Zhao Qiang sat on a stool, feeling very restless.
He had thought about whether the money could be recovered, but after thinking about it, he felt that the probability of getting it back was low. He had heard from several classmates before that their money had been stolen when they were riding in a car or strolling around a rally.
Whether he reported the case or not, he had never seen the money. Otherwise, how would he know that the money was stolen and why would he not think of it on his way home?
I just felt that it was impossible to get the money back anyway, so I might as well find a way to make up for it.
In the end, Zhao Lei didn't care how he cried and complained. In a word, he had no money. Instead, he questioned whether he had really stolen more than 300 yuan.
This made him feel a little relieved. After all, they just suspected that he had overreported the amount of money that was stolen, not that he had not stolen the money.
He thought that as long as Zhao Lei believed that he had really encountered a thief, he could compensate him half of the money and give him 150 yuan, then all his losses would be recovered.
It turns out that someone is a miser who is unwilling to spend money and is not willing to spend even a penny, which makes him very angry.
Now everything is fine and the money is back, which makes him feel relieved. However, Zhang Cuihua's face looks not right. As for the old man, he has already gone back to his room in anger.
It's easy to imagine that the old man was dissatisfied with him. After all, the old man was really angry before and even privately confirmed with him several times whether he really stole so much money.
Every time he is very sure that so much money has been stolen, what should he do?
Zhao Qiang knew that it was basically hopeless to get money from the old man in the future, but he soon figured it out. Even if the old man was still as easy to cheat as before, he would have to have money in his hands, and he didn't have much money at the moment.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qiang suddenly felt much more relaxed. He got up, turned around and went back to the house.
Zhang Cuihua didn't expect Zhao Qiang to get up and go back to the room like this, and he didn't even think of comforting her. Although she knew that Zhao Qiang definitely didn't have more than 300 yuan, she thought that he would just report a few dozen more at most.
Who knew that the money he stole was only one hundred and thirty, and she was still jumping up and down, talking about how much money Zhao Qiang had lost.
Now, the situation has been solved, and it has become a big joke.
Just when Zhang Cuihua was secretly angry, Zhao Tiezhu came out of the room. Seeing him, she stood up quickly and wiped away her tears.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhao Tiezhu walk to the door and said to Zhao Lei, who opened the door, "You're back."
Zhao Lei nodded, opened the door, and let Wang Juan go in first.
After finishing all this, he looked up at Zhao Tiezhu and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Um, did you know that your brother had stolen some money and that he has recovered it?" It was such a big event and there were so many people gathered at the door just now, someone would definitely take the initiative to mention it to her.
Zhao Lei hummed, "I know."
Zhao Lei's calm way of asking and answering really made Zhao Tiezhu helpless, but there was nothing he could do. There were some things Zhao Lei could choose not to say, but that didn't mean he had to say them.
Now he really regretted why he had to listen to Zhang Cuihua in the first place, "Your brother didn't steal so much money in the first place."
"No matter how much money was stolen, it's fine as long as we get it back." Zhao Lei paused, "Dad, do you know who was so kind as to help find out?"
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