Cen Jiahua stood in the yard and thought for a while, took out her cell phone and hung up a phone call to Comrade Chen.

"Xiao Cen, the village committee had already decided to hold a meeting last night. Just come back and sign the village office." Before Cen Jiahua could speak, Lao Chen's voice immediately came out, always looking very enthusiastic.

"Uncle Chen, this is not the case. I'll ask you for someone." Cen Jiahua waited for Old Chen to finish speaking, and quickly continued, saying, "Is there a person named Huang Jingming in your village?"

"Smart ghost! What did he do for you?" Old Chen's voice suddenly rose by 3 degrees, feeling a little surprised.

"He came to me just now and said some inexplicable words, and said that the tombs on the hill had something to do with him." Cen Jiahua paused and continued, "I used the excuse to ask him to go to your village committee to negotiate and sent him away first. I still couldn't figure out his background, but I wouldn't speak randomly."

"Well, Xiao Cen, you're right. It seems that this bastard is starting to feel restless again." Old Chen on the other side of the phone felt a headache. He continued, "Don't panic first, you come to the village office later, let's discuss it carefully."

"Uncle Chen, is this Huang Jingming a little trouble?" Cen Jiahua naturally heard the helplessness in Comrade Chen's words and asked hurriedly.

"Well, there are some, but the problem should not be very big. Come to me first and we will talk about it in detail." After that, Old Chen hung up the phone.

Listening to the "beep" sound in the phone receiver, Cen Jiahua felt something strange. Old Chen, who was usually calm, seemed to lose his composure after hearing Huang Jingming's name. It seemed that Huang Jingming was not simple.

On the surface, Huang Jingming seems to be a gangster from Rongshu Village, but he doesn’t know what kind of relationship he has with the tomb in the middle of the mountain, nor what purpose he has.

"Who is this Huang Jingming?" With this question, Cen Jiahua rode his bicycle and headed towards the village office.

There are still many villagers who say hello to Cen Jiahua along the way. Although Cen Jiahua lives on a dam, he always rides his bicycle to the market to buy vegetables every day. In addition, he has become the focus of public opinion in Rongshu Village recently, so of course more people recognize him.

The innocent smiling faces and sincere greetings of the villagers along the way made Cen Jiahua feel a little depressed.

In this quiet mountain village, although there are some discordant factors, the main body is still very good, so you don’t have to be disappointed.

When he arrived at the village office, he found Comrade Chen paced back and forth at the door. The cigarette in his hand was about to burn his fingers, but he still had no idea.

As soon as he saw Cen Jiahua coming, Old Chen hurriedly came up and dragged Cen Jiahua into the conference room.

"Uncle Chen, why are you so anxious? My car hasn't been put away yet." Cen Jiahua looked at Old Chen so nervous and couldn't help but complain.

"Your bicycle will not be thrown away when you put it at the door. You can tell me the details of Huang Jingming meeting you on the dam first." Old Chen's expression gradually became serious.

Seeing that Comrade Chen was really nervous, Cen Jiahua lost the intention of playing and immediately told all the details.

After listening to Cen Jiahua's story, the wrinkles on Lao Chen's forehead became more and more wrinkled, which was comparable to those of Taiwanese musician Ye Jiaxiu.

"It seems that the smart guy is eyeing you!" Old Chen kept beating his fingers rhythmically on the desk, saying, "Originally, he has not caused trouble for you for a while. I thought he was doing his duty and stopped."

"Uncle Chen, I'm getting more and more confused when you say it. What kind of character is Huang Jingming? Can you give you such a headache?" Cen Jiahua looked at Old Chen as if he had encountered a difficult problem, but she seemed to be in the fog and didn't understand anything, so she had to ask.

"Xiao Cen, you just came to our village and you don't know many things yet. Huang Jingming is a dog skin plaster from our Rongshu Village." At that moment, Old Chen told Cen Jiahua everything about Huang Jingming.

After listening to Old Chen's words, Cen Jiahua really felt that things were really difficult. Because you really have no good way to deal with such a rogue hooligan.

Call the police? The police don't have so much time to deal with these trivial matters. Besides, what they do is not enough to handle the police. These guys are very familiar with the law, and often the amount involved in the case is on the edge of the law, and at most they are detained for ten days and half a month. For them, it is just like going home.

If you move them with emotion and reason? That is even more impossible. These people who have been damaged by drugs will not recognize their own parents when facing money. Talking reason with them is simply playing the piano against cows! I heard that when they become addicted to drugs, they have to rush to spend their own money, just to take a sip.

To use violence to fight violence? That would be even more absurd. Most of these addicts have exhausted their bodies and are all dry and full of bones. I am afraid that the wind will fall down. Normal people attack them and just take the excuse of blackmail to others.

There are really not many ways to deal with such people. Especially those who come from other places like Cen Jiahua, most of them pay attention to the principle of making money with kindness. It is better to do less than more things. They often give some money, which is considered to be a waste of money to avoid disasters.

After listening to Lao Chen's story, Cen Jiahua had a general understanding of the "smart ghost" mentioned by Lao Chen. In his more than 20 years of life experience, he had never encountered such a rogue hooligan. He really couldn't think of any good idea for this.

After thinking for a long time, Cen Jiahua had to turn his attention to Comrade Chen for help, after all, he was the person who was the most familiar with the situation.

"We don't know the conditions of the smart ghost, and we don't know what he wants to do. Now we have to wait and see what he wants to do. We have to wait until he offers the conditions before finding a solution." Looking at Cen Jiahua's hopeful gaze, Old Chen also felt a little ashamed.

Even though he knew that this shrewd ghost had no good intentions at all, Lao Chen was powerless as the village chief. This feeling of frustration really made Lao Chen, a straightforward person, feel uncomfortable.

At this time, the phone that Lao Chen placed on his desk rang.
Chapter completed!