I took the envelope and went out, completely unaware that the post office had changed the person being discussed.
"I didn't realize this skinny girl was actually the factory director's thug. She could not only make the deputy factory director hold a grudge against her, but she also had the audacity to beat him up. What kind of company is so powerful? Could it be the mafia?"
"I think so. The smiling girl could be beaten to a pulp if she opened her mouth or closed it. It seems like they are all tough characters, not to be trifled with by ordinary people."
"When my father-in-law was around, he often said that there were a few types of people you shouldn't mess with at the dinner table: those with red cheeks, those who take pills, those who wear glasses, and those with pigtails. This girl is one of those with pigtails. She looks gentle and fragile, but she's actually a ruthless person!"
If Jiang Cha heard it, she would definitely say that your father-in-law was wrong and that she was just a noob at the dinner table and there was nothing to be afraid of.
After returning to the guesthouse, I wrote the letter I wanted to send, stuffed money inside and sealed it.
I send money at this time every month. The Chinese New Year is in two months, so I have to send them some New Year's goods.
That's how she accepted it at the beginning. Every military child will do their best to help other children when they grow up.
Since I had more money than my parents left me, I decided to support a few more children. In the future, I would visit each of them according to their addresses. Even if the money was taken by relatives, I had to provide them with food for the long term. Only by keeping them alive could I get more money.
Being alive is hope, and it would be best if the money is in their own hands.
She could afford this little bit of money, so she should help if she could! None of the uncles had ever said that the original owner had a lot of money, so if they didn't send her money, what reason did she have not to continue this friendship?
Sitting on the bed for half the night without sleeping, Jiang Cha felt that two months was too long to stay here. She would transfer the ownership of the old house in Qing City tomorrow and then think about whether her plan was feasible.
In the morning, I followed the address on the title deed and found the place, only to discover that it was a small Western-style building.
Qingshi was once occupied by foreigners, and its architecture has a distinct German style. This house is an example of this, with a very beautiful red roof.
Seeing that the house was obviously occupied, Jiang Cha went to the Housing Authority. He took out the original gift agreement and the title deed and asked them to check who lived there.
The Housing Authority was also confused. This was the first time they had seen someone occupy someone else's house.
While they were looking through the registration booklet, Jiang Cha went directly to the police station across the street to report the crime.
"Hello, someone has illegally occupied my house and moved in without my consent."
The police saw that the girl was young and her accent was not from their area.
Following Jiang Cha out, I planned to go out to find out which house made her run so far.
The clerk from the Housing Authority was looking for her in the yard. When he looked up and saw a policeman standing next to him, he knew that this was not going to be easy.
I quickly followed her out, intending to talk to her about it first.
"I checked for you. The family registered on it is the director of the subdistrict office. They registered their home in 1970. The records at the time said that it was a distant relative of the owner who sold the house to them privately."
After saying this, he handed the booklet to the police, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with them.
"That's nonsense! The original owner was a relative of mine who passed away in 1969. Where did he buy the house from? Is that what's burning underneath?"
"Ahem, be serious. Let's go take a look. Xiao Li, Xiao Li, quickly take two people with you and go out with me."
I turned around and shouted a few times inside, and four people came out, looking quite impressive!
Dangdang
"Who is it?"
"Open the door, police"
A woman came out, her eyes looking fierce. She looked them up and down before greeting the police with a smile.
"Hey, isn't this Chief Zhou? How did you find time to come to my house? What's going on? Old Wu isn't home. Why don't you come in first? If the neighbors see you, they'll think something's happened to our family!"
"Xiao Li, take someone to bring Director Wu back. We can talk about this together."
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the woman quickly came out and tugged at the officer's sleeve. "Captain Zhou, Brother Zhou, we're not strangers here, let's go in and talk. Don't scare me. It would be embarrassing if Xiao Li and the others had to bring us back even if it wasn't a big deal."
As she spoke, she glanced at Jiang Cha. She turned to Zhou Suo, her eyes again adorned with small hooks. She kept flirting with him, watching her body movements and that small look.
Well, how should I put it? Wearing a cheongsam, you can sing "Night Shanghai" and "Dancing Girl's Tears".
Jiang Cha wasn't kidding. Something was wrong the moment the woman opened the door. Who would naturally lean against the doorframe, arms folded across their chest, and look people up from below?
He was just holding a handkerchief and saying "Come on! Come on!"
"Be serious, we're investigating a case!"
After Zhou finished speaking, he took a step back, distanced himself from the woman, and waited for Director Wu to come back.
A group of people at the gate quickly attracted the attention of many neighbors. More and more people gathered to watch the fun, and they were all whispering about what was going on.
"Oh, it's Chief Zhou. Why don't you come in? It's inappropriate to stand outside. Let Brother Zhou come in quickly. You go make a few side dishes and let everyone eat before leaving."
The one who came back must be Director Wu. Looking at how cheerful and cheerful he was, he didn't even care about being brought back by the police and was even arranging a meal for them.
"Director Wu, do you have the title deed for this house?"
Chief Zhou ignored him and asked him questions directly, catching him off guard.
"Well, well, here's the thing. This house belongs to a distant cousin of mine. He sold it to me a few years ago because he needed money urgently. Don't look at me as a street director, I'm always busy. I forgot about the loss of the property certificate and haven't even started processing it yet!"
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