Chapter 3911: A Promising Future

Ju Long said impatiently to the young widow, "District Mayor Liu is here today, and President Zhang is here too. If you have any requirements, just put them forward directly. Don't be so long-winded!"

Zhang Hui smiled slightly and said to Gao Ying, "Sister, what are your requirements? Just put them forward. As long as it's within our acceptable range, we will agree to it. For such a large project, we don't want to keep haggling over this one house!"

Zhao Desan said gently to Gao Ying, "Sister, if you have any thoughts, just put them forward. Don't worry about anything."

The young widow looked up and glanced at Zhao Desan gloomily. Zhao Desan gave her a hint with his eyes, meaning to tell her to say what he had instructed. The young widow stammered, "I don't have any excessive requirements. It's just the compensation. 100,000 yuan is too little. Building the house cost almost 200,000 yuan back then."

Zhang Hui asked her, "Sister, does that mean if we give you 200,000 yuan, you will agree to let us demolish your house?"

Although Zhao Desan had instructed Gao Ying in advance to ask for as much as possible, she was still afraid that if the other party didn't agree, her future life would definitely not be easy. After all, Zhao Desan was a big leader in the district and couldn't guard her house every day to back her up. If they were pushed too far and Zhao Desan wasn't there one day, and they forcibly demolished it, she, a weak woman, would have no way to stop them. After thinking it over, Gao Ying took a step back and said in a low voice, "180,000... 180,000 is fine. After all, I've lived in this house for two years..."

Damn! Hearing the price the young widow proposed, Zhao Desan was a bit speechless. He frowned and looked at her with dissatisfaction, but in front of Zhang Hui and Ju Long, he couldn't say anything. He could only complain in his heart: Damn it! She really can't be taught! I was counting on getting you a bigger sum! Zhao Desan sighed helplessly in his heart, looked up at Zhang Hui's eyes, and waited for her reaction.

Regarding the compensation amount Gao Ying proposed, Zhang Hui didn't express her stance immediately but smiled with some disdain, "180,000, is it?" As she spoke, she shifted her gaze to the two-story building in front of her and sized it up.

Before Zhang Hui could express her stance, the young master of Hexi Second Construction pointed at the two-story building in front of them and said with dissatisfaction, "You want 200,000 for this broken house? Look, there's nothing in the house, and you want 180,000? In my opinion, 100,000 is already a bit much!"

Seeing Ju Long's arrogant attitude, Zhao Desan sneered and said to Ju Long, "Brother, if there were furniture in the house, I'm afraid it wouldn't be this price! If you ask me, 180,000 is already a bit low! The house cost 200,000 two years ago. Two years ago, a catty of pork was only 10 yuan. Now? It's 15 yuan a catty. Prices are constantly soaring. President Zhang is in real estate; housing prices have also risen a lot in the past two years, right? President Zhang, don't you agree?"

Zhang Hui could see that Zhao Desan was on the young widow's side and was wholeheartedly speaking for her. She knew that if she hesitated on this number again, the price might not be the same in a while. After thinking it over, she made a final decision, "Alright, then 180,000. Once the agreement is signed, we will demolish the house. Everyone is busy, so don't waste time on this issue. Just follow what the sister said. The agreement is already prepared. Sister, take a look, and if there's no problem, sign it, and we will demolish the house." As she spoke, Zhang Hui had the man standing to the side take out the pre-prepared agreement from his leather bag and put it on the table.

Zhao Desan picked up the agreement, looked at it, and seeing no problems, handed it to Gao Ying. He nodded to her, signaled, and said, "Sister, take a look, and if there's no problem, just sign it."

Gao Ying took the demolition compensation agreement from Zhao Desan's hand and read it carefully. Because Zhao Desan had checked it in advance, she didn't see any problems, so she picked up a pen and signed and pressed her fingerprint on it with a trembling hand. The negotiation was successfully concluded.

Zhang Hui had the man standing to the side go to the car and bring back 180,000 yuan in cash, which she handed to Gao Ying in person, saying, "This is 180,000. The agreement has been signed. We will start demolishing the house this afternoon. If you have any furniture or anything like that, hurry up and move it out."

At noon, Ju Long, the young master of Hexi Second Construction, played the host and set up a table at the Dongfeng Hotel in the district to treat Zhao Desan and Zhang Hui to a meal. During the meal, this arrogant guy was very good at acting. He toasted Zhao Desan three times and apologized for what happened yesterday afternoon, his face full of obsequious smiles, "District Mayor Liu, I'm really sorry about yesterday. Little brother didn't know you were the Deputy District Mayor of our Chanba District. If there was any offense, I hope District Mayor Liu will be magnanimous and forgive me!"

Zhao Desan was also a man of temperament. On such an occasion, he naturally couldn't keep holding onto a small pigtail, so he drank a few glasses of wine with Ju Long, showing an attitude of being magnanimous, which made Ju Long very impressed with his character and ability. After three rounds of drinks and five courses of food, they chatted about yesterday's conflict. Ju Long, flushed with drink and looking completely impressed, said to Zhao Desan, "District Mayor Liu, I really couldn't tell. Not only are you young and promising, but your skills aren't bad either! So many of us couldn't hurt you even a single hair. It really makes little brother impressed."

