Chapter 285

Over here, Teacher He said, "We've had cases like this before — kids bullying veterans, even beating other kids to death. The perpetrators are still locked up to this day."

"Then how exactly should this be handled?"

The lawyer on this side said, "If the parents want compensation, they can get it. Chen Fan's forensic report needs to be written truthfully. Speaking honestly, the girl first had a lung infection, then her constitution declined from poisoning, and then she ate peanuts and had an allergic reaction, and died. Of these three factors, if any one were missing, the girl wouldn't have died. The judge will rule in favor of compensation."

Over here, the newly arrived lead flower said, "It's my very first day, and it's already like this? It can't be that bad, right?"

Brother Yi on the side said, "We're all people with kids. How much money have you thrown away at your kid's kindergarten?"

"Probably more than that."

This time the visitors were a duo — the reason was simple, because their recent songs were genuinely blowing up.

Meanwhile, on one side, Song Zuer said, "Am I the only one who noticed that Peanut Dew has no peanuts in it?"

Peanut Dew with no peanuts?

Everyone recalled it instantly.

Chen Fan was writing something over here.

Old Liu on the side said, "What are you writing?"

"The cost, of course. 3.5—"

"What cost?"

Here, Chen Fan set the paper down and said, "Written from a chemical standpoint. Based on the substances present, I calculated that the cost of the food in the girl's stomach was seven mao and eight fen — and that's using the highest market price for the dishes."

"??????"

Seven mao and eight fen.

Not even seven yuan?

Holy shit — these cafeteria people, is this how they take the money and treat these kids?

Old Liu was speechless and said, "On purpose?"

"Of course it was on purpose. These people could just go rob someone, but they still gave the kids their meals. The reason these kids' bodies had problems wasn't sudden — it was all caused by long-term malnutrition. Teacher, didn't you write that on the deceased's autopsy report too? Malnutrition?"

Old Liu said, "Sigh, but the cafeteria side will say the parents didn't take good care of the kid."

"Parents who can fork out ten thousand yuan a year for food — how could they not take good care of their own kid? This school isn't cheap. What were you arguing about back then?"

"You, you — are you really trying to work the Laosong Society to death or what?"

Sure enough, Old Song called Chen Fan and said, "Chen Fan, next time you expose these black-hearted companies, can you give us a heads-up first? Right now a group of parents has rushed over and is surrounding the cafeteria, refusing to leave. Damn it, they've smashed a ton of the glass."

"Serves them right. They swindle kids' money — if these people don't deserve to die, who does?"

Old Liu was speechless. He reached out, patted Chen Fan on the shoulder, and handed him a sheet of paper. "Write it."

"Write it, I don't care. Let me tell you, Teacher — a five-thousand-word self-criticism, I can finish it in a minute."

"Mm, this time it's fifty thousand words."

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