The excavator stopped.
Once again, silence fell over the scene.
The members of the demolition team also turned to look at Zhao Ji and Brother Tyrant.
Zhao Ji frowned, "Are you sure this old man is just running a small convenience store? What's with the military uniform? An old revolutionary?"
Brother Tyrant squinted and said, "True old revolutionaries live in cadre rest homes. How could he be stuck running a small store in this shabby place?"
Zhao Ji thought it made sense but was still a bit worried.
After all, so many people were watching.
If this old man really served in the military and someone posted it online, causing a public outcry, that would be bad.
Zhao Ji said, "For today, let's hold off on the demolition. Check this old man's background thoroughly for me."
Brother Tyrant said, "President Zhao, is that necessary?"
"Investigate first, make sure there are no issues before proceeding."