Speaking of yesterday's conflict, Zhao Desan laughed and said, "President Ju is too flattering. It's not that I'm powerful; it's just that my brother is powerful."

Ju Long said, "District Mayor Liu is talking about that big black guy, right? That kid really has extraordinary skills. How is his body like it's made of iron? Forty or fifty of us couldn't get close to him. It's too terrifying!" Thinking of the scene of yesterday's conflict, Ju Long's mind conjured up Biaozi's fierce and powerful hands and feet. With his own strength, he beat their fifty-plus people into a rout. Just thinking about it felt a bit terrifying; it was simply god-like!

Zhao Desan smiled triumphantly and said, "My brother came out of the Songshan Martial Arts Academy. That's not something an ordinary person can compare to. He hadn't even used his full strength yesterday. If he were really angered, his strikes would be even heavier!"

Ju Long laughed, hurriedly poured another glass of wine, toasted him, and flattered him, "District Mayor Liu, come, this glass of wine is for your brother Biaozi. You drink it for him, okay?"

Zhao Desan didn't refuse. He laughed, picked up the wine glass, symbolically clinked it with Ju Long, and then tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp.

At this time, Zhang Hui spoke. She looked at Zhao Desan with those seductive eyes, a seductive smile on the corner of her mouth, and said, "District Mayor Liu and I can be considered old friends. We had dealings back in Yuyang. District Mayor Liu is young and promising, which makes me very impressed. Being such a big leader in the district at such a young age, you will definitely have a promising future."

Zhao Desan laughed and said modestly, "President Zhang is too flattering. People like us are just eating the country's food, busy to death all day long, with just that little bit of fixed salary. How can we compare to the comfortable lives of big bosses like you?"

Zhang Hui smiled slightly, then shifted the topic to today's business. She said, "District Mayor Liu, the matter of demolishing the private house has been resolved today. In order for the groundbreaking ceremony of the Tourism City to be held smoothly, let President Ju send people to demolish that house this afternoon. What do you think?"

Zhao Desan smiled and said, "It definitely cannot affect the big picture. Demolish it if you want. This is President Ju's business."

Ju Long immediately smiled and expressed his stance, "Alright, I'll send people to demolish it this afternoon. It's just a house, nothing interesting. However, that widow surnamed Gao is quite interesting." As he spoke, this guy giggled at Zhao Desan and Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui said bluntly, "President Ju, don't tell me you've taken a fancy to that widow?"

Ju Long giggled and said, "It's not that I've taken a fancy to her, it's just that I think that widow is quite pretty. Look at that figure, that face. To tell you the truth, it's on par with you, President Zhang."

"How can she compare to President Zhang? President Zhang's status, position, and temperament—she can't compare at all." Zhao Desan took Ju Long's words and took the opportunity to flatter Zhang Hui. Although he had always been in opposition to the Lin family, at the dinner table, Zhao Desan didn't want to make the atmosphere so cold, especially with Zhang Hui, this seductive young widow. If he built a good relationship, he could relive the old days when needed and feel that wave of ecstasy she had in bed.

Ju Long followed Zhao Desan's words and also smiled, "Yes, yes, she definitely can't compare to President Zhang."

The meal lasted for a full two hours, and the three of them drank two bottles of Moutai Feitian. But the three of them had a high tolerance for alcohol, and when it ended, no one was drunk. Only Zhang Hui's face had a faint blush, making her look even more seductive. Looking at her back as she walked, her little butt swaying, wrapped in those snow-white tight pants, round and taut, giving a feeling that it was about to burst out, Zhao Desan felt dizzy and his heart was extremely itchy. Under the influence of the alcohol, he even had the urge to go up and give it a pat.

After the three of them came out of the hotel, Zhang Hui arranged for the contractor Ju Long to take people to demolish Gao Ying's house. Zhao Desan knew that once the house of the rural young widow who made his heart beat so fast was demolished today, it would be very difficult to see her again after she left, because she would definitely move away, and as for where she would go, he didn't know. So Zhao Desan also wanted to see her again, and thus drove to the young widow's house with Zhang Hui and Ju Long.

Getting out of the car, Zhao Desan saw Gao Ying's son, Niuniu, standing in front of the house. There was a wooden table at the door, and a quilt was neatly placed on the wooden table. Next to it on the ground was a paint-peeling enamel plastic basin. It looked like they were already moving things out of the house. Immediately after, Zhao Desan saw Gao Ying walk out of the house holding another quilt and stack it on the small square table. Seeing three cars stop in front of her house, one of which was Zhao Desan's, the young widow walked up. A warm smile appeared on her naturally sad and aloof face. She greeted the three, and then hurriedly moved a small wooden table from in front of the door, brought a kettle of boiling water, poured a cup of tea for each of the three, and said, "I don't have anything in my house, I'll be done moving in a while. Can you give me a little more time?" ===== CHAPTER 3912 =====