Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Bujia Village Team [-], at the crossroads, a large group of villagers gathered together, blocking the path of Jiang Ran and the others with evil expressions.

The man whose teeth had been knocked out by Ah Cheng's punch just now was in an extremely embarrassed state, standing next to an old farmer with a ruddy complexion and wearing wide-leg pants.

"Third Grandpa, even if they have some bad money, they can't bully people like this!" The man with broken teeth spoke in a leaky tone, and his tone was extremely aggrieved, as if he had been unfairly wronged.

Normally, the man dressed as an old farmer would have rushed out angrily to make the decision for the junior, but now he held back his impulse and showed a compassionate attitude.

The other villagers in Bujia Village may only think that the young man in charge is rich and the woman in the red dress holding the umbrella is beautiful, but he clearly only sees three words... not to be trifled with.

"I am Bu Dingli, the party secretary of Bujia Village."

Bu Dingli looked to be around 50 years old at most, and he looked very senior. The moment he opened his mouth, he attracted the attention of most of the villagers. There were still many men staring at Yan Yuqing's figure, wanting to rush up and carve her up. .

"Whether the three of them came to Bujia Village to find someone or to do something, it is somewhat unjustifiable for them to hit people hard and hurt them before they even entered the village."

Budingli did not use a very aggressive tone, even though he usually put on airs when dealing with trivial matters among the villagers.

Jiang Ran raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The light rain gradually stopped, and he could see everything ahead.

Most of the houses on the roadside are two-story buildings, and a few of them only have the main body and have not been completed.

They were blocked near the village entrance archway with the words "Bujia Village" written on it. The wires on the left front hung very low, and the outer wall of the transformer room looked very old.

Jiang Ran didn't speak, and Yan Yuqing wouldn't take the initiative to talk to others, so the scene became quiet for a while.

As the branch secretary, Bu Dingli was familiar with the villagers present. Most of them didn't actually care that someone was injured. They appeared here to help strengthen their strength purely for his sake.

"Ding Li, I suggest arresting the three of them and reporting them to the police. After Xiaopeng goes to the hospital to check his injuries, we have to talk about compensation."

With the strength of the crowd, there are always people with wandering thoughts, eyeing Yan Yu's beautiful figure with evil intentions, talking about arresting people, and most likely thinking of taking advantage of the situation later.

"Yes! I saw TV shows where people had their teeth knocked out, and they had to pay at least tens of thousands!"

"If you don't pay compensation, let them go to jail!"

When they heard about the arrest, the eyes of many men in their 50s and [-]s moved slightly, and they soon began to agree with the proposal.

Some people even quietly adjusted their positions, secretly thinking that once they made a move, they would immediately pounce on and knock down the seductive woman in the red dress who was pretending to be holding an umbrella.

Bu Dingli has been the party secretary for so many years, and he knows what kind of second-rate people are in his village. If he catches an ordinary person, he will arrest him, scare him, and report the official to pay compensation in one go.

At this moment, he was not sure about the background of the young man in front of him, but judging from the beauty of the woman following him, he knew that he was not an ordinary person.

Since ancient times, money and power have not separated families. No matter what kind of second generation they are, they must not be treated like ordinary people.

Bu Dingli was afraid that the situation would become uncontrollable if he allowed these guys who were making trouble to make trouble again, so he quickly glared at the people who made the most noise and raised his hands to ask the villagers to calm down.

Ah Cheng sneered and looked at the middle-aged men who looked a little unprofessional, posing as if they were gearing up. If these rubbish could not be laid out in three minutes, he would be considered a chicken.

Damn...so reckless?Bu Dingli murmured in his heart. The man wearing a peaked cap in front of him twisted his neck with a sinister look on his face, clearly preparing to take action.

At this moment, Jiang Ran suddenly withdrew his gaze from afar and fell in front of him with a distant look, "Bujia Village Party Secretary, Bu Dingli?"

