Song Ye has made the fishery business so large that it's hard not to envy him.
Although he only has two large fishing boats, which are nothing in the eyes of some large fishing companies, in the small fishing village, they are like a giant.
Song Ye didn't pay attention to the various comments and envious looks from the villagers.
He took Song Weiguo and others back to the shore, and then asked Liu Laosan, who had been waiting here, to unload the cargo.
Liu Laosan's face showed an expectant smile, and he asked eagerly: "Brother Song Ye, how was the harvest from this trip to sea?"
Song Ye smiled slightly and said: "There are two big ships full, some of which you will be busy with."
Hearing this, Liu Laosan's face was filled with smiles, and his wrinkles turned into flowers.
More fish and shrimp means more income, which is a great joy for him.
After a brief conversation, Song Ye handed over the affairs on the shore to Song Weiguo, Deng Hong, Liu Laosan and others.
He himself carried a few tuna and walked towards his home.
Home! For Song Ye, it is always a place where he can put down all pretense and relieve all fatigue.
As soon as he entered the house, he felt a warmth wrapping around him.
Without any extra words, Song Ye walked straight into the room, fell on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
After a day of fishing outside and barely sleeping, he was exhausted.
However, the good times did not last long. At two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Ye, who was supposed to be in a deep sleep, was awakened by the noise outside the door.
"Song Ye, Song Weiguo, get out of here and occupy my family's homestead. Don't you give us an explanation?"
This is the voice of an old man, full of vicissitudes of life and domineering.
Song Ye rubbed his sleepy eyes, wondering what happened.
The new house being built next door is entirely the Song Ye family's homestead.
He never took anyone else's place.
He Wanru hurriedly ran in from outside the house and looked at Song Ye who had already sat up from the bed: "Oh no, husband, Zhang Fugui from our village has come to cause trouble. He forced the workers who were building houses to Stopped working, please go out and solve the problem."
"What happened?" Song Ye asked.
"I'm not particularly clear." He Wanru said: "As soon as Zhang Fugui rushed here, he asked all the workers to stop working. He also sat on the wall of my new house. My father and eldest brother haven't come back yet. , I don’t know what to do.”
"It's really ridiculous." Song Ye said coldly: "Zhang Fugui is obviously here to make trouble. He has delayed my family's work and the process of building a house. I wonder how he will give me an explanation."
Song Yejia can now be said to be the absolute overlord of the small fishing village.
Of course, Song Ye would not go around bullying others like Zhang Dahai's cousin.
But if someone dares to bully him, he will never tolerate it.
"I'll go out and take a look."
After Song Ye put on his clothes and shoes, he walked out of the bedroom.
He Wanru followed him, preparing to go out and have a look, and would not shrink back.
After a while, Song Ye and He Wanru came to the new house under construction on the homestead next door.
They have seen Zhang Fugui, who is estimated to be 68 years old this year, sitting on the wall that is being built.
As for some workers building houses, their faces were full of helplessness and they didn't know how to deal with it, with wry smiles on their faces.
If Zhang Fugui didn't go away and made unreasonable troubles here, they would have no way to continue the construction.
Seeing this scene, Song Ye looked at Zhang Fugui and said: "Zhang Fugui, you are not young anymore. When I see you, I even call you Uncle Zhang. My home is at least three hundred miles away from yours." Mi Yuan, why does my homestead belong to you?"
Zhang Fugui looked at Song Ye and said, "Song Ye, a small piece of your land obviously belongs to our family. You have to compensate us. Otherwise, you can't continue to work here."
"What a joke. Just because I respect you as an elder doesn't mean I let you make unreasonable troubles here."
Song Ye said: "What evidence do you have to prove that a piece of land here belongs to your family? Do you need me to call the relevant departments?"
"Song Ye, don't threaten me." Zhang Fugui relied on his old age and said with a ferocious face: "If something happens to me here, you can't bear the responsibility at all."
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. If there is a piece of land here that belongs to you, you have to show evidence, otherwise get out of here."
Song Ye would not spoil the other party just because he was an old man.
This kind of unreasonable behavior is intolerable.
If there is a piece of land here that really belongs to Zhang Fugui's family, then when the construction of his house starts, he should come here to cause trouble, instead of waiting until his house is almost half-finished, and then come here to make trouble. It's obviously intentional.
Zhang Fugui said reluctantly: "This land was passed down from my ancestors. It's that simple. This is the evidence."
Song Ye really wanted to laugh, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said: "You should be sent by Zhang Dahai, right? You are Zhang Dahai's second uncle, let's be honest, how much money did you charge him, and you came here to make trouble and delay me The process of building a house.”
Zhang Fugui seemed to have been exposed, with a clear look on his face.
Some construction workers standing on the wall, as well as people attracted by Zhang Fugui to watch, suddenly realized what had happened.
Everyone present basically knew that Zhang Dahai didn't like Song Ye, and he had made trouble with Song Ye behind his back more than once.
And Zhang Fugui is Zhang Dahai's second uncle, and he can't produce any evidence of real estate. Thinking about it this way, it is obvious that the other party was sent by Zhang Dahai. Apart from this, no other reason can be thought of.
"How could Zhang Fugui go so far? He's already so old, and he still collaborated with Zhang Dahai to do such a thing."
"I saw a saying on TV yesterday that it's not old people who become bad, but bad people who get old. It seems to make sense."
"Song Ye's family never bothered Zhang Dahai, and the two parties didn't even have any communication. I really don't understand why Zhang Dahai pestered Song Ye. Is it because Song Ye's family is now in the fishery industry?" It has developed very well and is it one of the richest families in the village?"
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Some kind-hearted villagers began to condemn Zhang Fugui, feeling that his actions were so inhumane.
If the land where Song Ye built his house really belonged to his family, he should have directly produced the evidence instead of playing rogue here.
Otherwise, even if it were them, they would want to go up and beat up Zhang Fugui.
