RBCT Chapter 300 The Dispute at the Village Committee
Chapter 300 The Dispute at the Village Committee
At the end of the corridor, two figures emerged.
The concern on the two doctors' faces vanished instantly, as if a mask had been removed to reveal their true selves.
Malice and greed were blatantly displayed on their lips.
Essentially, they are a group of monsters in white coats, too deeply immersed in their roles, but their true nature remains unchanged.
The two people who arrived were Jiang Chaosheng and Yang Mi.
Jiang Chaosheng had heard every word of the doctor's conversation.
That "mayor" had no limbs, no head, and no internal organs—
Without a doubt, it was a monster, a monster that might have a terrifying appearance.
He walked to the door of the intensive care unit, casually took out his sheriff's badge, and spoke in a nonchalant tone:
"Sheriff".
A moment of surprise flashed across the faces of the two doctors.
Jiang Chaosheng expressionlessly took back the documents:
"I have work to report to the mayor."
A doctor spoke hesitantly:
"But...the mayor needs to rest."
Another doctor chimed in:
"Yes, you can't go in."
Before Jiang Chaosheng could speak, Yang Mi spoke first:
"I am a volunteer that the sheriff found."
She heard it.
I heard that the "mayor" needs limbs, internal organs, and a head—
It requires a living, breathing person to dissect it.
She also didn't forget the conditions Jiang Chaosheng had for saving people:
At some point, she will need to sacrifice herself to help him achieve his goal.
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at her in surprise.
This woman is quite bold, but her two long legs are shaking violently.
The two doctors looked Yang Mi up and down, their eyes gradually lighting up with excitement.
They exchanged a glance, as if dividing up prey:
"Not bad, good looks. The mayor will definitely like it."
"Then let's have a medical check-up first. If it's suitable, we can perform the surgery for the mayor tonight."
Jiang Chaosheng looked at Yang Mi with suspicion.
She couldn't possibly be unaware that this journey would mean certain death.
Yang Mi raised her face, pale with fear, and met the question in his eyes. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she whispered:
"I can't save someone and you have to pay the bill."
She came to save the father and son.
If you're going to save people, you should be prepared to do so.
What kind of enlightenment?
Rescuing people in this godforsaken place is dangerous; it could mean death.
Now that Jiang Chaosheng has rescued her, she can't act like a saint and start cherishing her own life again.
Whether they can survive depends on their abilities.
A doctor smiled gently at Yang Mi:
"Let's go then, let's go to the examination room first."
Another doctor said:
"I accompanied the sheriff to visit the mayor."
Yang Mi nodded:
"it is good."
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at Yang Mi, who was walking away with the doctor, and then turned to look at the person beside him.
The sheriff's badge carries considerable authority here, but the doctor still wouldn't allow him to meet the mayor alone.
It seems that this "mayor" is not in a good position right now.
The doctor pushed open the door, smiled, and bowed slightly.
"Please come in."
Jiang Chaosheng walked in and saw what was lying on the hospital bed—
He was completely stunned.
He slowly turned his head to look at the doctor. His eyes clearly said:
Are you kidding me?
Is this the mayor?
.....
Baiyu Village, Village Committee.
The old village chief sat in a chair, puffing on his pipe.
In the past two years, the village has benefited from the "Fox Spirit Antique Shop" TV series, transforming from a poor and remote area into a tourist hotspot, and every household has become wealthy.
But he still couldn't get used to cigarettes, only recognizing this old-fashioned dry tobacco—familiar, unassuming, and with a taste that seemed to grow from the earth.
He glanced at the villagers sitting around him, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
These people are the "big spenders" who benefited greatly from the production crew's bonuses.
Wang Ergou, who used to run a small shop, opened a large supermarket, and Liu Sanpao, who used to run a small restaurant, became a hotel owner...
One by one, small business owners have become wealthy old men.
They came tonight for the mountain god temple.
Liu Sanpao, with his legs crossed, fiddled with his newly bought gold chain, his attitude arrogant:
"Village chief, the fortune teller was wrong back then."
It wasn't Jiang Chaosheng who saved our village from a major disaster, it was Zhang Baiwei.
Do you know what the biggest disaster in our village is? It's poverty!
Director Zhang said he just wants to use the mountain god temple, why won't you let him use it?
Wang Ergou slammed his fist on the table, his face full of indignation:
"If they get angry and stop filming, and then just spread rumors about our village online, we'll go back to being poor!"
Others chimed in.
"That's right, village chief, it's only been two years since we recovered, we can't go back now!"
"Director Zhang told Brother Sanpao, without the mountain god temple, this play has no soul!"
"Jiang Chaosheng hasn't been back for so many years, why are you keeping watch over that dilapidated temple for him?"
The old village chief didn't speak, silently smoking his cigarette.
It's unclear who leaked those old stories from the village.
Zhang Baiwei originally thought the mountain god temple was a village religion, so he was too embarrassed to get involved.
Now that he hears it, it's just an old house belonging to a villager who has been away from home for many years, protected only by a fortune teller's words, and Zhang Baiwei is furious.
Instead of making the calls himself, Zhang Baiwei mobilized several of the biggest beneficiaries in the village.
These people are receiving benefits from the production team, so of course they'll speak up for them.
Tonight, they're here to put pressure on us.
Liu Sanpao frowned and urged:
"Village chief, say something!"
The old village chief sighed, his voice neither loud nor soft:
"Mr. Li said that Chaosheng will save our village from a major disaster."
"You've destroyed Chaosheng's home and offended him. Do you think he'll come back to help avert disaster?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Sanpao's anger flared up instantly:
"Village chief, what era are we living in? Are you still clinging to feudal superstitions?"
The old village chief gently shook his head and didn't reply.
These people used to be the most superstitious.
Now that life is better, they've started spouting grand principles.
But he had no doubt about Mr. Li's abilities—he had personally witnessed Mr. Li using magic.
These people now have full pockets and no longer worry about chickens, ducks, geese, or dogs, so they don't care about small amounts of money and no longer take him, the village chief, seriously.
Seeing that he still wouldn't budge, Liu Sanpao decided to completely break off all pretense of civility:
"I'm telling you this now, the Mountain God Temple will definitely be filmed by the crew."
I brought the villagers here not to discuss this with you, but to inform you.
Don't think you're so great just because you're the village chief.
The town mayor even came to my restaurant to have dinner with Director Zhang a few days ago.
With someone taking the lead, the others also became bolder.
"That's right, White Fish Village belongs to all of us, not just you!"
"You can't be bureaucratic, village chief!"
"It's not worth offending Director Zhang over a fortune teller's words!"
Wang Ergou suddenly looked out the window and pricked up his ears:
"Is someone shouting something outside?"
The room fell silent.
It's 11 o'clock, who would be outside the village committee?
Everyone heard it—someone was really shouting, the voice drifting in from the night, getting closer and closer.
"Is anyone there? I have an email—"
The old village chief froze upon hearing this.
Mr. Li once said that a major disaster was about to strike the village, a disaster beyond people's imagination.
That disaster...was not man-made!
These words hung over my heart like a sword.
The deliveryman's voice just now was like a snapped string pulling a sword.
Zhang Sanpao saw the village chief's panic and sneered:
"Look, this is the trouble caused by feudal superstition."
He's just a deliveryman, yet he scared the village chief like this.
Okay, I'll go check and see who mailed anything to the village committee.