Since Wei Kun usually takes good care of the migrant workers in these living villages and does not deduct money from the labor costs, in daily life, everyone will naturally give him some privileges. The dormitory building is rented, and the entire floor is just a single room of more than 20 square meters, so everyone gave in to him to live there, and there is relatively a little space for freedom.

There is no furniture in this hut, only a lot of luggage from migrant workers is piled up. On the left side, there is only a bed, there is no wall on the surrounding walls, only naked wooden boards, in short, it is too dilapidated and too dilapidated.

Yulijun stood in the center of the living room, put his hands on the stove of the small honeycomb coal to keep warm, and said in a relaxed manner: "Brother, don't take the job of Tianbao Charity Company. If you want to make money, you can cooperate with us. If you want to feel embarrassed, I will give you 100,000 yuan. How about you reject the matter on the other side?"

After saying that, the horseman behind Yulijun put a bag on Wei Kun's bed and said with a bit arrogantly: "The money is inside, you can do it."

Wei Kun was stunned for a long time and immediately said with a smile: "Brother, we have finished this interview. Tianbao Charity Company has also distributed all the donations and supplies. This... the money and things have fallen into the hands of everyone, and I can't return them to them."

The fire emitted a faint light, which made Yulijun's cheek look a little weird. He turned around and said with a smile: "I didn't ask you to return the things and money, as long as you don't cooperate with them. Don't you have to help them win votes later? I mean, you don't need to get this vote, and don't accept media interviews anymore."

Wei Kun hesitated for a while: "If you take the money, you can't do anything without doing anything."

Yulijun squinted at him, and used his hands to touch the metal piece on the back of his bald head, and stepped forward with aura and said, "What's wrong? They are going to cause trouble for you later. You can call me and I'll help you solve it."

Wei Kun has also been outside the district for more than 20 years. He could tell at a glance that this Yulijun is not a good man, so he kept saying politely: "Brother, Tianbao Charity is good to us, and he gives money and things. In addition, Niu Hai, who is in contact with this matter, has a relative relationship with the people in our village... So, I can't do this."

Yulijun sniffed, looked at Wei Kun with his hands behind his back, and said nothing.

"You are so shameless, are you?" The maid on the left stepped forward, pointed to the bag on the bed and said, "Get the money!"

Wei Kun turned his head and looked at him: "Brother, it's not easy for us..."

"I'll say it again, take the money!!" The ma'er interrupted Wei Kun's words with a gloomy face and repeated it again.

Fine sweat beads emerged from Wei Kun's forehead and he didn't speak for a while.

The maid waited for two seconds, slowly pulled out the S gun from her waist with her right hand, and pressed it on Wei Kun's head to clear the safety: "m, are you desperate?"

The smile on Wei Kun's face disappeared. After turning his head to look at Yulijun, he slowly said, "Brother, we really can't do this."

"You are so poor that you can't even afford to eat. Why are you pretending to be tough with me?" The maid gritted her teeth, raised her gun and was about to smash Wei Kun's head.

"Xiaohu, someone wants to talk to me, I want to listen to everyone's opinions." Wei Kun roared with cold eyes and suddenly shouted.

After the words were finished, footsteps in the corridor outside the door were noisy, and instantly twenty or thirty workers gathered over and looked at Yulijun and others with expressionless expression on their faces. They did not take any weapons, but they would inexplicably bring strange psychological pressure to people.

Yulijun was obviously stunned for a moment, and suddenly reached out to stop the horseman next to him: "What are you doing? Keep this fun away."

The maid turned around and glanced at the crowd outside the door and slowly put away the gun.

"You think about it again, brother." Yulijun signaled the horseman to take away the money from the bed, and then whispered to Wei Kun: "My surname is You, I live in Mingdu Hotel. If you want to change your mind, you can come to me."

Wei Kun looked at him without saying a word.

"That's it." Yulijun smiled at Wei Kun, turned around and called out, "Let's go!"

The group stepped to the door, but the people blocked the corridor did not disperse. Wei Kun raised his head and shouted, "Everyone go back and rest, it's okay."

At the door, an old man in his fifties glanced at Yulijun and said, "We are all like this, don't bully you... Living is difficult, but death is not easy."

Yulijun was stunned for a long time, and immediately nodded with a smile: "Yes, yes, I understand."

The workers dispersed, and Yulijun and others stepped away.

...

Wei Kun sat in the room. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't help but take out the phone and dial the old cat's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Xiao Li, I'm Wei Kun."

"I know it's you, Brother Wei." Lao Mao asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Today, a few people came to the dormitory building, with guns, and talked to me." Wei Kun said bluntly: "They gave me 100,000 yuan and told me not to take workers and people from the village to have interviews with you...the canvassing votes."

The old cat was stunned for a moment.

"I didn't agree, they were going to fire a gun."

"Are they still here?" Lao Mao asked in a cold tone.

"There are people here, and they left without daring to move." Wei Kun frowned and said, "But I'm still worried. You said that our workers are all from the city to make money, and they can't afford to deal with them."

The old cat pondered for a few seconds: "You are waiting for me, I will take someone over immediately."

"They are gone."

"I'll go over and talk to you." Lao Mao insisted.

"Okay, then you'll call me later."

"good."

After the words came to an end, the two ended the call.

Inside the car outside the building, Yulijun looked down at his watch, smiled and ordered: "Go first, go first."

"Those people are so poor that they really use guns. What do they dare to do?" The driver cursed and drove away.

After a while, at about nine o'clock, the power supply time of the dormitory building ended and it instantly became dark. The workers who had been tired all fell asleep.

at the same time.

After going out with my friend for dinner, Li Zhan drove his work car toward Chengguan.

...

In the city, next to the online broadcast building, people from sixty or seventy held banners and signs, waiting for Wang Zongxiang to finish the broadcast recording like fans, creating momentum for him.

Tianhui sat in the car, waved his hand and shouted at everyone, "Everyone is far away from the door, don't disturb the work of the station staff, he has to wait a while to come out."

Everyone did as they heard the sound. Tianhui closed the car door and was about to squint his eyes for a while, but he felt something creaking under his butt. He stood up and saw a stack of brand new green hats.

"Who bought this work hat? Why is it all green?" Tianhui cursed and threw the shrunken green hat next to him, ready to close his eyes and rest.

"Didi!"
Chapter completed!