"Doctor, please take a look at him, what's wrong with him?" Lin Qiao didn't think much of it when she heard the doctor's words, her mind was focused on treating Li Jianfeng.

The doctor examined him and said there was nothing serious, just excessive stress, and advised him to take medication and rest well.

Lin Qiao then suggested that Li Jianfeng lie in the infirmary for half a day.

"No need, let's go."

Li Jianfeng insisted on returning to the classroom.

Lin Qiao then realized that the doctor's words had a profound meaning.

She let Li Jianfeng go first, while she stayed behind to probe the doctor, and only then did she confirm that the person who saved her on the day of the rainstorm was indeed him.

Lin Qiao felt as if she had been struck hard in the chest, making it hard to breathe.

A wave of guilt washed over her. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Li Jianfeng. She had been misunderstanding him all this time, deliberately ignoring him, and saying hurtful things during their arguments.

She decided to apologize to him properly.

Back in the classroom, she saw Li Jianfeng resting on his desk.

She took out her college entrance exam review materials and handed them to him, saying:

"I'm sorry, I just found out that you risked your life to save me that day, and I misunderstood you! As an apology, here's a copy of the review materials my brother printed. I hope you can do well in next year's college entrance exam. If you don't understand anything, I'll tutor you."

"don't want."

Li Jianfeng refused, his expression revealing suppressed anger.

Lin Qiao thought he was still angry, so she put the book in his desk drawer. But then, the mask fell out of his bag.

Li Jianfeng quickly picked up the mask, stuffed it into his backpack, and yelled at her:

"I said no, why are you touching my backpack!"

Lin Qiao said, feeling aggrieved, "I just wanted to give you the book!"

With that, she threw the book on his desk, turned around and sat up straight, no longer speaking to him.

Seriously, Li Jianfeng must have some serious illness. He got so angry just from accidentally bumping into a backpack. What was that piece of skin that fell off earlier? It looked like a mask.

Li Jianfeng didn't care about her study materials, but the other students in the class saw them and eagerly passed them around.

Lin Qiao told everyone that if they wanted to buy books, they could register with her. If they wanted a lot, her brother would send over a batch of books at a 20% discount.

There are six senior classes at No. 6 Middle School, with a total of more than 300 students. If we can close this deal, it will be a huge source of income.

Jiang Ning and Lin Chen are busy every day, and their pockets are full every day.

Soon it was time to register for the college entrance examination.

People in the countryside register at the neighborhood office, and people in the city register at the neighborhood office. The registration fee is 50 cents.

Initially, there were age and marital restrictions, but after someone raised concerns with the central government, a document was immediately issued authorizing that the exam would be open to all, including married individuals.

Furthermore, the Ministry of Education has established the principle of "voluntary registration and selection based on merit," and communes and sub-district offices are not allowed to obstruct registration for any reason.

In no time, anyone with even a little bit of education flocked to the registration site.

Jiang Ning and Lin Chen also came to the commune's registration point to register.

Lin Chen looked at the long queue, took the review materials, and passed them around to promote them.

In this situation, as soon as one person gets interested in his study materials, everyone else will follow suit and surround him.

He had already placed orders for dozens of documents before even registering.

Just as everyone was pushing and shoving, two people wearing red armbands squeezed through the crowd and came to Lin Chen.

"Are you Lin Chen from Chayuan Village?" a short, chubby man in a red armband asked coldly.

Lin Chen nodded: "Is there something you need?"

“Come with us. Someone has reported you for speculation and profiteering.”

As they spoke, the two men each grabbed one of his arms and tried to take him away.

Jiang Ning panicked and blocked his way with her pregnant belly:

"Do you have any evidence? How can you just arrest people like this?"

Another tall, thin man with a red armband explained amiably:

"Someone just searched your house and found two thousand yuan in cash. Does Lin Chen have to come with us to explain the source of this large amount of wealth?"

The crowd was in an uproar. Lin Chen's family was too rich; they found two thousand yuan in one search.

Lin Chen was equally shocked. How could there only be two thousand yuan?

Jiang Ning has at least 50,000 yuan.

My wife is really clever; she hid the money so well.

He touched Jiang Ning's face and comforted her:

"Don't worry, they won't do anything to me. I'll just explain where the money came from."

Jiang Ning nodded and secretly slipped a pack of cigarettes into the pocket of the tall, thin man with the red armband.

Lin Chen was taken to the police station by the red armband holder and asked to be interrogated by the police station staff.

When Gao Baoliang saw Lin Chen, he winked at him, meaning that he shouldn't worry and that everything would be fine with him there.

Lin Chen remained calm and composed during the interrogation, insisting that he earned the money by selling clothes.

The tailor shop is officially certified, and the money it earns is legal. Why is it being arrested?

The chubby-faced man with the red armband sat in the interrogation table, disbelieving his words, and said with a cold expression:

"The whistleblower letter said that you were not just selling clothes, but also reselling wood ear mushrooms and polyester fabrics, which are all considered hoarding and speculation."

Lin Chen said expressionlessly, "I grow wood ear mushrooms for my own consumption, and I buy polyester fabric for making my own clothes. If you have evidence that I'm reselling supplies, please produce it!"

The chubby man with the red armband trembled with anger: "You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, will you? Then don't blame us for using some tricks."

His original intention was to suggest that the police use torture to extract confessions.

Gao Baoliang stood behind him, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Comrade, your idea is not advisable. How can you resort to violence during a simple interrogation!"

Okay, everyone, take a break and carefully review the evidence we have on hand.

He told Lin Chen to go back to the cell where the prisoners were being held at the police station to rest, while he chatted with the two men wearing red armbands.

The person who slipped the complaint letter to the neighborhood committee could describe so many details about Lin Chen, including his nickname in the black market and his appearance, so they must have been someone who frequently came into contact with him.

He wanted to see who was really trying to mess with Lin Chen!

He asked the two men to recall if anyone had seen the person who sent the letter.

The tall, thin-faced man suddenly remembered something and abruptly jumped up from his seat.

"Director Gao, I have something to report to you. Actually, on the morning I received the report, I went to work early. When I was almost at the neighborhood office, I brushed past someone. However, this person's appearance was absolutely not that of someone who could possibly be there. At the time, I thought I was seeing things!"

As he finished speaking, a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Gao Baoliang stared intently at him: "What do you mean by 'someone who is absolutely impossible'?"

The woman with the thin face wiped the sweat from her forehead and said in a panic:

"That face is almost exactly the same as the person whose throat was slit a year ago."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

Although Gao Baoliang was not at the police station at the time, he was still shaken by the case. Because of his fear, he led the militia to conduct close patrols in the commune brigade for several months.

Unexpectedly, the murderer did not appear, but the victim did.