Chapter 978 Power Outage
"Xili Li" "Xili Li"
As the sky turned dark, sporadic raindrops fell from the sky.
"It's raining."
The Third Young Master of Temple Street and others were having a drink when they noticed it was raining and a boy said something.
"I checked the weather forecast. There will be light rain today." said the man with the Nezha thorn dragon tattoo.
"Isn't it just a little rain? A little rain is good. It's so hot now, so it's just a good time to cool down and take the heat away from you. Hahaha." After saying this, the third young master of Temple Street burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha." "Very good." "Very good." "Keep drinking." "Keep drinking. Haha."
The other people also laughed and raised their glasses. Before they could drink the glass of wine, there was a "swish" sound, and a basin of water fell from the sky, immediately dousing the clothes of these people. Half through.
Not to mention the wine in the glass, it poured straight out. Those who didn't react immediately dropped the wine glass in their hands to the ground.
"Holy shit! What's going on?" Temple Street Third Young Master shouted.
Then I discovered that it was already raining heavily. Bead-sized raindrops hung down in a string.
"Why is it raining so hard all of a sudden!" Nezha Jilong, the man, was a little confused.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Come in quickly!" The third young master of Temple Street immediately stood up and was the first to rush into the room.
In just such a moment, it felt like he had been soaking in a bathhouse for a while, his hair was full of water, and his clothes were almost completely see through.
With that shirtless person, it's really just like taking a shower for a while. They all quickly ran into the room.
The rice bowls and other things on the table were jingling as they were hit by raindrops.
"Didn't you say Xiaoyu? Is this Xiaoyu in your house?" the third young master of Temple Street shouted.
"This weather forecast is too unreliable." Nezha Cilong raised his hand and scratched the water on his head, and then said: "But this kind of rain usually comes hard and goes away quickly. It will probably be over in a while. stop."
"It doesn't matter when he stops. We're not leaving anyway. We're going inside to play poker."
The third young master of Temple Street led everyone into the bedroom inside, took off their shoes and got on the kang.
They didn't care. They found a deck of cards and started pushing Pai Gow.
At this moment, Zhang Yu was standing beside the bed on the eighth floor, looking at everything outside. The heavy downpour made it impossible to see very far, but in the darkness, one could still see the lights of various houses.
Seeing this, Zhang Yu couldn't help being startled and secretly screamed that it was dangerous.
"There is no power outage here yet, something could easily happen."
After muttering something, he immediately picked up his cell phone and dialed Brother Biao's number.
The phone was quickly connected, and Brother Biao's voice sounded, "Chairman."
"I've told you so many times that you don't need to call me that way when there's no one around." Zhang Yu said with a smile.
"Yes, yes, brother, what do you want from me?" Brother Biao said with a smile.
"During normal demolition, water and electricity would be cut off. Why hasn't it been stopped here?" Zhang Yu asked.
"I have already gone to the Power Supply Department, but the Power Supply Department didn't show any respect at all. They said that there are quotas for power outages in demolition areas. Most of the households must leave before the power can be cut off. Otherwise, people's livelihood will be affected. But this is all nonsense. , I guess he must have taken advantage of someone." Brother Biao said.
"Okay, I understand. Where are you now?" Zhang Yu asked again.
"I'm having a meeting with my subordinates in the company," Brother Biao said.
"Don't stay up too late and go home early to accompany your sister-in-law. Also, remember, don't send anyone to the demolition area." Zhang Yu warned.
"Okay." Brother Biao agreed quickly.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yu immediately dialed Wen Qiong's mobile phone number.
Wen Qiong answered the phone very quickly, "Hello."
"Auntie, it's me." Zhang Yu said with a smile.
"Little monkey, do you want to come home and cook for me?" Wen Qiong's laughter sounded on the phone.
"Cooking is for sure, but there are too many things in these two days. How about the next two days, I will definitely show off my skills." Zhang Yu said with a smile.
"I know you're busy, how's the demolition work going?" Wen Qiong asked gently.
"I want to trouble Auntie about something small," Zhang Yu said.
"Say it." Wen Qiong smiled.
"There is still no power outage in the demolition area," Zhang Yu said deliberately, "Our people went to the Power Supply Department, but it was useless."
"That's right. Okay, I understand." Wen Qiong said calmly.
"Then I'll trouble Auntie," Zhang Yu said.
"It's a small matter." Wen Qiong said.
She said it was a trivial matter, but in fact it was not a trivial matter. Because although the director of the district power supply department is under the leadership of the local district office, he does not belong to the office in the personnel appointment process.
However, Wen Qiong also knew that if the Wudang Group went to the Power Supply Department to cut off the power, normally there would be no problem. Whenever there is a power outage in any demolished place, someone must be playing a trick here.
Even if the power of personnel appointment and dismissal is not in Wen Qiong's hands, as a high-ranking official, it would be too easy for Wen Qiong to cause trouble with the director of the Power Supply Department.
She hung up the phone and immediately dialed another number. After the call was connected, she didn't say a few polite words and went straight to the point, "Tell the Power Supply Department to cut off power in the area developed by Wudang Group."
The Third Young Master of Temple Street and others are still playing poker in the house.
The heavy rain outside was pattering, and when it fell on the window glass, the sound might break the glass.
"Buy the deal and leave! Buy the deal and leave!" The third young master of Temple Street was in charge of the dealer, shouting loudly.
The gangsters under him deposited money separately.
Suddenly, there was a "swipe" of the ground, and the room became pitch black.
It was already dark, and it was raining heavily outside. Now that the power was out, I couldn't see my fingers.
"What's going on?" "There's a power outage!" "Holy crap!" "Did the Wudang Group stop it?"
The gangsters started shouting one after another. The third young master of Temple Street threw away the poker in his hand and said disdainfully: "This special code is a common method used by developers. It's not a big deal. Forget it. I won't play anymore. Just hold on for a few more days." God, we can get out of this damn place. I’m tired after drinking so much wine, so sleep!”
Most of the landowners living in the demolition area now watch TV at home.
Some homes have so many people that they set up a dining table and drink wine by the kang.
After the power outage, it was immediately pitch dark, and even the things on the table could not be seen clearly.
"Damn it! Why is there a power outage!" Wu Dahe shouted directly.
"Did everything stop?" "It seems so." "It must be the developer who caused the paralysis." "The unscrupulous profiteer actually cut off the power to us. What a bastard!" "It also happened to be raining heavily and the power was cut off. It's just like that. Bullying honest people!" The family members started shouting.
Wu Dahe pounded the kang hard and shouted: "You bastard! The more they behave like this, the less we will move! Isn't it just a power outage? What does it matter? If you don't endure hardship, how can you be a master! Let's fight against them In the end, we will not leave unless our conditions are agreed to."
"Dad! I think we can't just have three houses now, we have to have five! And we have to have five million!" Wu Dahe's son also shouted angrily.
