with a big ear scraper when he was bored.

Listen to the girl's name again, Liu Wanwan!

This name can explain too many problems. In the remote and remote villages of Mengshan, the people with a net worth of millions these days, can they be ordinary people?

The girl didn't seem to think there was any major problem: We reported to the police, but no one cared about it. The instructor went to the town government to find someone, and they told us to wait for the letter. How can we wait for things like destroying cultural relics? The instructor hurried over ...

Song Na pinched her forehead, even she felt that something was wrong.

To put it badly, he might be an acquaintance with that millionaire.

Accustomed to Lu Dong's series of operations in the university town, Song Na knew very well that the law needs people to implement it, and people are extremely variable.

Not everyone can be like Lu Dong, who can keep both the legal line and the moral line in his heart.

Lu Dong said to Lu Jianren: It's easy to suffer losses if you just go through it like this.

Lu Jianren nodded: Don't let someone tie you up...

The girl heard it too, and couldn't laugh or cry: Our tutor is a well-known expert in history, folklore and archaeology throughout the country, and enjoys the State Council allowance!

Lu Jianren ignored the girl's words: This is not our youth photo.

Lu Dong naturally understood the meaning of these words: Ma Ming!

Lu Jianren asked, Is Ma Ming your Uncle Ma's son?

Yes. Others Lu Dong can ignore it, but Ma Ming can't.

Lu Jianren sighed: Your Uncle Ma has shown great kindness to our village. We can't ignore it. I heard from my third uncle that our village has the current situation, and your Uncle Ma has helped us a lot.

Lu Dong looked at Song Na. He and Seventh Uncle were from Lu's Village, but Song Na was not: You and Song Shu are waiting here. Seventh Uncle and I will go there.

Lao Song was so dizzy from drinking that he was dozing off while sitting on a chair.

Song Na really didn't want Lu Dong to go, he was out of town, according to the girl just now, if something really happened, it would be so bad every day.

But she had just met Ma Yuanchao not long ago, and she knew that he took great care of Lu Dong and Lujiacun. With Lu Dong's character, it was impossible not to go.

Song Na knew that she was a woman and didn't know how to drive, so it would be a burden if she went there, she said: Okay, be careful in everything, if you can avoid conflicts with others, don't conflict with others.

Lu Dong nodded slightly: I know. Without looking at the two students, he greeted Lu Jianren: Seventh Uncle, let's go.

While walking outside, Lu Dong took out his mobile phone and dialed Yu Zhanlong's number.

The Ma Ming people have already passed away. What I saw and heard yesterday, as well as what the girl said, made Lu Dong dare not wait any longer. I have come here myself, and I have to go and see everything as soon as possible. What if Ma Ming and the others meet criminals?

In such a remote place, there is a high probability that the other party will not care whose son you are, or they will not believe it at all.

Comparing their hearts to each other, Uncle Ma and Uncle Yu really have nothing to say to him, and to Lujiacun.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the benefactor of Lu Family Village.

No one answered the phone at Yu Zhanlong's side. Lu Dong and Lu Jianren got into the car. Lu Jianren drove out of the compound. Lu Dong sat in the co-pilot and continued to call Yu Zhanlong.

There was still no one answering the phone. Lu Dong thought for a while and dialed Secretary Zhang's phone by mistake.

When it was picked up over there, Lu Dong immediately said: Brother Zhang, it's me, Lu Dong, I'm in a hurry...

He roughly said it, and Secretary Zhang immediately said: The leader is receiving foreign guests, so I will go upstairs and find a way to notify the leader.

Lu Dong had never thought of being a lone hero in a foolish way. He and Qi Shu rushed over without any backup. If something happened, even a mountain eagle couldn't stop the crowd.

Uncle Qi, hurry up! Lu Dong was worried that something might happen to Ma Ming.

The town is not far from Xingsheng Temple, and before leaving the town, Yu Zhanlong called, but it was his assistant who said that Yu Zhanlong was receiving foreign guests with the city leaders.

