In An Village.
It was raining again.
With an umbrella in her hand, it was difficult for Song Yao to walk on the muddy road.
"I'm from the Song group. I'm here today to talk to you about the acquisition. Are you still dissatisfied with the terms of the acquisition?" "Fuck off!"
Song Yao was standing at the door of the house, which made the villagers dissatisfied.
An old middle-aged woman, dressed simply and with a dark face, broke out into curses, "What's the difference between you and the robbers before? You are just bragging. Give us money and let us move to a better place. But where can we go with the money you give us? Besides, we have lived here for more than half of our lives. We are uneducated and incompetent. What money can we make if we go out?" Song Yao could roughly understand what the middle-aged woman was thinking about. She turned his head and looked into the room. The decoration was old, and the whole room was a little old.