"There is no one, and the wire on your power transmission pole is broken. We will not infringe on the public." Li Jiazhu's voice came out: "But you also have to come up with a fair constitution, right?"

A thunderous voice said, "Didn't you tell me? This is an accident, a natural disaster, and it is not something that humans can resist. No one wants to see an accident! We give you 10,000 yuan of funeral expenses, in the spirit of humanitarianism! According to regulations, we can pay no penny!"

He said again: "It was so strong yesterday, who can guarantee that nothing will happen?"

Looking out of the crowd, a middle-aged man with his hair on his back looked serious and spoke like a cannon: "No matter how unreasonable you make trouble, you won't be able to get this 10,000 yuan in humanitarian aid!"

"Natural disaster, is this a natural disaster?" Lu Zhenyi argued: "When the wire is broken, why don't you trip? What about the leakage protector? Why doesn't it work!"

The middle-aged man with his back is also helpless.

The new leakage protector has been applied for, but the procedures have not been taken down. Considering the actual power consumption problems of several villages, they bypassed the leakage protector and connected it to the power first.

It’s so uncomfortable when it’s a hot day, it’s too bad to have no electricity? Isn’t it a good intention? It ends up making this mess difficult to deal with.

Is the power supply company wronged?

The middle-aged man with his hair on his back could not say that, because according to the regulations, it was indeed a violation of regulations. He said loudly: "The situation here is very complicated. You can't understand it, and you don't understand it either."

He looked straight: "I have already mentioned the situation, and there is also humanitarian assistance. You either sign the agreement or I leave now, and there is no need to talk about it in the future."

While speaking, he walked towards the car next to him.

"Can't leave!" someone shouted, "Can't let him go!"

The middle-aged man behind his back was not alone, and there were a few people who were traveling with him, so he separated the crowd and squeezed towards the car.

Lu Jianren raised his hands on his back, drooped his shoulders, walked over, and shouted as he walked: "Whatever you make a fuss! Whatever you make! Is there any like this?"

People around him looked at him and didn't understand what Lao Qi was going to do.

But everyone is open-minded and knows that Lu Jianren is a human being and knows that he will not do anything to harm Lujia Village.

Lu Jianren shouted again: "Stop quarrel!"

The people in Lujia Village suddenly became quiet.

The middle-aged man on his back wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Lu Jianren had a gloomy face: "Didn't you listen? Everyone has made it clear! Humanitarian aid has been given, so why are you making trouble?"

The middle-aged man on his back couldn't help but look at Lu Jianren. Finally, he came to a sensible person. It seemed that he was still useful in speaking. It should be easy to deal with now.

"This comrade..." The middle-aged man behind his head wanted to talk to Lu Jianren.

Lu Jianren ignored him at all, looked at the eyelid truck, took off half of his sleeves, exposed his body of tendons, walked towards the car with bare shirt, and said as he walked: "I didn't sleep well last night, I'll find a cool sleep."

While speaking, he came to the shade covered by the front of the car and lay directly under the wheels.

Seeing Lu Jianren's movements, the middle-aged man's face turned green.
Chapter completed!