The boss of the demolition company was a character who had a foot in both camps, black and white, and who had connections reaching to the heavens. So you say the compensation is that much, but will you demolish or not? You won't, huh? Then they'd pick on the weak.
Once someone gave in, with the first there would be a second, and everything would naturally fall into place.
Shen Wenlong hid behind others, watching the demolition company's menacing approach, and swallowed hard, feeling some trepidation.
"This, why don't we just agree to them?"
"Wenlong, you're not drunk, are you? With the land we have here, a compensation of 5000 per square meter without including a house in square footage, we absolutely cannot agree."
His wife, who was also Shen Jiayi's mother—Wang Qingyun—scolded him with disappointment, her eyebrows inverted, and her complexion ashen.