Lu Dong understood, probably Uncle Yu and Uncle Ma are together.

Santana was flying like lightning, and it took five or six minutes to arrive at the intersection that we passed yesterday. Lv Dong looked over from a distance and could see many people surrounded by the courtyard surrounded by floral railings in front of Xingsheng Temple.

It's a little far away, so I can't see where Ma Ming is.

The car turned on an uphill road and stopped at the gate of the iron railing. The distance was very close. As soon as Lu Dong got out of the car, he heard a mess of voices in dialect.

Yesterday they took a few things and ran away, hand them over!

This is our thing, why do you take it away!

Brother Liu, send a message, tie them up, and see if they pay!

These outlanders, come to steal the good things from our mountain, break your legs first!

Things are not going well.

Lu Dong didn't go there in a hurry, there were so many people, he couldn't go there to deliver food, at least he had to be prepared.

There was no one around, and Lu Jianren didn't turn off the engine. He put on the handbrake, got out of the car, opened the trunk, and slung the bag he brought on his back. Lu Dong also carried a bag on his back, opened Song Na's bag, and took it out. Wolf spray.

The two hurried inside.

Everyone went to the front of the temple, the gate was open and no one was there.

In front of the brand-new Xingsheng Temple, there is a small square paved with blue stones. In the center of the small square is the small stone pagoda that Lu Dong saw yesterday. Ma Ming is standing in front of the stone pagoda, with two people beside him.

One is a man with thick eyes, about the same age as Ma Ming.

The other was a short old man, because he had stayed in the university town for more than a year, and Lu Dong knew that he was an academic professor at a glance.

There were nearly 20 people around, and Lu Dong watched carefully, maybe there were a lot of people, and none of these people had weapons in their hands.

Taking advantage of people's attention on Ma Ming and Professor, Lu Dong and Lu Jianren quietly approached the crowd like unrelated spectators.

The leader of this group was about thirty years old, wearing a suit and leather shoes, he looked like a big boss, surrounded by four or five people.

Lu Dong guessed that this might be the so-called Liu Wanwan.

Brother Liu, don't talk nonsense to them! Someone next to Liu Wanwan yelled, Give them some color! Let them down! They'll be honest!

The old professor was very angry, touched the stone tower and said loudly: You people are lawless, wanton, and destroy cultural relics. This is the property of the country...

Liu Wanwan didn't like to hear it anymore: I said you old man, are you being reasonable? The Xingsheng Temple on the mountain was dilapidated and no one cared about it. I paid my own money to build a new Xingsheng Temple here. Good thing! The stone pagoda originally belonged to Xingsheng Temple, and it was moved here to return it to its original owner! You people, return the things you took from Xingsheng Temple, let’s forget about today’s matter...

The old professor couldn't refute this nonsense for a while.

Seeing that these people were unmoved, Liu Wanwan didn't bother to chatter, and said to the subordinates next to him, Take two and save one to get something to replace.

He specially warned: It's worth doing it, don't beat people to death!

Not to kill? Ma Ming knew that something was wrong, so he lowered his voice: Teacher...

Before he could say this, he suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: Brothers, come on!

It seemed that someone was in a hurry, separated the surrounding people, and rushed in to make a move.

Among them, the older one rushed to Ma Ming's side in a big stride, took out a paper bag from his pocket at the same time, and threw it towards Liu Wanwan.

It happened so suddenly that before the people around could react, the dust fell on Liu Wanwan and the others. The pungent smell made even Ma Ming cough.

Another young one pulled Ma Ming's arm: Let's go!

Ma Ming saw the person's appearance clearly and knew it was his own.

The man pulled Ma Ming and rushed out. Someone realized that this was not theirs and wanted to stop him.

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A mist sprayed out from the man's other hand, and the two people who stopped them screamed, covered their faces and knelt down in pain.

At the critical moment, Ma Ming did not forget the teacher, and grabbed the teacher and ran out with the others.