The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Song Nan only felt that Zhang He looked down on others, but he didn't know that his eloquence was not bad, so he blushed when he said that an uncle who was a generation older than him.

Neighbors were talking loudly, and Liu Bingcai sat on the other side of the bench where Uncle Zhang was standing, smoking a cigarette without making a sound, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

Song Nan didn't know what was going on, and he didn't dare to speak out easily for fear of saying something wrong, so he walked towards Uncle Zhang from the crowd and asked about the injury on his foot, Uncle Zhang waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Cui Guohua was probably dumbfounded by what a child said, and after he realized it, he felt a bit uneasy on his face. After taking a step back, he pointed at Uncle Zhang with a smile on his face, "Why, are you bullying me now that I don't have a son?"

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding discussion became louder. A neighbor pulled Cui Guohua, saying something like "If you have something to say, don't do it", but his face looked like he was watching the show.

Song Nan frowned and glanced at the man's face. It was the man who lived in the house obliquely in front of Liu Bingcai. Last time he thought Fengyue and the others were smugglers who came to collect tobacco, and he asked Song Nan to help introduce him.

"Speak well? Do you think he looks like he wants to talk well?" Cui Guohua pointed at Zhang He, "What? Are you trying to beat me up?" After speaking, he turned to Liu Bingcai and Zhang Shuncai, "You two families took my son Not only was he killed, but now he is working together to bully others, relying on his own son to be lawless, right? If my son Pengfei is still alive, he will be as old as him, right? He can watch his father being beaten The head kid is pointing at his head and being arrogant?"

Zhang He tightened his fist hanging by his side, and opened his mouth to say something, but Zhang Shun, who hadn't opened his mouth all this time, suddenly shouted at him, "Go back, is there a place for your child to interrupt what adults are talking about?"

Zhang He collapsed, glared fiercely at Cui Guohua and stepped back, but he didn't intend to go back.

But what Cui Guohua said just now shocked Song Nan. Didn't Liu Bingcai say that Cui Guohua's son accidentally drowned in the reservoir?How did Zhang He and Liu Hao get killed?

"Old Cui," Liu Bingcai, who had been silent all this time, also opened his mouth. He extinguished the cigarette in his hand on the bench, and slapped the ashes on the ground with his hand. "Just tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to seek justice." Cui Guohua said angrily.

"Fair? What's fair?" Liu Bingcai opened his bloodshot eyes, "Your son has been dead for five years. Five years ago, when Liu Hao was still alive, he confronted him face to face. He couldn't be saved because of leg cramps..."

"Is it because I couldn't save it or didn't want to save it?" Cui Guohua snorted coldly, and looked at Zhang He who was beside him, "I should know it in my heart."

"Old Cui, you can't talk nonsense." Zhang Shun said with a frown, "We made it clear about that matter five years ago. It has nothing to do with my son or Lao Liu's kid. It was an accident. It was an accident, our two families also gave your family a lot of condolence money at that time, isn't it unreasonable for you to talk about it now?"

"You still have the nerve to offer the condolence money? You obviously took the money out of guilt at that time. Our family was immersed in the grief of losing our child at that time, so how could we think about it."

"What's the point of talking about those old things now?" Liu Bingcai shook his hands and lit a cigarette again. "Let's talk about the outsourcing of the reservoir. You just say that you came here to make a fuss. How much do you want?"

This was right on point, Cui Guohua didn't mention the previous thing again, and stretched out five fingers, "I want to take [-]%."

"Fifty percent?" Zhang Shun just snorted and looked over, "What my son just said is right. You have already withdrawn your shares and even moved your household registration. You still want fifty percent? I co-authored with Lao Liu. You made all your achievements because of the face of working with us for many years before, are you still talking about it?"

"These five achievements should be owed to our Cui family by your two families." Cui Guohua said, "If you don't want to, then don't even think about implementing the outsourcing of the reservoir. My household registration has been moved, but my relatives and friends are still old. It’s piled up here, but I heard that you have a big boss who wants to do big development, so I can do it.”

As soon as these words came out, several people standing behind Mr. Song also said, "This matter is originally unreasonable between your two families. You two owe your life to Lao Cui, and the reservoir outsourced so much money. , [-]% worth a human life is justified.”

As soon as this person said this, the neighbors who were watching or persuading the fight began to discuss again.

Song Nan was agitated by a group of people, but such a quarrel would definitely not lead to results, not to mention that Cui Guohua had obviously come prepared, regardless of whether the three of them had grievances or grievances, Song Nan could What is certain is that Cui Guohua came back this time to extort a sum of money.

"You're fighting like this before you get the money?" Song Nan took out his phone and looked at the time. It's probably too late to go back and take the bus to the city, so he found out Huang Diwen's phone number and sent an exclamation point past.

"Who are you?" Cui Guohua looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, "My lord, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm just passing by. Let's take a look at the excitement." Song Nan put away his phone, turned to Uncle Zhang with an indifferent face, and asked, "I heard that the contract for the reservoir contract was signed just now, right? Then the boss will call you." Have you paid?"

Uncle Zhang looked at Song Nan suspiciously, and shook his head silently, "Not yet."

"Thinking about splitting the money before you get it?" Song Nan laughed, "The boss may change his mind at any time. You must know that the reservoir has killed people one, two, and three times. Who would dare to give out the wallet?"

