Chapter 84

Director Hu came relatively late and didn't look too good.

Hearing from Old Luo, the conversation in the morning was not very pleasant.

Wei Qiang was very irritable; he still had to work, so where would he have time to take care of his wife and children? Moreover, he had been busy recently, but he was a filial son. Although he was unhappy in his heart, he didn't say anything bad about his parents.

Sister Hua said: "I just hope Wei Qiang doesn't turn around and blame Zhang Quan for dragging him down."

At this time, Huang Juan and Sister Qiao walked in. They went to Wei Qiang's house in the morning and helped tidy up the room. Huang Juan frowned and said to Director Hu: "There is a matter here that is difficult to handle. The money Wei Qiang put in the drawer is gone. Wei Qiang said he left fifty yuan and quite a few coupons for the family when he left. I told him to go to his parents' house at noon to ask how much is left."

Wei Qiang also told Huang Juan where the money was kept at the time.

But after Huang Juan went, she found that the wallet containing the money in the drawer had disappeared, let alone the money and coupons.

Everyone was silent for a moment; most people were inclined to believe that Old Zhang Tou and Mother Liu took the money, but there was no evidence now.

It just depends on how Wei Qiang reacts.

Old Luo said: "Wei Qiang naturally won't say his parents are bad. Although that person has a quick temper, he is very filial."

Old Hu said sternly: "There is nothing wrong with being filial to parents; don't use this as an excuse. And don't draw conclusions casually about things without evidence."

Everyone stopped talking.

Director Hu was right; this is a unit, and one cannot bring personal emotions into viewing various disputes that occur.

Lu Qiaoge originally wanted to find Director Hu to report on the shortbread matter and her thoughts.

But Director Hu came and went in a hurry, called away by Factory Director Hao with a phone call.

However, with Director Hu away, reporting to Deputy Director Huang was the same.

She didn't expect Huang Juan to call Lu Qiaoge: "Come, go with me to Wei Qiang's parents' house."

Lu Qiaoge saw Sister Qiao take someone to the second district just now.

She thought they weren't going to Wei Qiang's house anymore.

That naturally meant following Huang Juan quickly.

Both of them had bicycles, and the place they were going to was the seventh district.

It took about twenty minutes to ride there.

When they arrived, both of them were sweating.

Huang Juan looked at Lu Qiaoge and was very relieved, praising: "I really didn't expect that you, Qiao Ge, would work like this."

Lu Qiaoge smiled: "Aunt Huang, I must work hard. Not only can I not lose face for my parents, but I also won't let you, who worked so hard to get the recommendation quota, worry."

Huang Juan smiled very comfortably: "That's the logic, work hard!"

At this time, an old lady saw the two and greeted them happily: "Deputy Director Huang, are you here for a visit?"

Old Huang smiled and said: "Aunt Zhou, I'm going to Wei Qiang's parents' house."

Aunt Zhou blinked her eyes, leaned forward and said: "Wei Qiang just left. I heard Mother Liu crying and shouting about how she is old and in poor health, so how could she have the energy to take care of her daughter-in-law and grandson? She also said she didn't intend to leave without saying goodbye; it was Zhang Quan who lost her temper and insulted the two old people first, so she left in a fit of anger. She also said she didn't know who stole the money in the house, and told Wei Qiang to hurry to the security section to report the case..."

Huang Juan and Lu Qiaoge looked at each other.

Old Wei Tou and Mother Liu didn't take the money, so who took the fifty yuan?

Aunt Zhou said: "Mother Liu is also... since she knows she is old and can't take care of her daughter-in-law, then let Zhang Quan's mother take care of her. Why did she have to insist on doing it? In the end, wasn't it for Zhang Quan's subsidies and wages?"

This intention was too obvious.

You could see at a glance what it was for.

Huang Juan took Lu Qiaoge and knocked on the door of Wei Qiang's parents' house.

Only Old Wei Tou and Mother Liu, who looked unwell, were at home.

Seeing it was Huang Juan, Old Wei Tou hurriedly said: "Deputy Director Huang, I was just about to find you. This is unreasonable; my wife and I didn't touch a cent of my youngest son's house."

On the other side, Mother Liu also said angrily: "How can there be such a neighbor? Helping out can lead to stealing people's money and stirring up discord between our mother and son. Just now my youngest son got angry at me and asked if I took the money. I was wronged to death."

Lu Qiaoge was naturally a long-mouthed person.

She directly said to Mother Liu and Old Wei Tou: "Let me introduce myself first. I am a mediator from the neighborhood office. My name is Lu Qiaoge. This morning, Aunt Fatty, who lives downstairs from your youngest son, came to the neighborhood office, saying that the mop was placed on the windowsill again, and the dirty water on it dripped onto her window glass."

"Then I followed Aunt Fatty. I didn't expect your little grandson, Little Bao, to be standing on a stool pulling the mop, but he was really too small and didn't have enough strength. It might also be that he was anxious and scared, so he fell to the ground."

"After Aunt Fatty and I heard the movement, we rushed to your youngest son's house. Then we saw Little Bao sitting on the ground crying loudly and Zhang Quan lying on the bed unconscious."

"Aunt Fatty and I went in together. At that time, Aunt Fatty held Little Bao, while I checked Zhang Quan's situation and found her forehead was burning hot, so I picked her up and rushed downstairs. Then Aunt Fatty came out holding Little Bao. Aunt Fatty and I can testify for each other. We didn't go to the bedroom."

Wei Qiang's house was not big, with only one bedroom, a living room, and a bathroom.

Old Wei Tou and Mother Liu lived in the bedroom.

Then Zhang Quan's family of three lived on the big bed in the living room.

The money was kept in the drawer of the desk in the bedroom.

Old Wei Tou and Mother Liu didn't expect the little comrade from the neighborhood office to speak as fast as popping beans.

For a moment, they didn't react.

After a long while, Old Wei Tou said: "You... you little comrade, I didn't say you took the money."

Then he added: "But there were others at the time, and it was chaotic with all kinds of people."

Huang Juan's expression gradually became stern.

Cadres in this era were very simple; most of them rose from the grassroots, had no airs, and wouldn't care who you were or what background you had when they scolded people.

How should I put it?

Actually, this is an era with a lot of human touch.

Cadres and workers can really get along well.

The working class is the leading class, and that's not just talk.

So Huang Juan criticized them sternly without any politeness.

"Let's not talk about the money for now; the security section or the police station will handle that. What I want to talk about is the behavior of the two of you."

"Even if Zhang Quan acted excessively, she is a patient now, and her emotions are somewhat agitated. As elders, we should give understanding, consideration, care, and love, instead of leaving without caring, especially when your youngest son was not at home."

"Mother Liu, you often live at your youngest son's house. You should know that your youngest son sometimes goes to the mine and might not come home for half a month. So, did you two old people ever think about what would happen to a paralyzed daughter-in-law and a five-year-old grandson if you left them behind?"

Old Wei Tou and Mother Liu's complexions were both very bad.

If someone else said this to them, he would definitely have ten thousand reasons.

But this is Deputy Director Huang of the Xiang Yang Neighborhood Office.

And their behavior indeed couldn't stand scrutiny.

The two of them kept their faces gloomy and didn't speak.

Why does everyone not like to talk? It's so cold and quiet~ continuing to ask for monthly tickets.