"These holdout households have been dragging things out for several years. If it weren't for the project being delayed for so long without any progress, we would have persuaded them to leave long ago. Now, they've become even more stubborn and just can't change their minds!" The village head let out a long complaint with a worried face.
"You know exactly why they've become like this," the village Party secretary butted in, "If it weren't for that former director embezzling their relocation compensation, they'd be living in apartment buildings by now!"
"That's right, that's right." The others echoed.
"I really don't have a clue now. What do you think, Young Master Bo?"
The village head tossed the problem over, but there was no response for a long time. All they saw was Bo Jingyu with a solemn and gloomy face, his thin lips tightly pursed.
"Young Master Bo?"
He looked up blankly. "What's up?"
"I'm asking how we should handle this matter. Please give us an idea so that we can all come up with a suitable solution."
"No room for negotiation," Bo Jingyu quickly signed his name on the contract, "Just go straight there with the excavators and tear down their houses."
"Ah?" The village Party secretary stared at him in disbelief.
He thought he'd get a more reasonable conclusion, but he didn't expect such a simple and brutal decision without any hesitation.
"The company's decision is to develop a resort for a tourist destination. These holdout households have violated the regulations. Is there a problem with forced demolition?"
The people present looked at each other in embarrassment.
"But... isn't it a bit too heartless not to even give them a notice? Those people are all old farmers in the village."
The village head obviously looked troubled.
"If you think it's heartless, then who's going to solve your difficulties?"
Bo Jingyu hit the nail on the head and calmly analyzed the situation.
"Young Master Bo, I heard that there have been some changes in the company recently. Are you sure you don't need to consult Manager Bo before making such a decision?"
A scholarly middle - aged man wearing glasses said.
"I sign, and he reviews. Is there a problem?" Bo Jingyu retorted.
"Then please let Manager Bo review it before making a decision, so as not to ruin your own reputation by acting on your own initiative."
"Shut up. Do you have the right to speak?" The village head angrily scolded.
The middle - aged man pouted unhappily and didn't say anything else.
"I'm really sorry, Young Master Bo."
"First, assign the people and excavators. I'll go find him to sign."
Bo Jingyu patted the old man on the shoulder in front of him, giving him a clear look and a firm reason.
On the way here, he struggled several times. He could vaguely guess Bo Siming's thoughts, but he never expected Shen Ximan to come to Huazhi Village with him.
The intimate actions this morning made Bo Jingyu want to rush up and beat someone up, and then warn her for being so shameless.
But thinking it over, what right did he have?
Shen Ximan had nothing to do with him anymore. Who she wanted to be with and whose arms she wanted to be in were all her own business.
A woman who caused trouble everywhere, a woman who didn't know how to clean up after causing problems, a woman who always acted on her own and thought she was smart. Was she really worth his time and energy to be so tangled?
Bo Jingyu kept brainwashing himself and finally made up his mind.
"Manager Bo, Young Master Bo is here to see you." The assistant came in to report.
Bo Siming casually popped an orange into his mouth and pressed the remote control boredly. "Let him in."
"Sign this."
The contract was placed on the table. Bo Jingyu stood there waiting for his reply.
"What are you being so arrogant for?"
Bo Siming stretched his arm out and leaned back on the sofa, squinting his eyes with a sly smile. "Do you still think you're the president?"
"We have to start the project today, or we'll waste time."
Seeing that he showed no sign of being submissive, Bo Siming threw the orange peel on the table at his face.
"What are you? How dare you order me."
Bo Jingyu stood there with a straight face, unmoved. "We have to start the project today."
"Are you a broken record?"
Bo Siming got angry and kicked him.
The pain in his calf made the surrounding muscles swell instantly, tightening his suit pants and making him feel a bit uncomfortable.
Even when being beaten, Bo Jingyu didn't utter a single word of resistance.
"Grandpa has assigned this task. The Huazhi Lake project can't be delayed."
"Heh, you have no ability of your own, so you use Grandpa to pressure me? You're really... good for nothing."
As he spoke, his fists landed on Bo Jingyu's chest one after another, and each punch was stronger than the last.
"Do you think you still have the ability to fight against me? Grandpa trusts me now. The directors of the company will also re - evaluate the position of the president based on my performance in handling this project."
Bo Siming's victorious smile became even more prominent. "And your woman is now eager for me to take her in. She looks so lonely and pitiful."
Bo Jingyu looked at his self - satisfied expression and sneered.
"What are you laughing at?" His expression suddenly changed.
"I'm glad you're having so much fun with the things I don't want."
Just as Bo Siming was about to retort, he saw Shen Ximan lift the curtain and come in, so he added fuel to the fire.
"Don't you think she's pitiful?"
Bo Jingyu continued to say the opposite without realizing anything.
"Pitiful? What's there to be pitiful about a woman who always causes me trouble? If you think she's so precious, you can have her."
"As expected of you. Your ruthless character hasn't changed in all these years."
Bo Siming took the opportunity to lead the conversation.
"Likewise," Bo Jingyu was obviously impatient with this topic, "Read the contract and sign it quickly."
"Even if I marry her as my wife, you won't mind?"
He paused for a few seconds and scoffed. "Whether you marry her or not is your business. What does it have to do with me? In my eyes, she's just a passer - by."
"Don't ask him anymore. He's just that kind of person."
A woman's voice suddenly came from behind.
Bo Jingyu's expression froze on the spot, and he even unconsciously held his breath. This was exactly what Bo Siming loved to see.
The excitement and exhilaration in his heart were indescribable, and he felt extremely satisfied.
Shen Ximan looked at his cold and heartless face in despair.
"Cold - blooded and merciless is his nature. He'll never change it in his life."
She knew about his background and understood his pain.
She thought she'd never say this sentence in front of him in her life, but her emotions seemed to take over her body and control her mind. The more desperate the situation was, the more she couldn't help but say it.
Shen Ximan regretted it as soon as she said it.
She could see the hidden disappointment in Bo Jingyu's eyes. It was like uncovering an old wound and sprinkling salt on it. It made him experience despair again and recall the bad things from the past.
"Manager Bo, please sign the contract."
Bo Jingyu held his breath and repeated calmly with no expression on his face.
After getting what he wanted, Bo Siming signed his name elegantly on the contract and handed it to him. "Here you go."
He took it and quickly left without saying a word.
It seemed that what had just happened didn't bother him at all, and he didn't care about what Shen Ximan had said.