Liu Bingcai got anxious when he heard Song Nan's words, and stood up from the bench, "What do you mean by that? President Feng said that?"

Song Nan blinked at him, "Some things don't need to be said clearly, but the meaning is pretty much the same."

"The contract has been signed, so you can't go back on it!" Liu Bingcai probably didn't understand the meaning in his eyes just now, and said a little excitedly, "You have been busy with him these days, help us inquire about it? "

Song Nan cursed a pig's head secretly in his heart, but he didn't smile on his face, "Let's talk about it," he said, helping Uncle Zhang on the chair, "Uncle, I'm riding a battery car, let me take you back, your legs need to be Just ask a doctor to bandage it, don’t get infected in this hot day.”

Zhang He hurriedly followed to the other side to help people together, and the onlookers tactfully moved out of the way, but Cui Guohua stepped forward and grabbed Song Nan's arm, "What did you mean by that just now? Don't wrap it?"

"It's not up to me whether to wrap it or not," Song Nan shook off his hand, "You'd better make the matter bigger, the possibility of not wrapping it is even greater."

"Didn't you say you signed the contract?" A crowd of onlookers said, "Going back on it is equivalent to breaching the contract, won't you lose money?"

"Do you think they can't afford to pay even this small amount of money?" Song Nan laughed twice, "Besides, the work hasn't been moved, and if you regret the project and quit the project, can you still go to the company to make trouble?"

The onlookers stopped talking immediately, Song Nan supported Uncle Zhang and walked two steps, when he passed Cui Guohua, Uncle Zhang stopped and said to him, "That investor lives in this kid's house, you heard what he just said Now, Lao Liu and I may not be able to get the money, where did you get it for you?"

After all, no matter what Cui Guohua's reaction was, he left without looking back.

Song Nan helped him get on the battery car, and started the car with the key. Uncle Zhang threw the key of his own car to Zhang He, "You can follow behind."

The road has not been repaired for a long time, and there are some big potholes on the road. In addition, the sky has changed since noon. It is so dark now that it will rain, but Song Nan dare not ride like he did when he came here. Hurry up, the injury on Uncle Zhang's leg looks a little scary, he is afraid that it will be bad for him.

"Boss Feng really said that the project will not be carried out?" Uncle Zhang asked Song Nan after riding for a certain distance.

"No..." Song Nan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, turned the tap and turned a corner, "I made it up."

"You..." Uncle Zhang was startled, and sighed helplessly, "Thanks to you."

"If I didn't make up this nonsense, that Cui Guohua would definitely not let you go so easily," Song Nan said, "Your leg injury is not serious, it looks scary, you have to ask the doctor to disinfect it and apply medicine." .”

"You still have a way, unlike my Zhang He," Uncle Zhang sighed again, "When things happen, you will only be impulsive."

Speaking of Zhang He, Song Nan remembered the part where Cui Guohua pointed at him and scolded him. He frowned and asked, "Uncle Zhang, what does Cui Guohua mean? Didn't his son die unexpectedly?"

After Song Nan asked this question, he obviously felt that the body behind his back was stiff, and he didn't hear Uncle Zhang's voice for a long time. Song Nan knew that this matter should not be too simple, but he didn't continue I asked, until the small battery drove all the way to the community clinic on the street, and Song Nan helped Zhang He and helped Uncle Zhang bandage his leg and returned home, Uncle Zhang opened his mouth slowly.

"So, did Cui Pengfei really suffer from leg cramps at that time?" Song Nan took the water glass handed over by Aunt Zhang, thanked him and asked after taking a sip.

Uncle Zhang turned his face to Zhang He who was sitting and playing with his mobile phone. Seeing that he didn't answer, he kicked him with his uninjured foot. Zhang He frowned and gave a muffled hum.

"I can't be rescued..." Song Nan remembered what Cui Guohua said before, and asked a lot, "Or... can't be saved?"

Zhang He's fingertips swiping the phone paused, and said in a muffled voice, "They are all teenagers. The water is so deep, how could they be saved?"

"Cui Guohua just watched the reservoir get rich, so he made trouble for no reason," Aunt Zhang said indignantly. The Liu family and the Liu family also gave a lot of money, not to mention that it has nothing to do with our two families."

"Okay," Uncle Zhang interrupted impatiently, "It's been so many years, and I'm still talking about it."

Aunt Zhang wanted to say a few more words, but was stared at by Uncle Zhang and simply got up and went out. Song Nan originally wanted to ask a few more questions about Cui Pengfei, but Uncle Zhang and Zhang He obviously didn't want to mention it. He didn't want to ask any more questions, so he went home after sitting for a while.

When I came out of Uncle Zhang’s house, it was raining outside. The soybeans were much bigger than Huang Diwen’s description. It was estimated to be as big as three soybeans, and it hurt to hit my face.

Song Nan was too lazy to open an umbrella, put his phone in his pocket and ran home.

The courtyard door at home was wide open, and Song Nan was startled. He subconsciously thought that Liu Hao had come to look for him again. Then he thought, Liu Hao always passed through the door when he entered his house, so there was no need to open the door. It just came to fruition again.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Huang Diwen sitting at the table, propping his head in one hand and holding a pen in the other, looking like he was in meditation. Song Nan knew that he didn't know it again without asking.

[The author has something to say]: Continue around 09:30 in the evening, the relationship line may be after the drowning incident in Heishuiwan, don’t worry