Zhang Yang pondered for a while, and Mr. An’s words made sense. Although he was rich and was born in Chunyang, there was no reason to let others invest money in their hometown? Zhang Yang whispered: "I can understand Mr. An’s decision. I will try my best to help with the cemetery. But can the matter of erecting a archway for Sun Erniang temporarily slow down?"

An Zhiyuan originally thought that Zhang Yang would completely reject him when he heard that he did not invest, but unexpectedly, Zhang Yang actually said this, and felt a little surprised.

Only then did Zhang Yang tell An Zhiyuan what Liu Chuankui opposed. An Zhiyuan understood that his second mother was Liu Chuankui's enemy who killed his father. She put herself in her shoes and thought about it. Liu Chuankui really couldn't swallow this. He whispered: "Zhang Yang, can you arrange for me to meet Secretary Liu?"

This requirement was not too much and was not difficult for Zhang Yang. He drove An Zhiyuan to Shangqinghe Village at that time.

Liu Chuankui was surprised by An Zhiyuan's visit. For a long time, he kept holding a dry cigarette and clattering hard. In fact, the hatred between him and An Zhiyuan was a little unclear. An Zhiyuan's second mother bombed his father to death. Everyone outside knew that his father wanted to go and act bravely, but Liu Chuankui knew in his heart that his mother had complained more than once that his father was not a good person, and he coveted Sun Erniang's appearance. He originally wanted to peep at him, but who would have thought that a grenade would bring him in. But no matter what his father's motives, there was no doubt that Sun Erniang was his enemy who killed his father.

After Zhang Yang introduced them to each other, An Zhiyuan broke the deadlock first and smiled and said, "Secretary Liu, I came here to apologize for my granddaughter's affairs. She was young, impulsive and ignorant, so she offended so many villagers. Don't worry, I will be responsible for their medical expenses."

Liu Chuankui vomited a cloud of smoke and looked at the ground with his eyes.

An Zhiyuan said: "I have always had a wish to bury my father and my second mother together, but because I have not found my father's grave for many years, it has been delayed until now. I know that it is wrong to cause trouble to the villagers as soon as I come back for so many years. But as his son, I have to do something for my parents." He said it very emotionally.

Liu Chuankui took a strong breath of dry tobacco and said, "Your father is a bandit, I can't let his grave destroy the Feng Shui of our village!"

Zhang Yang, who was listening, was secretly happy. Secretary Liu was so straightforward. The reason why this guy brought Mr. An quickly was to make Liu Chuankui reject him. Anyway, An Zhiyuan had decided not to invest anymore, and there was no need for him to waste his efforts on his affairs. It would be better if Secretary Liu refused him in one go!

An Zhiyuan nodded and said, "Yes, my father is a bandit, but he has been dead for so many years. What mistakes have long become history. If Secretary Liu promised to give me that piece of land, I would build a road for Shangqinghe Village and spend some money to improve your living conditions. What do you think?"

"We are not short of money!" Liu Chuankui said coldly. What he hates the most is that these rich people think that they can do everything with money. Although the people in the mountains are poor, they have backbone.

An Zhiyuan looked at Zhang Yang for help. Zhang Yang actually felt quite sympathetic to the old man. He ran from Hong Kong all the way to bury his parents together. He never thought that this wish would not be satisfied.

Zhang Yang said to Liu Chuankui: "Secretary Liu, Mr. An has decided not to set up a archway. Look at the cemetery..."

Liu Chuankui shook his head resolutely and said, "I can't take the future of the thousand-handed sluts of the whole village as a bet. An Dahuzi is a bandit. If he buried it there, all the feng shui in our village will be destroyed and the spiritual energy in the village will be gone. What should we do in the future if these descendants go to the east of the village to choose a piece of land, and I will make the decision to give it to you!"

An Zhiyuan walked out of Shangqinghe Village Committee with a lonely expression.

Looking at Old An’s lonely back, Zhang Yang felt a little unbearable and chased after him and said, "Old An, I'll take you back!"

An Zhiyuan shook his head, and he waved his hand: "I want to be alone and be quiet!" He slowly walked towards Qingyun Peak.

Zhang Yang watched the old man walk away listlessly, and was always worried about something going on with the old man, but he was afraid that An Zhiyuan would be angry when he followed him. After waiting for a while, he followed him and asked the villagers who came down from the mountain to find out that An Zhiyuan had indeed gone up the mountain. There was no need to ask him that he must have gone to his father's grave. Zhang Yang hesitated for a while and decided to go up the mountain. After all, as the deputy director of the investment promotion office, the only goal of investment is An Zhiyuan. Whether he invests or not is a trivial matter. If An Lao makes any mistake, this account will probably be kept on him. After all, the old man is so old, he should take care of him more in everything.
Chapter completed!