Chapter 70

Facing such a reaction, the two government officials kept saying "yes, yes, yes" while continuing to distribute leaflets. "Compensation of 20,000 per square meter, this price is already very high."

However, this sentence angered everyone instead. Wu Yuanming roared: "Don't say 20,000, even if it's 2 million per square meter, we won't agree, drive them out."

Instantly, the old and young of Miao Street went into battle, and bricks and tiles flew towards those officials. Ma Yuanfeng and others who were watching the battle in Zhongcaotang had different expressions.

Hu Zhiping teased Zheng Zemin: "Old brother, your son-in-law Zhang Yuru is determined to win."

Zheng Zemin responded with a forced smile: "I will handle it well."

In the end, the officials of the City Lord Mansion were expelled, and the residents of Miao Street spontaneously set up roadblocks and hung up signs saying "Miao Street will never be demolished".

This scene shocked Yuzao Huimei and Zhang Yuru, who originally thought that high compensation would be enough to persuade the residents.

It turned out that Huimei planned to build a shrine in Miao Street to worship the God of Medicine, which was a Feng Shui decision that she and Zhenyoumei firmly believed in.

Now that the plan was blocked, Huimei said coldly: "Go back and find out who is making trouble behind the scenes."

At the same time, Zhang Yuru was worried that the cooperation would fail, so she hurriedly contacted Jiang Yicheng, only to find that he was being severely scolded by his father-in-law Zheng Zemin, demanding that Miao Street must not be demolished no matter what.

Can Miao Street be demolished casually? Isn't this a joke?"

Ma Yuanfeng shook his head helplessly when he heard this, and said with full confusion: "I don't understand either! Maybe Old Jiang doesn't know yet..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ma Yueshang, "No matter whether he knows or not, you can't say it directly. Tell him, Miao Street cannot be moved."

Not long after, in the mayor's office in Huacheng, Jiang Yicheng was severely criticized by Zheng Zemin, lowering his head and not daring to make a sound.

But he was muttering in his heart: Isn't it just a Miao Street? Why is father-in-law so excited, and even won't let it be demolished?

However, as the lord of a city, Jiang Yicheng has his own plans. The renovation project of Miao Street is a great opportunity for him. If successful, his official career will go to the next level.

Just thinking about it, the phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was Ma Yuanfeng calling, Jiang Yicheng showed a proud smile.

"Old Ma, the news spreads really fast, don't congratulate me, and don't be jealous of me, this is all destined. You didn't go to the auction yesterday, but they chose to settle in our Huacheng."

In fact, Jiang Yicheng was not unwilling to attend the auction, but because the investment promotion failed, he was scolded by his superiors all day.

Who would have thought that overnight, the Zhang Group and Hanfang Pharmaceutical reached an agreement and quickly launched two large real estate projects, which finally gave Jiang Yicheng a chance to be proud.

Hanfang Pharmaceutical promised to invest 5 billion in five years to build an industrial park, and the only condition was the land of Miao Street.

So, Jiang Yicheng took immediate action, completed all procedures overnight, and started demolition work in the morning.

He thought that for the old residents of Miao Street, this was undoubtedly good news, especially since the compensation plan given by Hanfang was quite attractive.

Unexpectedly, his father-in-law called to strongly oppose it, demanding that he stop the demolition immediately.

Although he didn't understand why his father-in-law obstructed it, Jiang Yicheng was determined, thinking that this was a major event for the benefit of Huacheng and should not be interfered with by anyone.

After listening to Jiang Yicheng's words, Ma Yuanfeng sighed in his heart and said coldly: "Don't be too proud. My dad asked me to ask you, is your brain flooded, dare to touch Miao Street."

Jiang Yicheng was speechless for a while, not understanding why his father-in-law said so: "Ma Yuanfeng, are you jealous of me? Using your dad to suppress me? Tell you, I have decided to demolish Miao Street."

Facing Ma Yuanfeng's dissatisfaction, Jiang Yicheng became more determined in his decision.

In Huacheng, the demolition of Miao Street has become a thorny problem.

Ma Yuanfeng frowned, lowered his voice and warned: "I don't have time to joke with you. I strongly suggest that you immediately stop any demolition plan for Miao Street, otherwise once something goes wrong, no one can protect you!"

However, Jiang Yicheng smiled disapprovingly, "Just kidding, what can happen in an old place like Miao Street?"

This made Ma Yuanfeng so angry that he simply handed the phone to his father Ma Yueshang, "Dad, you talk to him!"

A few minutes later, in the City Lord Mansion, Jiang Yicheng was completely stunned.

Elder Ma sternly warned him not to hit Miao Street's idea. At this time, Jiang Yicheng was full of confusion, not understanding what was special about Miao Street and why it could not be moved.

Just as he was confused, his phone rang. Seeing the number, Jiang Yicheng's face instantly turned pale.

The caller ID was the Prefect of the province, Zhou Yuanli. He hurriedly answered the phone and greeted respectfully.

A stern voice came from the other end of the phone: "Who gave you the courage to demolish Miao Street? Is your brain flooded?"

This was almost exactly the same as what Ma Yuanfeng said.

What made Jiang Yicheng even more confused was that the next sentence of the Prefect made him feel dizzy:

"Elder Yan just called me personally to ask about the demolition of Miao Street, and asked me to ask you, do you think it is inappropriate to be the Prefect in Huacheng? If not, we can change you to another place."

Hearing this, Jiang Yicheng almost knelt on the ground, completely unable to understand why demolishing a dilapidated Miao Street would lead to such serious consequences.

Then, the Prefect said mercilessly: "This time you really poked a hornet's nest. You can not listen to my words, but you will receive countless similar calls."

After speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving Jiang Yicheng alone to face a chaotic situation.

At this moment, Jiang Yicheng's mobile phone, office phone, and the phone on the adjacent desk rang at the same time, and all calls were asking about the demolition of Miao Street.

Cold sweat rolled down Jiang Yicheng's forehead, and he desperately thought about what kind of big figures lived in Miao Street.

Just when he was deeply confused, even his private mobile phone number that he had never disclosed rang.

Seeing this number, Jiang Yicheng felt numb all over, and answered the phone with great fear: "I am Huacheng Prefect Jiang Yicheng..."

When the demolition of Miao Street was making a lot of noise, Lin Yu was completely unaware.

He was in a secret room under Zhongcaotang, focusing on an ancient and mysterious pill refining technique.

Lin Yu regulated his body functions through meditation, allowing his hands to increase in temperature so that he could refine the medicinal materials in the pill furnace.

This is not an easy task, because he needs to precisely control the temperature and treat the pill furnace as a part of his body to achieve the ideal high-temperature state.

At this moment, the Ru porcelain pill furnace was filled with smoke, precious medicinal materials were slowly dissolving, the inside of the pill furnace was red like a soldering iron, while the outside was still cool, and even hung with water droplets.

This was the first time in ten years that Lin Yu tried to refine pills, and the process was extremely difficult.

His body surface was gradually covered with a layer of black-brown sweat, emitting an unpleasant smell. These were the impurities accumulated in his body for many years without cultivation.

This pill refining not only made him obtain precious pills, but also brought about a huge personal transformation.