The car was parked outside. When Zheng Liujiang got out of the car, he happened to see a comrade coming out.
Seeing that the man had an upright figure and was wearing plain clothes, he understood what was going on and didn't even glance at him.
The two people passed each other.
Wei Liao was sitting in the study on the second floor. When he heard the knock on the door, he put down the pen in his pocket and said, "Come in."
A second later, the study door was opened and Zheng Liujiang walked in.
After the door was closed, Zheng Liujiang couldn't wait to ask, "Commander, is what you said on the phone true? Has the Fu family case been resolved at the inspection station?"
놛 and Fu Wangshan have been friends for many years, and he has been lending a helping hand since the accident.
Later, Fu Jingchen made meritorious service, and the inspection office began to re-examine the case. He finally didn't have to worry about being implicated, and he cared even more.
Wei Liao also knew about this. As soon as he received the news from the inspection office today, he called.
The person on the phone was not careful, so Zheng Liujiang rushed over.
"놆."
Wei Liao put both of his hands on the table and said, "Comrades from the inspection office said that a lot of the evidence before the investigation was forged, and the information in the leaked letter was also false."
When Fu Wangshan was first suspected, the evidence was incomplete. But then, the inspection office received an anonymous letter.
These letters filled the gap in evidence, and at the time there happened to be a major leak of secrets, and all those involved in confidential information were suspended and investigated.
Therefore, a series of subsequent events happened.
Justice may be late, but it will not be absent.
Today, a year and a half later, after several months of careful investigation, the inspection agency discovered that many of these so-called evidences were actually forged.
This also means that Fu Wangshan is very likely to be innocent.
Thinking of this, Zheng Liujiang's eyes were burning, "Then what about Master Fu?"
"Um."
Before Zheng Liujiang could finish, Wei Liao said affirmatively: "As soon as the inspection office issues a letter of explanation, you can come back."
"But if you want to resume your position, you have to wait until all the information is submitted to the General Military Region and the reinstatement document is stamped."
That being said, if one can come back a day earlier, he will also suffer.
Therefore, Zheng Liujiang asked impatiently, "How long will it take at the inspection station?"
"Just these two days." Wei Liao said with certainty.
“I understand.”
After saying this, Zheng Liujiang came out of Wei's house, walking with the wind in his eyes.
I know very well that an excellent soldier is not afraid of hardship or fatigue, but is most afraid of not being able to serve the army.
Asking a former hero to give up his passion for everything and do the same old work every day is unbearable for anyone.
Fortunately, hard work pays off, and the Fu family will finally be cleared of their grievances.
…
The art troupe was about to resume its performances. Thinking that she would be going to the training camp soon, Jiang Yuman, Yang Yun and Zhuang Wanbai watched the girls practice dancing together.
From Yang Yun, the two also learned the truth about Wen Xin's ruined reputation.
It turned out that when the news that the two of them were being investigated spread widely, the General Political Department received a letter of complaint.
"The report letter was sent by the family of Wenxin's former classmate. The manuscript on it was her sister's essay before her death. After her death, it has been carefully kept by her family."
Speaking of this, Yang Yun's expression was complicated, "I heard from the group leader that 'Forward' was simply copied from those manuscripts."
"Even the Jiaoyang Dance Troupe's last performance of "Fire" can be found in it."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuman felt nauseous.
The original screenwriter has passed away, and his talent can no longer be fully utilized.
Wen Xin, however, relied on stolen manuscripts and walked around various military regions with the title of genius screenwriter all day long, enjoying the praise from others.
How can she be so complacent?
Yang Yun probably had the same idea and sighed:
"I was very angry about the incident, but after thinking about this screenwriter, I feel like it's nothing."
While speaking, his expression was inexplicable. It was unclear whether he was thinking about something or lamenting the young death of a genius.
Zhuang Wanbai was wondering, "'Forward' is so popular, her family should have seen it in the newspaper a long time ago, why did they write a letter of denunciation now?"
This is also what Jiang Yuman is curious about.
After all, in the original plot, it was never mentioned that the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe's "Forward" was suspected of plagiarism.
"Wen Xin was at his peak before, and 'Forward' was popular throughout the military region. If I report it, will others believe it?"
After that, Yang Yun added, "This time, it was because of the incident that lowered everyone's impression of Wen Xin that others believed it."
The reason is very simple. The newness of the manuscript can be disguised. If it is sent out during the period when "Forward" is popular, others will only think that someone is jealous of Wen Xin and wants to frame her.
But now it's different.
The quality of several of her scripts was mediocre, her comeback was crushed by "Hot Blood Youth", and she herself was caught up in a plagiarism storm... These things combined together created the best opportunity.
I can only say that the screenwriter is from a family, he is very insightful and smart.
After realizing this, Jiang Yuman pursed her lips.
Being outside the game, she had a comprehensive view of the whole situation. Only when she was inside the game did she discover that many small details were hidden in it.
Everyone has their own story line, and Wenxin's story line has ended.
With such a scandal, she would be expelled from the army and would never be able to gain a foothold in the screenwriting industry again.
You pick the bitter fruit yourself, you should eat it yourself.
"Okay, let's not talk about her anymore."
Yang Yun didn't want to keep talking about unlucky things, so she turned to look at Jiang Yuman and smiled, "Yuman, this time our Second Division Art Troupe is proud of you."
"I heard that Director Jing praised your script. You don't know Director Jing, do you? She is a very good screenwriter. She arranges the annual year-end performance of the General Military Region."
"Did I?" Jiang Yuman shook her head honestly, "Did I really not know her."
Director Jing was not mentioned in the original plot, so of course she didn't know.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know."
Yang Yun smiled brightly, "She likes our script. Maybe by the end of the year we can go to the General Military Region."
"You are too bold." Zhuang Wanbai shook his head and sighed, "Everyone in the art troupe wants to go. But most people can't go."
“Dare to think and dare to act, then you will succeed.”
Several people were discussing this matter heatedly.
It was almost dark before Jiang Yuman took Xiaoyi back.
Xiaoyi is walking more and more steadily now. He is not happy when his mother holds him for too long and insists on walking by himself.
Jiang Yuman had no way to do anything with 놛, so she could only bend down and protect 놛 from behind. It only took a few steps to reach the door, but they had to go around in a circle.
After finally reaching the door, Jiang Yuman's waist was almost broken.
Fortunately, Fu Jingchen was there, and when he saw this scene, Shan Yu picked up his son.
Fu Siyi was very good at reading people's expressions at a young age. He looked at his father's profile and tactfully chose to remain silent.
"Everyone has only one mother. Don't break her back." After taking a few steps, Jiang Yuman touched her nose, pretending to be angry.
Fu Siyi blinked, "Mom."
Jiang Yuman was instantly deflated.
"Don't tire your mother out." Fu Jingchen lowered his head and glanced at his daughter.
"What are you talking about?"
Jiang Yuman looked around and lowered her voice, "You are also responsible for the back pain, you debt collector."
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