"That's right, it seems we still need to rectify the atmosphere in our department."
Zheng Xiaoren was so weak he almost collapsed to the ground.
The minister walked past him and asked Jiang Ci, "Is your director here?"
“He’s in his office.” Jiang Ci was very perceptive. “Boss, I’ll take you to him.”
"No need, you go and do your thing."
Despite saying that, Jiang Ci still helped open the door.
Jiang Ci glanced towards the director's office, then quickly looked away.
Return to your seat and continue writing the eulogy.
He glanced at Zheng Xiao, whose face was deathly pale, and his expression turned stern.
...
There was no opportunity to earn extra money today. After finishing his chores, Zhou Mingli left with Chef Mo.
One good thing about the kitchen is that if there are leftovers, the cook is expected to take them home by default.
Chef Mo wanted to take Zhou Mingli as his apprentice, so he was naturally willing to share some of his earnings with him.
The food was all dishes the employees had never tried before. Zhou Mingli packed it into a lunchbox, and as he walked out, he asked Chef Mo, "Do you know anyone willing to help take care of the children?"
Chef Mo was somewhat surprised and asked, "Why are you asking this?"
Zhou Mingli didn't hide anything, saying, "My wife also has a job now. Although our children are still in kindergarten, they will definitely have a holiday next month. They are still young, and we are not comfortable leaving them alone at home."
"Where are your parents? Aren't they going to help take care of things? At the very least, your mother-in-law could come."
Zhou Mingli's face showed a hint of 'embarrassment', "My parents have passed away, my wife..."
Chef Mo understood the awkwardness he was expressing.
Zhou Mingli's wife probably doesn't have a good relationship with her family, otherwise she wouldn't have asked him about this.
"I'll ask around for you."
"Thank you, Master."
After leaving his workplace, Zhou Mingli walked home.
Passing by Huaihua Hutong, I heard someone cursing.
“Your father is dead! I, as your uncle, have been taking care of you, and you don’t even appreciate it. You’re out there all day causing trouble and stealing things! You’re never home, Huang Zheyue! Tell me, how can you be so clueless!”
Huang Zheyue?
Zhou Mingli turned his head and saw a man whipping someone with a belt.
The person who was whipped was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old. There were already bruises on his face, clearly from being whipped with a belt.
It was already mid-November, and very cold, yet he was dressed quite thinly, and upon closer inspection, there were even bloodstains on his clothes.
The neighbors around Huang Zheyue looked at her but didn't say anything wrong about the man's smoking. Instead, they said, "That's right, Zheyue, your father has already passed away. The police have confirmed it. How can you blame your uncle?"
“You’re still young, and your family still needs your uncle’s help to support it. How can you possibly send your uncle away?”
"Zheyue, quickly apologize to your uncle. This family doesn't hold grudges overnight."
Huang Zheyue glared at the man with hatred. "That's my home. Even though my father is dead, it's still my home. You should have left in the first place. You shameless family members are occupying my house. You are the ones who deserve to die!"
Huang Gong felt a chill run down his spine from Huang Zheyue's hateful gaze. Realizing what was happening, he became even more enraged and went up to slap Huang Zheyue hard across the face.
Before he could even pull up the belt, he was grabbed.
"What are you doing! How can you hit a child like that!"
The people who came were from the neighborhood.
"It's none of your business how I discipline my own child!" Engineer Huang said angrily, his voice involuntarily carrying a hint of cruelty.
"I'm not your child! You're a thief who took over my house!" Huang Zheyue's voice was firm. She got up in a disheveled state and limped to the street leader. "You brought this family of thieves to my house. Now that my father is dead outside, they want to take over my and my father's house and force me to leave! I can't go home now, you must take responsibility!"
The street official's face darkened when he heard Huang Zheyue's words.
Huang Gong was indeed someone they found, originally intending to find someone to take care of Huang Zheyue, but unexpectedly they brought a wolf into the house.
"How dare you talk nonsense!"
Huang was furious. "If I hadn't been supporting you, you would have died last year! I think you're the ungrateful one!"
"I was going to die last year! I bet you were the one who wanted to beat me to death last year!" Huang Zheyue's small mouth rattled off a string of curses. "If it weren't for you, you little bastard, beating me every day, I could be running around on my own! What uncle beats his nephew to death to discipline him? I bet you just wanted to beat me to death so you could take over my house!"
"You're incredibly treacherous! I can see right through you!"
Huang Zheyue gripped the street official tightly, but then her gaze fell on Zhou Mingli, who was standing behind the official. She paused, realizing who had brought the street official there.
He gritted his teeth and continued his act, "I don't care! You have to help me drive them away! Otherwise, they'll definitely beat me to death! You're aiding and abetting evil!"
...
The second watch is around noon.
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