Bu Dingli was staring at Acheng with narrowed eyes. When he heard the question, he subconsciously responded and quickly came back to his senses.

As soon as the young man spoke, he suddenly noticed that the man in the peaked hat's mood stabilized instantly, as if the impending impulse just now didn't exist.

"Do you know everyone in Bujia Village?" Jiang Ran asked calmly after he focused his attention on himself.

"You don't care whether you know my grandpa or not, but you want to get information after hurting someone?"

The man covering his face hissed and inhaled, his words were unclear and his expression looked a bit vicious.

Jiang Ran glanced at him calmly, considered it seriously for a moment, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curl slightly.

"You want compensation, right?"

Bu Dingli's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Bu Xiaopeng, and found that there was both shrewdness and uncontrollable greed in the latter's eyes.

"One hundred thousand? 50?" Jiang Ran ignored the two people's small movements and still had a casual tone.

"One million, or five million?" He continued to spit out the numbers one by one disapprovingly. It was okay at first, but by the end, all the villagers, including Budingli, all started breathing hotly.

No one doubted whether he could come up with so much money. The understatement in his tone was often more convincing than a solid guarantee.

"Grandpa." Bu Xiaopeng didn't care about the pain. He moved to Bu Dingli's side and lowered his voice, which was a little dry.

Bu Dingli only heard one title and immediately understood what he wanted to ask. Out of a smart man's intuition, he whispered in his ear and asked: "Xiao Peng, how many teeth have you knocked out?"

"Three teeth are missing, and a few are loose." When Bu Xiaopeng was knocked to the ground just now, he knew exactly how many teeth were missing.

"Then it can only be judged as a minor injury." Bu Dingli actually doesn't know much about these things, but a few years ago, someone in a neighboring village had five teeth knocked out, and in the end it was only classified as a minor injury. Three teeth should be Pretty much the same.

"Slightly injured?" Bu Xiaopeng was a little dumbfounded, "I was beaten to such a miserable state before I was slightly injured?"

He obviously had some misunderstandings about the determination of disability level. He thought that minor injuries were injuries such as scratches and sprained feet.

"If you believe grandpa, just listen to his advice." Bu Dingli couldn't explain the problem clearly, but cautiously reminded him, "Just ask him to pay around 20 to [-] yuan. If it's too much, I'm afraid... …”

Bu Xiaopeng waved his hand, "Grandpa, I think you worry too much and make other people stupid."

His swollen cheeks twitched twice, and he signaled Bu Dingli to look at Yan Yuqing with his eyes: "What do you think of this woman's class? And the umbrella in her hand looks like an antique. Millions of dollars have spent on these." To people, it’s no different than a few hundred yuan.”

Bu Xiaopeng is poor, but he is constantly browsing Douyin and watching live broadcasts. Some local tycoons can easily list dozens or even millions. The money in the hands of rich people is just paper.

He even suspected that his grandfather had no good intentions when he said such words, fearing that he would become a millionaire because of the compensation for the beating.

So Bu Xiaopeng looked at the young man under the umbrella with his self-righteous wit and hot eyes: "One million, I'll just pretend nothing happened!"

He was somewhat rational, and he came up with a price that would make him rich without making the other party feel too exaggerated.

Acheng said nothing with a cold face and was not in a happy mood.

"One million?" Jiang Ran looked at him with a surprised expression, his tone a little uncertain, "Are you sure?"

Bu Xiaopeng was about to nod when he saw the young man's calmness without even blinking after hearing 100 million. He hesitated and changed his words: "No, I have lost so many teeth. I don't know how big the sequelae will be."

"Three hundred...five million!" Bu Xiaopeng changed his decision again and again under Jiang Ran's calm expression.

Jiang Ran's voice broke the silence and he looked at Bu Xiaopeng with admiration.

"Five million? That's not a big deal."

"I can give you the money, but you have to tell me first if Hu Ximing is in Bujia Village."

These words caused all the villagers present to become quiet. They soon suppressed their heavy breathing and their eyes began to wander.