Chapter 222: Rain and Dew

Jian Qingyi didn't pick anyone, she just caught whoever she wanted, and she would throw bricks at them...

In the dark living room, "clicking" sounds came one after another.

Along with this, there were also the heart-wrenching cries of Li Pingwei and others.

Only when several people collapsed on the ground and screamed like ghosts did Jian Qingyi drop the brick in his hand.

Thinking of the wound on his scumbag father's head, Jian Qingyi picked up the wine glass on the table.

"Pah!" a few sounds.

It made the four of them's brains explode.

The main goal is to treat everyone equally.

Before leaving, Jian Qingyi did not forget to overturn the dining table.

She doesn’t even have anything to eat, what the hell do they want to eat!

When passing by the kitchen, Jian Qingyi picked up the iron pot on the stove and smashed it to the ground.

It was not until footsteps were heard at the door that Jian Qingyi quietly left along the window sill.

She waited until the yard became noisy before opening the door and going out.

"Dad, what happened? Why is there such a commotion?" Jian Qingyi rubbed his eyes pretentiously.

He looked as if he had just woken up.

"Who knows!" Jian Zhongliang lowered his head and swept the broken glass on the ground.

Obviously, he is not in the mood to care about the mess outside.

"Bang bang bang..." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Jian Zhongliang and Jian Qingyi looked at each other.

One was full of confusion, the other was trying hard to hold back his laughter.

At this point, you can figure out what's going on just by using your toes.

"I'll go open the door." Jian Qingyi took the initiative.

"Watch your step." Jian Zhongliang warned worriedly.

There were broken glass pieces everywhere, and even if you swept it once, there was no guarantee that there would be no glass that would escape.

"I know!" Jian Qingyi walked lightly to open the door.

"Is Deputy Director Jian at home?" The middle-aged man outside the door had sweat all over his forehead. While speaking, he did not forget to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Jian Qingyi opened the door and motioned for him to look for himself.

The middle-aged man looked in the direction Jian Qingyi pointed...

Although the broken glass on the ground had been swept away, the previous mess could still be seen.

And the winding red wine stain on the floor...

In other words, the wattage of the light bulb is high enough. If the light is a little dimmer, it would be a crime scene.

"Deputy Director Jian, you guys here..." The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with unconcealable shock.

"I don't know who threw a brick into our house. Not only did it destroy our dinner, but it also broke the wine." Jian Zhongliang sighed a little irritably.

Ever since he came here, he has been kind to others.

He would spare no effort to help as long as he could.

"Bricks again..." The middle-aged man looked shocked.

"What are bricks?" Jian Zhongliang looked puzzled.

"Li Pingwei, Chen Xiaohu, He Xiaodong, and Zhao Xiaoxi were beaten with bricks. The four of them were covered in blood, their heads were broken, and look at their hands and feet..." The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed.

"What's wrong with your hands and feet?" Jian Zhongliang asked.

"His hands and feet are deformed. I guess they were broken by someone." The middle-aged man lowered his voice.

"Oh! By the way, Director Xu has already asked someone to send them to the hospital. Director Xu asked us to go to his house for a small meeting." The middle-aged man suddenly remembered this.

"Deputy Director Jian, let's go! Don't keep Director Xu waiting too long."

Jian Zhongliang put down the broom, looked at Jian Qingyi, and reminded her worriedly, "Yiyi, go to bed early after dinner. Don't touch these things. Wait for Aunt Li to clean them up."

Jian Qingyi nodded.

"Don't think too much, Dad is here!" Before leaving, Jian Zhongliang turned around and said.

Jian Qingyi: "..."

He didn't think it was a brick thrown by the family from the machinery factory, did he?

When Jian Zhongliang and the middle-aged man went over, several leaders from the factory were already sitting in Xu Daguo's living room.

Seeing Jian Zhongliang coming, Xu Daguo hurriedly asked his wife to make tea.

"Soak in the Bitan Piaoxue that your brother got for me." Afraid that his wife didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, Xu Daguo pointed it out specifically.

"Hey!" Xu Daguo's wife responded with a smile and made tea skillfully.

She's not stupid.

Don't you know how to treat the political commissar's father-in-law well?!

Even if she doesn't consider his face, she has to consider her brother's face.

"Have you eaten? If not, ask your sister-in-law to make something for you." Xu Daguo said politely.

"have eaten!"

"have eaten!"

Everyone smiled and nodded.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just a polite remark.

"Deputy Director Jian hasn't eaten yet!" the middle-aged man suddenly spoke.

"...I'm not hungry yet." Jian Zhongliang started cursing in his heart.

If he didn’t eat it, then he didn’t eat it. Why would he say it out loud?

If I skip a meal, will I starve to death?!

"Wife, go and cook a bowl of glutinous rice balls for Zhongliang! Remember to add a few eggs." Xu Daguo said hurriedly.

"Brother Zhongliang, do you like to eat sugar-covered dumplings or small dumplings?" Xu Daguo's wife asked with a smile.

"Sister-in-law, there's really no need to bother me. I'm not hungry." Jian Zhongliang looked uncomfortable.

I cursed the middle-aged man over and over again in my heart.

"Then I'll make you some sugar-coated dumplings. I just happened to have made walnut and peanut fillings today." After Xu Daguo's wife said this, she didn't give Jian Zhongliang a chance to refuse and turned to go to the kitchen.

Come out again with a big bowl of dumplings in his hand.

It’s more like boiled eggs in sugar water than glutinous rice balls.

There were only a few small dumplings floating in the huge soup bowl, and the rest were all poached eggs.

Everyone glanced at the bowl, and their expressions changed at the same time.

How could these old neighbors not know what kind of personality the factory director's wife has?

Last year, no one had eaten, so the factory director asked his wife to cook a bowl of noodles, and it really was just a bowl of noodles.

Not to mention egg drops, there wasn't even any chopped green onions.

Today's bowl of glutinous rice balls looks...

It's really strange.

"Sister-in-law, this is too much..." Jian Zhongliang's face was full of embarrassment.

"Brother Zhongliang, it's not much. There's water at the bottom." The factory director's wife handed the bowl to Jian Zhongliang with a smile.

In that case, if you don't know, you might think Jian Zhongliang is some important relative of her family.

"Zhongliang, please eat! These things won't fill you up or make you feel full." Xu Daguo also said with a smile.

Jian Zhongliang smiled stiffly.

She cursed the middle-aged man again in her heart.

Jian Zhongliang had lived for decades and had never eaten so many eggs in one meal.

Twelve in total.

Six dumplings and twelve eggs.

This can't even be called Tangyuan.

After this meal, Jian Zhongliang didn’t want to eat eggs for the whole year.

"You all know about Li Pingwei, Chen Xiaohu, Zhou Xiaodong, and Zhao Xiaoxi, right?" Director Xu went straight to the point.

Everyone nodded.

"What do you think about this..." Director Xu looked at everyone in the room.

"I think they must have offended someone, and judging by the injuries on the four of them, that group of people must be difficult to deal with..." the middle-aged man expressed his opinion.

After a pause, the middle-aged man added, "Oh, by the way, that group also smashed up Deputy Director Jian's house."

Jian Zhongliang: “…”

He doesn't speak, so no one treats him as a mute.