The rain is getting lighter.
Several old people walked into the hospital and first met Uncle Jiang, who was lying in a coma on the hospital bed.
His hospital bed was empty. Chen Jiaxian helped with the procedures, and his son was still on his way back.
As people get older, their emotions become more serious. Everyone put their fruit supplements on the bedside. Grandma Jin turned her back and rubbed her eyes.
In the corridor, she sighed: "I can't stand this. Lao Jiang has suffered."
Uncle Sun carried the tool bag for making copper and turned around to leave.
Grandma Jin asked from behind: "Old Sun, where are you going?"
Uncle Sun's voice was filled with anger: "Go find Zhuoxiu to settle the score!"
Grandma Jin had weak legs and feet and was so anxious that she swayed after him: "Old Sun, come back! How do you know that this is Wei Zhuoxiu!"
Uncle Sun said loudly: "Lao Jiang has always been in good health. How did he fall? Zhuoxiu demolished the side in a mess. There was a typhoon last night. Who knows if Lao Jiang tripped over the building materials! Zhuoxiu is a profiteer! I am very worried about this matter. Can’t figure it out!”
Grandma Jin was so anxious that she said from behind: "Old Sun, you are impulsive again! We are a society governed by the rule of law, and you must pay attention to evidence when doing things!"
Uncle Sun raised his voice and said, "Ah Jin! Now half of us are buried in the ground, abandoned by the times! Look, after twenty years of drinking the dehumidification tea, it's gone. I'm not dead yet! Neither is Old Zhou." Die! We are all still alive, so they treat us as dead!"
His face flushed, and every wrinkle showed sadness, "Even Zhuoxiu came over to talk about renovations - what a taken-for-granted attitude! They can repair whatever they want, our own home, our ideas don't matter? Just because we We are old, so no one listens to what we say?!”
In the last few words, Uncle Sun almost shouted: "Then what's the point of our lives? What else do we have?! Who cares about us!"
Grandma Jin hurriedly said: "Old Sun, don't be excited, don't be excited! Your blood pressure is high! Have you taken any antihypertensive medicine?"
Uncle Sun looked at Grandma Jin, turned around, and said word by word: "Uncle Jiang fell down in our Changlefang Xunfengli. Let's seek justice in Fengli and ask for it in Xunfengli. My old man doesn't have many good years to live. , I will risk my life! I must tell Zhuo Xiu clearly about this matter!"
He laughed self-deprecatingly: "Look at me, the old man is so forgetful. Where is there Xunfengli now? Only 'Changlefang Second Column Road' is left!"
After that, he strode away.
Grandma Jin couldn't catch up, so she spun around a few times in a hurry: "Rangtou! You have to believe in the party and the country! Chairman Mao bless you!"
She took out her phone and squinted her eyes to find the number of Zhou Ji Mingcha House in the address book: "Xiao Zhou, it's not good, let your father go to Xunfeng Street to have a look! That reckless old man Sun went to Zhuo Xiu to fight. !”
Boss Xiao Zhou was startled and quickly agreed. Grandma Jin quickly called Chen's father and mother Chen and asked them to call several neighbors to help.
Finally, Grandma Jin scrolled down the address book and found a name.
Guan Xi.
Grandma Jin took a deep breath, pressed the call button, and said clearly: "Miss Guan, hello, hello, I am Jin Yucheng, an aboriginal from Changlefang. This is how Grandma encountered a problem, and I need your solution. "
…
Uncle Sun's loud voice disturbed the tranquility of the entire street.
"Where's the old man from?" The contractor waved him away impatiently, "Go away, go away!"
Uncle Sun said loudly: "Is this your attitude towards solving problems? I ask you, where is the monitoring? I want to adjust the monitoring!"
The contractor said: "If you want to adjust the monitoring, go find the person in charge of monitoring. I'm only in charge of the construction. Why are you arguing with me?"
Uncle Sun asked: "Is this how you play football?"
The contractor had been pestered by Uncle Sun for a long time, and his patience ran out: "It's useless for you to ask me. Can I help you adjust the monitoring? I don't have the authority, and I don't know!" He is affiliated with Zhuoxiu's outsourcing company, and his actions are not restricted by Zhuoxiu. , seeing the bulging tool bag behind Uncle Sun and the sound of metal hitting inside, he immediately shouted: "What are you carrying? Do you still want to commit murder?"
Soon several workers rushed out and tried to snatch Uncle Sun's bag. Uncle Sun shouted loudly: "Zhuoxiu is beating someone! Zhuoxiu is beating someone -"
"Cover his mouth!"
A group of people immediately got into a fight. During the struggle, Uncle Sun's tool bag fell to the ground and the hammer rolled out. The contractor took two steps back and touched his head, confused.
"Call the police!" The contractor pointed at Uncle Sun and shouted sternly, "You are here to commit murder! Call the police now, don't run away! You--hey!!! Hurry and hold him!"
Uncle Sun was so angry that he fainted and fell to the ground.
Guan Xi ran to the scene out of breath. From a distance, he saw the contractor wiping his sweat and shouting: "Send to the hospital, send to the hospital - call the police! Call the police! Don't ask about the order! He is here to cause trouble!"
Guan Xi slowly stood still. It had happened—her mind was racing.
A group of neighbors were carrying sticks and confronting the workers angrily: "We heard everything! Tell me! Are you beating someone?"
The contractor pointed at the neighbors and cursed: "What are you making a fuss about? The police will be here soon! You are breaking the law! It is breaking the law!"
Chen's father shouted: "You Zhuoxiu bully people are justified!" He hit it with a stick, and dust suddenly flew up. The contractor also stared and picked up the wrench beside him: "Who are you threatening? I told you to call the police, deaf. ah?"
Zhou Bo first shouted: "Zhuoxiu, get out of Changlefang!"
The neighbors immediately became excited and excited:
"Profiteer Zhuo Xiu! Get out of Changlefang!"
"roll!"
Curses broke out from both sides. Zhou Ye, the demolition manager who had just arrived at the scene, felt his legs weaken and almost knelt on the ground, his head buzzing.
There was only one thought in his mind:
It’s over!
Renovation, demonstration street, finished!
…
"The main reason is that the outsourcer made inappropriate remarks. Even if he sues..." Zhou Ye opened his collar irritably, looked at Yu Ben's face carefully, and swallowed the second half of the unspoken words.
Yu Ben sneered again and again, looking at him with his hands crossed: "Outsourcing?" He repeated, "Who do you think will distinguish the outsourcing brand from Zhuoxiu's brand?"
Zhou Ye had nothing to say.
Yu Bi said again: "Is it time to divide responsibilities now? Now, it is the aboriginals who want to sue Zhuo Xiu!" He slammed a pile of reports on the table, "Let's talk about reform! Finally talk about revenge! The person was Sue! It’s really ridiculous! Will Zhuoxiu do it again in the future? Huh?”
