50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 656 The wild goose plucking its feathers
When Sun Zhiwei's helicopter landed, the strong wind blowing from the rotor pushed all the residents in the square to the side.

After the helicopter landed, Sun Zhiwei, accompanied by two bodyguards and city hall staff, walked toward the old man who appeared to be the town mayor.

Just now, a large group of residents were arguing fiercely about something around this old man.

“I am a representative of Pinkerton Company. What is the current situation in the town, and what stage has the relocation work reached?”

Upon hearing that Sun Zhiwei was a representative of Pinkerton, the mayor's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned to the surrounding residents and said:

“Hey, the Pinkerton representative is here. If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself. I absolutely did not withhold a single rupee of the demolition compensation.”

Upon hearing the phrase "withholding demolition compensation," Sun Zhiwei looked at the municipal government staff member beside him.

He must have known about this, otherwise he wouldn't be sweating profusely trying to explain.

Sun Zhiwei ignored him and instead asked the town mayor, "How much compensation did you receive for the demolition?"

“Mr. James, what they told us was that each family would have to pay 200 million rupees for relocation. But that’s not enough at all. We still need to build houses and buy necessities in our new homes.”

The current exchange rate is 1 US dollar to 200 rupees. 2 million rupees is 200 US dollars, and the whole family only has one share.

Goodness, he paid $5 per person in relocation compensation.

He originally thought that the city hall would leave 1/10 of the compensation to the relocated residents, which would be $5000 per person.

But in reality, he still seriously overestimated the other party's bottom line.

Taking a family of five as an example, Sun Zhiwei actually spent $250,000, but the residents only received $200.

He didn't care how much those people ate.

What bothers him is that the other party has pinned this mess on him. He fears that in a few years, if a few more residents from this community file a countersuit against him, he won't be able to stay here any longer.

Such a vicious plan could only have been conceived by Prabowo. Having figured out what had happened, Sun Zhiwei turned his cold gaze toward the city hall staff member next to him.

The city hall staff who came with him were also complaining, because they hadn't actually embezzled that much; each person was supposed to receive $5, but they only took $4.

Even if it's only $10,000, that's still 200 million rupees per person, enough for ten moves.

However, during the disbursement of the $1, it was clear that it passed through several intermediary departments several times.

This is why each household has only received $200 in resettlement compensation. Therefore, he truly feels wronged.

But right now, with island residents standing right next to him, he couldn't immediately start explaining to Sun Zhiwei.

If the island's residents knew that their compensation was originally 5 million rupees, he probably wouldn't be able to leave alive.

So he could only stand there anxiously wiping his sweat.

Sun Zhiwei didn't care what he thought; he just wanted to solve the problem quickly and avoid causing trouble for his future self.

After thinking for a moment, he called over the old town elder and asked him to prepare a table, chairs, paper, and pen, and to draft a receipt.

Then he called to the bodyguards behind him and asked them to bring up the black leather case they were carrying.

Soon, tables and chairs were moved over and placed in the square, and the receipt draft prepared by the town mayor was also completed.

Sun Zhiwei first placed the black briefcase on the table, then checked the receipt. It stated that on [Date], he received a demolition compensation payment of XX rupees from Mr. James of Pinkerton Company. The payee was blank. He filled in the date clearly, changed the amount to $1, and finally, feeling it was about right, he shouted to the noisy square, "Quiet down!"

Once everyone quieted down and looked at him, he opened the black leather suitcase on the table.

Immediately, stacks of neatly arranged US dollars in the box came into view, and greed was revealed in the eyes of everyone, including the sailors with guns around them.

"The box contains US dollars, a stack of $1, which can be exchanged for 1 million rupees."

"This is the demolition compensation I personally advanced. Anyone who signs the agreement can get the money on the spot. It's 1 yuan per person, regardless of whether they are adults or children."

With a bang, all the residents in the square began to push forward, and even the sailors on guard couldn't help but move closer to the center of the square.

Sun Zhiwei immediately signaled to his bodyguard, who promptly drew his weapon and fired three shots into the air.

The deafening gunfire briefly dampened everyone's greed, and Sun Zhiwei seized the opportunity to set the rules.

“All residents lined up to receive the money in turn. Everyone had to come in person and put their fingerprint on the document before they could receive the money. Proxy collection was not allowed.”

Then he turned to the mayor and asked, "Mayor, are all the residents of Subi here?"

"Ah, sir, everything is here, including the two smallest babies."

"Okay, then you maintain order and don't let anyone disturb me while I'm distributing the money. Anyone who disobeys will be disqualified. I mean what I say."

"Yes, Mr. James."

After saying that, the mayor quickly ran into the crowd, found a few residents who were usually troublemakers, and made the consequences sound more serious before finally getting everyone to line up.

Then, the money was distributed. The town mayor was responsible for recording the names. Every time a name was written down, Sun Zhiwei would read it aloud so that everyone could supervise whether anyone was fraudulently claiming the money.

Then, residents whose names are read aloud are asked to put their fingerprints on their names.

Finally, he received a stack of US dollars from Sun Zhiwei, a total of 100 bills, each worth $100, for a total of $1.

This was more money than these residents could earn in a lifetime, and now they had it in their own hands. Everyone was overjoyed.

Time flies when the money is being distributed. Three hours later, the mother of the last baby in town held her baby's little hand and pressed her fingerprint on the certificate below the baby's name.

With this, the distribution of the demolition compensation was finally completed, and each of the 120 residents received their $1.

Some families with seven or eight members received seventy or eighty thousand yuan at once, which is a huge sum of money, enough to live on no matter where they move.

All the residents were dreaming about their wonderful future lives, excitedly discussing things like moving to a big city.

Apart from Sun Zhiwei, no one noticed the greed in the eyes of the heavily armed sailors surrounding the square.

All the US dollars in the box were distributed, and Sun Zhiwei didn't bother to take the empty box with him; he simply left it on the table.

"Mayor, when will you all be able to move out?"

“Mr. James, we should be able to finish packing by dark tomorrow. I heard that the Navy is going to send a transport ship to help us move.”

"That's good. I'll be going now. See you later."

(End of this chapter)