The village wanted to build an airport and pay compensation for land expropriation. I was the first to rush forward and sign, and received 2.8 Million yuan to move to the city. The village chief laughed at me for being stupid. If I stayed for another two months, I could get an extra million. They banded together to act as dealers, blocking the entrance to the construction site every day to raise prices. A year later, I drove back to the village to visit the grave. Those hard-working people squatted on the edge of the wasteland, holding my hand and crying. The airport was renamed and there was no money left.
