Chapter: 1094
Most of the people staying in the village are middle-aged and elderly people. Everyone is not interested in gossip entertainment news. Therefore, they are not very clear about the Yucheng Lu family and the nine children of Lu family.
Those young people who had been to Yucheng to work, did not even recognize Lu Ziqian who was wearing ordinary clothes.
After all, who would have thought that the son of the president of Yucheng Lu's Group would appear in the village in this way.
Lu Ziqian blinked, and he could see that the village chief was moved.
"There are no people, I came up with it myself, but, grandpa village chief, if you really want to bring the villagers to get rich, I can help you contact you for investment." Lu Ziqian said confidently.
"You? You're just a kid? Don't be funny!" Ye Yongjun obviously didn't believe him, with a look of disdain.
Lu Ziqian made sense of him, but looked at the village chief: "Grandpa village chief, I can do what I said. But you still have to uphold justice first, and solve the matter in front of you!"
After speaking, he walked directly to the coffin and bowed solemnly three times: "Although I don't recognize you, but I disturbed you today, I'm really sorry, I hope you go well all the way."
Then, he walked to the village chief: "Uncle village chief, you and the big guy both make a proof today, two thousand yuan compensation, I will definitely give it with both hands tonight."
Finally, he stared at Ye Yongjun: "Let Uncle Luo punch you, and I will give you four thousand yuan tonight."
Ye Yongjun still had a look of disdain, he didn't believe that this ordinary-dressed kid in front of him would take out four thousand yuan at once. It can also invest in the village.
Because Ziqian's clothes were soaked in water for a long time yesterday, and they were dirty and wet.
Therefore, Luo Guangqi went to the neighbor's house and borrowed him a set of children's clothes.
Zi Qian is now wearing a set of ordinary rural children's clothes.
"It's you, a little kid, who's fooling you! If you can take out four thousand yuan at once, I will kowtow to you today and apologize!" Ye Yongjun pointed to Lu Ziqian and yelled.
Lu Ziqian looked at him coldly, with a tick at the corner of his mouth: "Are you serious?"
Ye Yongjun patted his chest: "Of course it is true?"
The village chief hurried over to persuade: "Yongjun, don't be serious with a child. Funeral is important. Today is your day for Juanzi to settle down in peace. It is important to do business first."
Ye Yongjun pushed the village chief away: "What should I do? Six uncles have already delayed their optimistic time. If our family Junuo is not at the time of Juanzi's burial, he will not be admitted to university in the future, and will not be able to marry a good family. Who are you? Responsible."
Ju Nuo is Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter. His reasons for this are far-fetched, very unreasonable.
Uncle Liu is in his sixties this year, and he is a person in Luozhaigou who can see yin and yang and understand feng shui. If anyone has a happy event, they all like to see Uncle Liu for a good time.
Rural people are superstitious, thinking that they can be lucky and seek safety.
However, as soon as Ye Yongjun finished speaking, the sixth uncle walked out: "Yongjun, although I missed that hour just now, four in the afternoon is also a good time, and it is also suitable for your Juanzi to be buried."
Ye Yongjun ignored the sixth uncle and kept staring at Lu Ziqian.
Although Lu Ziqian was young, he could tell at a glance that in Ye Yongjun's eyes, there was only himself, and his wife and children were just excuses for him to ask for money.
He suddenly felt sympathy for Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter.
"Give me your bank card number. Give me your cell phone, and I will call people to make you money immediately." Lu Ziqian looked at him contemptuously.
Ye Yongjun froze for a moment: "Oh, do you really think you are the young master of a certain consortium?"
But despite saying that, he still took out his mobile phone: "My WeChat ID is the mobile phone number. You can ask someone to transfer four thousand yuan to my WeChat!"
"Then you let Uncle Luo punch you first!" As he said, he looked back at Luo Guangqi and motioned to him to seek justice for himself. JrNovels.com
Those young people who had been to Yucheng to work, did not even recognize Lu Ziqian who was wearing ordinary clothes.
After all, who would have thought that the son of the president of Yucheng Lu's Group would appear in the village in this way.
Lu Ziqian blinked, and he could see that the village chief was moved.
"There are no people, I came up with it myself, but, grandpa village chief, if you really want to bring the villagers to get rich, I can help you contact you for investment." Lu Ziqian said confidently.
"You? You're just a kid? Don't be funny!" Ye Yongjun obviously didn't believe him, with a look of disdain.
Lu Ziqian made sense of him, but looked at the village chief: "Grandpa village chief, I can do what I said. But you still have to uphold justice first, and solve the matter in front of you!"
After speaking, he walked directly to the coffin and bowed solemnly three times: "Although I don't recognize you, but I disturbed you today, I'm really sorry, I hope you go well all the way."
Then, he walked to the village chief: "Uncle village chief, you and the big guy both make a proof today, two thousand yuan compensation, I will definitely give it with both hands tonight."
Finally, he stared at Ye Yongjun: "Let Uncle Luo punch you, and I will give you four thousand yuan tonight."
Ye Yongjun still had a look of disdain, he didn't believe that this ordinary-dressed kid in front of him would take out four thousand yuan at once. It can also invest in the village.
Because Ziqian's clothes were soaked in water for a long time yesterday, and they were dirty and wet.
Therefore, Luo Guangqi went to the neighbor's house and borrowed him a set of children's clothes.
Zi Qian is now wearing a set of ordinary rural children's clothes.
"It's you, a little kid, who's fooling you! If you can take out four thousand yuan at once, I will kowtow to you today and apologize!" Ye Yongjun pointed to Lu Ziqian and yelled.
Lu Ziqian looked at him coldly, with a tick at the corner of his mouth: "Are you serious?"
Ye Yongjun patted his chest: "Of course it is true?"
The village chief hurried over to persuade: "Yongjun, don't be serious with a child. Funeral is important. Today is your day for Juanzi to settle down in peace. It is important to do business first."
Ye Yongjun pushed the village chief away: "What should I do? Six uncles have already delayed their optimistic time. If our family Junuo is not at the time of Juanzi's burial, he will not be admitted to university in the future, and will not be able to marry a good family. Who are you? Responsible."
Ju Nuo is Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter. His reasons for this are far-fetched, very unreasonable.
Uncle Liu is in his sixties this year, and he is a person in Luozhaigou who can see yin and yang and understand feng shui. If anyone has a happy event, they all like to see Uncle Liu for a good time.
Rural people are superstitious, thinking that they can be lucky and seek safety.
However, as soon as Ye Yongjun finished speaking, the sixth uncle walked out: "Yongjun, although I missed that hour just now, four in the afternoon is also a good time, and it is also suitable for your Juanzi to be buried."
Ye Yongjun ignored the sixth uncle and kept staring at Lu Ziqian.
Although Lu Ziqian was young, he could tell at a glance that in Ye Yongjun's eyes, there was only himself, and his wife and children were just excuses for him to ask for money.
He suddenly felt sympathy for Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter.
"Give me your bank card number. Give me your cell phone, and I will call people to make you money immediately." Lu Ziqian looked at him contemptuously.
Ye Yongjun froze for a moment: "Oh, do you really think you are the young master of a certain consortium?"
But despite saying that, he still took out his mobile phone: "My WeChat ID is the mobile phone number. You can ask someone to transfer four thousand yuan to my WeChat!"
"Then you let Uncle Luo punch you first!" As he said, he looked back at Luo Guangqi and motioned to him to seek justice for himself. JrNovels.com
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