President, please give me a hug

The young man glared at his father angrily, stepped forward and pushed him unconvinced, Jun Yichen was caught in the middle and immediately stopped them, "Have you had enough arguing? I am here today to solve the matter, not to let the matter continue Stalemate."

"Anyway, we will never agree." The middle-aged man snorted coldly. This is the village where they have lived for several generations. There are many memories here that cannot be erased, and they will be sold as soon as they are sold.

"Damn you..." the old man.

"Shut up." Jun Yichen didn't wait for the young man to finish speaking, his cold eyes swept across his face, he could only swallow the rest of the words, and moved his position slightly.

Jun Yichen has the hostility of a king, getting too close will only hurt himself.

"Send two representatives to talk to me, and announce the final decision here at the same time three days later." Jun Yichen didn't want this matter to drag on for too long, and three days was already the maximum tolerance limit for him.All reasonable and unreasonable conditions, he must go all out to come up with a plan that satisfies everyone within these three days.

The gathered villagers heard this and began to discuss in private.They also hoped that someone with status would be able to resolve this matter. Since Jun Yichen said three days, they would wait three days.

But within three days, the village will be closed, and only entry is allowed, no exit is allowed.

Jun Yichen didn't have any objections, and he didn't want to delay for a moment, so he asked Uncle Qi to take him for a walk around the village.He was very curious why this backward small fishing village would give up the chance to get compensation and stick to it.

In the blue sea, the white clouds float in the air like cotton candy.Along the golden beach, there are several broken wooden boats parked, and several children are chasing and frolicking beside the wooden boats.

The sea breeze was blowing from the dark side, with a faint smell of sea water. This quiet breath made him unknowingly let go of all his defenses.

This is the power of nature, using the most primitive and effective method to heal all the pain in people's hearts.

Some things cannot be seen with the eyes, because what the eyes see may not be true.

Uncle Qi told Jun Yichen about the origin of Yuanhai Village. They are simple fishermen who make a living by fishing. Every day, traders come to their village to buy fresh seafood.

Although the income is not much, it is enough to feed their children to study. They don't have too many demands, they just want a stable life without noise.

No hustle and bustle?Jun Yichen read these three words once in his mouth. Indeed, there are too many disturbances in the city, which makes people become greedy and forget their original self.Soak yourself in the big dye vat, thinking that you are happy, that you are great.

I remember that I once met this famous lady, she said so, I hate those people who have a sour smell the most, I think people who have that strange smell must be poor.

Everyone relies on their own hands and sweat to get what they deserve, which is not shameful.

It's just that the land is originally used for development, without development and transformation, the people's economy in this area will just stay where it is.

"Young Master, Young Master, are you listening?" Uncle Qi said as he walked, but when he turned around, he found that Jun Yichen had stopped at some point, with his hands behind his back, watching quietly. looking at the sea.

Walking back to Jun Yichen's side, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him a few times before he nodded slightly.

If it weren't for this incident, everyone should be fishing at sea now, looking at the blue sea, it is hard to hide the sadness in our hearts.

For this negotiation, he didn't have much confidence, but he could only try his best to fight for it.

"Well, I just thought of something." Jun Yichen continued to walk forward, his little thoughts were thinking about someone, wondering how she was doing?

Seventh Uncle's son had grown impatient for a long time. These people stopped and stopped like snails. He first walked to the pavilion where he was resting on the bank, and waited with his legs crossed.