House Management Chapter 978: Power failure

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"Patters and Patters"

As the sky turned dark, sparse raindrops fell on the sky.

"It's raining."

Miaojie Sanshao and the others are fortunate to be drinking, but when they noticed it was raining, a kid said.

"I've checked the weather forecast, there will be light rain today." said the man with Nezha thorn dragon.

"Isn't it just a little rain? It's good. It's so hot now, it just happens to be cool and cool. Let's go to the fire on your body. Hahaha." After saying this, the third master of Temple Street laughed.

"Hahahaha is very good. Keep drinking. Keep drinking. Haha"

The other people also laughed and raised their wine glasses. Before the wine was drunk, they heard a "wow" sound. The sky seemed to pour down a basin of water and immediately put them on Half of his clothes were poured.

Not to mention the wine in the glass, and pounced straight out. If it didn't react, the one in his hand fell directly to the ground.

"Damn! What's the matter?" San Young Master in Temple Street shouted.

I found out immediately that it was raining heavily in the sky. The raindrops the size of a bead dropped down from the string.

"Why is the rain suddenly so heavy!" The man of Nezha Prickly Dragon was a little confused.

"What nonsense, come in quickly!" The Third Master of Temple Street immediately stood up and rushed into the room first.

It took just that moment, and it was as if people were soaking in a bathhouse for a while, their hair was full of water, and their clothes were almost completely through.

With that shirtless, it's like taking a shower for a while. They all rushed into the room.

The rice bowls on the table are clinking when they are hit by raindrops.

"Didn't it mean Xiaoyu? Is this Xiaoyu in your house?" shouted the Third Master of Temple Street.

"The weather forecast is too unreliable." Nezha thorn dragon raised his hand and stroked the water on his head, and then said: "But this kind of rain usually comes violently and goes fast. You can stop."

"No matter when he stops, let's not go anyway, go in and play poker."

Miaojie Sanshao led everyone into the bedroom inside, took off their shoes and went to the kang.

They didn't care, they found a deck of poker, and they started pushing Pai Gow.

At this moment, Zhang Yu is standing by the bed on the eighth floor, looking at everything outside. The pouring rain made people unable to see too far, but in the night, one could see the lights of various houses.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu couldn't help being surprised and cried out that it was dangerous.

"There hasn't been a power outage here, it's easy to happen"

Muttered, he immediately picked up his cell phone and dialed Brother Biao's number.

The call was quickly connected, and Brother Biao’s voice rang, "Chairman."

"How many times have I said that, don't call it that when no one is there." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"Yes, brothers, what are you looking for?" Brother Biao said with a smile.

"For normal demolition, wouldn't it be necessary to stop water and electricity? Why hasn't it stopped here?" Zhang Yu asked.

"I have been to the power supply bureau, but the power supply bureau does not give face at all. It is said that there are indicators for power outages in the demolished areas. Most of the households must leave before the power outages, otherwise it will affect the people's livelihood. But this It's all bullshit, I guess, it must have benefited someone." Brother Biao said.

"Okay, I know. Where are you now?" Zhang Yu said again.

"I'm having a meeting for my subordinates in the company." Brother Biao said.

"Don't drive too late. Go home early to accompany your sister-in-law. In addition, remember that you must not send people to the demolition area." Zhang Yu warned.

"Okay" Brother Biao quickly agreed.

Hang up, Zhang Yu immediately dialed Wen Qiong's cell phone number.

Wen Qiong answered the phone very quickly, "Hey."

"Auntie, it's me." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"Little monkey boy, do you want to come home and cook for me?" Wen Qiong's laughter rang on the phone.

"Cooking is for sure, but there are too many things in these two days. How about two days later, I will definitely show my skills." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"Knowing that your kid is busy, how is the demolition work?" Wen Qiong asked gently.

"I want to trouble Auntie with something trivial." Zhang Yu said.

"Go ahead." Wen Qiong smiled.

"On the demolition area, there has not been a power outage until now" Zhang Yu deliberately said in embarrassment: "Our people have been to the power supply bureau, and the result is useless"

"That's it. Okay, I see." Wen Qiong said peacefully.

"Then trouble Auntie." Zhang Yu said.

"It's a small matter." Wen Qiong said.

She said it was a trivial matter, but it was not a trivial matter. Although the director of the district power supply bureau is under the leadership of the local government, he does not belong to the government in terms of personnel appointment.

Wen Qiong also knows that if Wudang Group goes to the Power Supply Bureau to cut off the power, it is normal. As long as there is a power outage in all demolished places, some people must have played tricks here.

Even if the power of appointment and dismissal of personnel is not in Wen Qiong's hands, as a member of the party, Wen Qiong deliberately finds trouble with a power supply bureau chief. That is simply too easy.

She hung up the phone and immediately dialed another number. After the call was connected, she didn't even have a few words polite, and went straight to the point, "Tell the Power Supply Bureau to cut off the power to the area developed by Wudang Group."

Miaojie Sanshao and others are still playing poker in the house.

The heavy rain outside is rustling, and when it falls on the window glass, the glass may be broken by listening to any movement.

"Buy to leave! Buy to leave!" The Third Master of Temple Street was in charge of sitting in the village, shouting loudly.

The gangsters under him bet money separately.

Suddenly, "brush" the floor, and the room becomes pitch black.

It was dark, and it was raining again outside. There was no electricity in this one, and it was almost impossible to reach out.

"What's going on? There was a power outage! I rely on it! Did the Wudang Group stop it?"

The gangsters yelled one after another, and the three young masters in Temple Street threw away the poker in their hands, and said disdainfully: "This special is a trick used by the open business, it's not a big deal. Forget it, don't play. If we hold on for a few more days, we will be able to leave this ghost place. Drinking so much alcohol makes me sleepy and sleep!"

The households living in the demolition area are mostly watching TV at home.

Some homes are crowded with people, so there is a table at the head of the kang for drinking.

The power outage immediately became pitch black, and I couldn't even see the things on the table.

"Tama! Why the power went out!" Wu Dahe called directly.

"Is it all stopped? It seems to be. The paralyzed, it must be the developer. The unscrupulous profiteer, even cut off the power for us, what a bastard! Even catching up with the heavy rain and blackout, it is a bully to honest people!" The family members yelled.

Wu Dahe thumped the kang heavily and shouted: "Buckled! The more they are like this, the less we will move! Isn't it just a power outage? Forget it, don't suffer from hardship, how to be a master! Let's Fight with them to the end, and if we don't agree to our terms, we will never leave."

"Dad! I think we can't have three houses now. Five sets! Five million!" Wu Dahe's son also shouted indignantly.