35-year-old Jiang Li was unmarried and childless, running her own small company with an annual income of several million, living a wonderful life.
19-year-old Jiang Li was pretty but brainles...
Jiang Li had already set the table, but his uncle was still sitting under the eaves working hard.
Jiang Li frowned slightly. She keenly felt that something was wrong with her uncle these days.
Although he was busy in the past, he always had time to rest.
Will he help her take care of the children and take time to chat with them?
But now, my uncle is busy day and night.
Every day when they fell asleep, their uncle was still knitting. In the morning, before they got up, their uncle was still sitting there knitting.
Looking at the dark circles under my uncle's eyes, his originally good complexion became worse at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jiang Li suspected several times that his uncle did not sleep all night. He tried to ask him several times, but his uncle said he had slept.
She also advised her uncle to take care of his health, take fewer orders and get more rest. Her uncle responded well, but in fact he did not do so at all.
The things he weaves have evolved from complex handicrafts in the beginning to simple gadgets now.
Bamboo baskets, bamboo shoes, bamboo pillows, and bags made of bamboo.
These things do not require much technical content, so the price is very cheap. Because they are produced in large quantities, it takes a lot of time to weave them.
My uncle has finally made a name for himself as a weaving company, but now he is troubled by these troubles. If this continues, he will not only lose his previous customers, but his own reputation may also be affected.
After dinner, my uncle threw away his bowl and chopsticks and started knitting hurriedly again.
Jiang Li found that his uncle's hands were covered with rough calluses, and there were bloody marks on the back of his hands from being scratched by bamboo sticks.
She looked at the bamboo shoes piled in the basket by her uncle and felt even more confused.
Why did my uncle choose to go so far away? Why did he give up a stable and high-income life to do these hard jobs?
Jiang Li was cautious and decided to spend three days focusing on her uncle and observing his every move.
The next morning, as soon as Jiang Yi arrived at school, Li Sixue came to Jiang Yi's seat with a newly bought gift.
"Jiang Yi, I bought you some little things, I hope you like them."
Li Sixue looked at Jiang Yi with a smile. She had a baby face and her eyes narrowed into two slits when she smiled, which made her look very pleasing.
This approach usually worked well for her in front of her elders, but she didn't expect Jiang Yi to just glance at her indifferently, take out the questions from his schoolbag, and start doing them in front of Li Sixue.
Li Sixue couldn't believe that she, who was always the center of attention, would one day be left out like this.
Even though she brought a smile and a gift, Jiang Yi still refused to buy it.
Jiang Yi quickly entered the state of doing the questions. Sometimes he frowned slightly, and sometimes he was ecstatic.
After a long time, he seemed to react. When he looked up and saw Li Sixue was still there, he explained.
"Teacher Li, I love doing math problems so much that I get obsessed with them. What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. Could you please say it again?"
Jiang Yi's nonchalant look really irritated Li Sixue. She had specially bought a gift for him, but Jiang Yi not only refused to accept it, but also treated her like this. Li Sixue immediately felt uncomfortable.
"nothing."
Li Sixue felt a little embarrassed looking at Jiang Yi's smiling face, and she suddenly didn't have the courage to give these things away.
"Oh, if you're alright, I'll continue with my homework."
Jiang Yi smiled brightly at her, lowered his head and started doing the questions again.
Li Sixue was not good at math to begin with, and seeing those densely packed questions gave her a headache.
Jiang Yi ignored her, so Li Sixue could only leave in silence with the gift.
The case at the quarry is still under further investigation. A lot of information and remains have been sent for examination. The current investigation results have not yet come out. Zhou Xinming went from being very busy at the beginning to being a little idle now.
He sorted out all the information of recent cases, including those of Zhang Yuhua, Song Baoshun and He Liwei.
Zhang Yuhua has now been reported by her two younger brothers, and there is solid evidence from both witnesses and physical evidence.
After Lu Qingjun confessed, there was solid evidence that Song Baoshun had paid someone to snatch Jiang Li's child.
He submitted the criminal evidence of the two men to the procuratorate, and the next step was to wait for the trial of the case.
Based on his past experience, once the case is confirmed, these two people will inevitably end up in jail.
I was too busy before and couldn't spare any manpower, so I still didn't take action against Song Baoshun even though the evidence was conclusive.
Now that he suddenly had some free time, Zhou Xinming immediately called several colleagues to Song Baoshun's workplace.
At this time, Song Baoshun was cleaning. The high-ranking leader in the past has now become a small fry who can be bullied by everyone.
Not only that, because he had offended so many people in the past and many people had opinions about him, everyone was trying to find ways to make trouble for him.
The gap between the two was so huge that Song Baoshun couldn't accept it at all.
He will be retiring in a few years, but Song Baoshun has to grit his teeth and endure it for the sake of his livelihood.
But he didn't expect that even though he was doing the hardest and most tiring work and had put aside his dignity and face, the people from the Public Security Bureau still wouldn't let him go.
"He is Song Baoshun. You guys should torture him."
Before Song Baoshun could react, two police officers held down his shoulders and cold handcuffs were put on his hands.
Song Baoshun was still holding the broom handle in his right hand, and he was under control.
"Who are you? Why do you treat me like this?"
Song Baoshun reacted and began to struggle violently. Although he had done many illegal things, even the people from the Public Security Bureau could not arrest him at will without solid evidence.
It was precisely because Song Baoshun felt confident that he dared to continue working in the unit.
If he had known that the Public Security Bureau had already got evidence against him, he would have probably fled at all costs.
However, it was too late now. Song Baoshun was frightened, but he tried to remain calm.
After all, he had been a leader for a period of time and had learned to control his emotions and remain calm even when faced with a huge crisis.
"Please show me your credentials and the reason why you treated me like this. If you don't have a reasonable explanation and you damage my reputation, I will make you pay the price!"
Song Baoshun's voice was sonorous and powerful, but Zhou Xinming's actions were without any hesitation.
Not only that, he also pushed Song Baoshun hard on the back.
"If you have anything to say, go to the Public Security Bureau!"
"Please show me your ID and the reason for your arrest. Otherwise, your arrest is illegal and I will not go with you!"
Song Baoshun was very stubborn and insisted that Zhou Xinming explain the whole story clearly.
Zhou Xinming originally didn't want to give him this face, but when he saw so many of Song Baoshun's colleagues craning their necks to look at him, he became very curious about this matter.
Since the person involved doesn't want to protect his privacy, don't blame him for taking this opportunity to tell everything.