Comrade Shenxian, please speak

(Fives)

According to the director of the village, Wang Hao, one of the donkey friends who were in distress, is the person I am looking for now, and he runs an outdoor goods store in the downtown business district.It is said that since that incident, he would return to the village from time to time to visit the villagers who helped him at that time. In the words of the village director, he was warm-hearted and grateful.

I'm going to take advantage of the weekend vacation and go to the shopping district by bike.After confirming the itinerary, I sent him a message in advance and asked for the specific address. Now I turned around a few times before I found this unremarkable little shop.

I opened the door and went in, and the electronic sensor sounded "Welcome", and there were no other customers inside.

The store has a small facade, but the inside is quite deep, with camping tents, socks and drinks, everything is available.

I looked around for a week, and my sight finally fell on the cash register at the door.A blessed middle-aged man was leaning behind the cash register playing PSP, and he hadn't raised his eyes since I entered the door.

I went up to say hello: "Hello, is this Boss Wang? I was introduced by Director Zhang, from the Municipal Tourism Bureau." I showed him my work card.

He glanced at it, the game in his hand didn't stop, and said formulaically: "Hi, what's the matter? Are you going to get sponsorship?"

Uh, why do you feel that there is a gap between the evaluation of the village director?

"I'm not here to solicit sponsorship, but I have something I want to consult with you."

"What do you want to ask? Our store specializes in outdoor products, both retail and wholesale, depending on your needs."

Originally, I wanted to get straight to the point, but now seeing his indifferent attitude, it may not be easy to open my mouth, so I made up my mind to get close to him first.

I said that I was going to climb a mountain, and I asked him to equip him with some equipment, and by the way, I humbly asked questions in front of a rookie.

He brought necessities such as hiking backpacks, safety ropes, flashlights, jackets, hats and gloves, and hiking shoes, and introduced the brands and prices.To be honest, I am a real layman to these, just ask him to choose cost-effective ones.

He cracked his calculator and quoted the total price.

"The total is 2180. I will give you a [-]% discount if you are introduced by an acquaintance, let's say [-]."

My god, is this thing so expensive?It's more than half a month's salary for me.That's all, I was reluctant to let the money catch the wolf, so I silently took out my bank card.Just buy it, maybe you can use it in the future.

While packing, he asked casually, "Where are you going to climb?"

"Local, Akiyama."

He paused, "What's so interesting about that place."

"Isn't it fun?" I asked back.

"What's so good about a broken place!" He became impatient.

"Not good? Why do you still go?" With a breakthrough, I asked further, "You are Wang Hao, right? You have been there, right? In 2006."

He was clearly annoyed by me and glared at me.

"I just said that you don't look like a serious buyer. What are you going to do?"

"Don't be angry, I'm here today mainly to understand the specific situation at that time, because there is a piece of information that is very important to me." My attitude is very sincere.

He stared at me suspiciously, making my heart tremble. In order to gain further trust, he simply told me everything I knew.

From the Qiushan development plan to the villagers' reactions, to the bottleneck of the project progress, and what Mr. Zhang said about the three of them, I have roughly described the whole thing, which made my mouth dry.

Wang Hao was silent for a while after listening, walked to the door of the store, and turned the "open" sign on the door to "rest".

"Come in and sit."

He invited me to the innermost office. There was a large root-carved tea table in the middle of the room. We sat down on both sides, and he started to make Kung Fu tea.

"So what do you mean by important information?" He poured me a cup of tea.

"I want to know why Mr. Zhang Fude said that the three of you have also seen gods. Did you really meet someone in the mountains?"

He took a sip of his tea and looked at me a little funny.

"I thought you should be most concerned about how to solve the project land problem, rather than looking for some gods."

"Yes, of course the ultimate goal is to solve the problem of the project land, so I will start with the contradictions of the villagers to verify this key issue." I explained.

"Then I think you may be looking in the wrong direction. In other words, it seems to me that these are two things."

"Ah? Why?" I was a little confused.

He refilled my cup of tea.

"Let's talk about the construction of the park first. After so many years, based on my understanding of the villagers, there is only one reason why they disagree with the land acquisition. That is, your government has not paid enough money. When the money is in place, it is easy to talk about demolition. Even if there is No big Luo Jinxian can stop them. They just use legends as a cover. Believe me, in the final analysis, this is the difference..." He made a gesture of counting money.

This city’s demolition compensation standard is lower than that of other cities. I also heard it mentioned by relevant departments when I held a meeting in the bureau.Although I think what he said is very reasonable, but just one sentence completely negates me, and I am a little bit unwilling.

"Are you so sure? If it's just a cover, the whole village's caliber is too consistent, and they can even let a centenarian lie for them?"

"This is about the second thing," he continued, "there is indeed a legend in their village, but it is estimated that only Grandpa Ford still believes it. Everyone else thinks it is just a joke."

His expression was a little gloomy, "If the people in their village really believe that there are gods in the mountains, then what happened to me back then would not be regarded as hysterical by them."

"Wait! You mean, did you really see it back then?" This caught me off guard.

He nodded, "Maybe, maybe not."

"What do you mean?"

"When we were found by the rescue team, I told them what I saw, but they made a good joke and made the doctor think I had PTSD, so now I'm not sure if I really saw it. "

"Um, what is PTSD?"

"It's PTSD, psychosis."

After talking for so long, am I communicating with a suspected mental patient?I really doubt that my brain is sick too.

"However," he refilled my tea again, "I have a third thing to say, which is related to myself. I wonder if you want to hear it?"

"I want to hear it." I replied seriously.

Just let my brain get sick for a while.