"Cheng Gongan, this is what you see. Look at my house, it's a mess. The big soy sauce jar has been smashed, and the pickled cabbage jar has all spilled out."
The gate of Qiao's courtyard was wide open. Policemen Cheng Song and Qiao Changhai from Balibao Police Station stood side by side in the yard. Outside the gate, several young policemen were holding notebooks to record the visit.
"Most companies get off work at five o'clock. How come you two don't get home until six?"
"My wife is going to work for the first time in her life, and she can't speak. How can I not be worried? I have been picking her up and dropping her off at get off work these past two days. We live in the south of the city, and the bearing factory is in the north. It takes an hour to get there."
Qiao Changhai squatted on the ground with a droopy face, pounding his head repeatedly: "Everything is lost. All the money in the house was stolen. Food, bacon, and the radio that my son-in-law gave me as a gift were all stolen."
Cheng Gongan frowned and looked worried.
Qiao Changhai was rewarded for his contribution in reporting the spies and was praised as an enthusiastic citizen and a people's hero, who was reported in newspapers and on the radio and was reported throughout the city.
The banner personally issued by the Municipal Bureau first arrived at their Balibao Police Station, and was then taken to Qiao Changhai's home by the deputy director.
An entire page of the newspaper was devoted to reporting on the arrest of the spy, and only two days had passed when Qiao's house was robbed.
This is not stealing, this is a slap in the face of Balibao Police Station and the public security.
"Report, no signs of thieves were found outside the door."
The police visited and investigated, but did not find any thieves entering the neighbor's house, and there were no signs of scouting nearby.
Cheng Song suspected that this was revenge by the spy's accomplices, otherwise why did they only steal from Qiao Changhai's home and not others?
The neighbors who were watching the excitement outside began to talk about it.
"We really haven't been robbed, mainly because we don't have anything in our house. The thieves didn't get anything when they came in, unlike the old Qiao family, who are rich."
"What kind of money does his family have?
They used to live in a shack in the shantytown. The old couple had a hard time staying alive, one of them had a lame leg and the other was mute.
The girl was lucky enough to marry an officer. After the marriage, her husband rented a yard in our area. ”
The Qiao family's secrets had long been thoroughly uncovered by the retired aunties on the street.
Ever since a jeep came to this family's door every now and then, the neighbors in the front and back streets have done their best to investigate Old Joe's background.
"That was when we were poor. Even though Old Qiao had good skills, he was still a temporary worker after working in Huaguang Repair Shop for more than ten years."
"He made great contributions, and the director of Huaguang Electronics Factory promoted him. Old Qiao is now a level 6 worker, and his first few years' salary has been fully compensated."
"Guess how much money Huaguang Electronics Factory gave Old Joe? Thirty-six hundred yuan!"
Everyone was shocked; the number was truly staggering.
The salary of an ordinary worker is only more than 30 yuan. It takes many years for an ordinary family to save more than 3,000 yuan.
Many people saw Qiao Changhai taking out so much money from the finance office.
The next day after withdrawing the money, Qiao's house was robbed, and everyone naturally thought of the money.
If I didn't have that money, I wouldn't have suffered so many thieves.
"It seems that Old Joe is born to be poor. Even if pie falls from the sky, he can't eat it."
Poor life...
If it weren't for the huge salary, everyone would still admire Joe as a hero.
Who could have imagined that a group of vicious spies would hide in the morgue to plot.
The high walls outside the morgue look dark and gloomy even from a distance. It’s scary even to look at it, let alone walk past it.
If they really heard some strange noises, they would think there was a ghost rather than a spy.
Everyone admired Old Joe's courage and didn't envy him at all for being in the newspapers.
Huaguang Factory made Lao Qiao a permanent employee, and everyone thought it was the right thing to do, since Lao Qiao had such good skills.
Whether the neighbors had broken bicycles, watches, radios, flashlights, pull-cord switches, or needed to install glass, change faucets, or build a kang, they were all willing to come to Old Joe for help.
Old Qiao has good skills, is a quiet person, and most importantly, he helps his neighbors for free.
Everyone is happy that Lao Qiao has been promoted to a regular employee, and his rating as a level 6 worker is also in line with the people's wishes.
But Huaguang Factory paid the full salary all at once, and everyone felt jealous even though they didn't say anything.
Public Security Cheng took people to collect evidence inside and outside the house, returned to the police station to take a statement, and asked Qiao Changhai to estimate the losses.
Qiao Changhai burst into tears, crying as if his mother had died: "Several hundred dollars, sweaters, coal, and more than 40 kilograms of meat were lost at home."
Not to mention Bao Huihua, who fainted when she came home from get off work and saw the mess in the house.
Old Qiao pinched her philtrum for a long time before she came to her senses.
After waking up, he sat on the ground in a daze without saying a word.
Cheng Gongan looked sympathetic and didn't know how to comfort the old couple. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Qiao Changhai with wide eyes: "Comrade Qiao, tell me again, how much money did you lose?"
Qiao Changhai wiped away his tears and was too sad to speak. He opened his mouth for a long time and said in a hoarse voice: "Several hundred dollars. Oh, I should have known not to leave it at home."
"Didn't your factory give you a subsidy of more than 3,000 yuan? Are you saying that all the money wasn't lost?"
Qiao Changhai stopped crying abruptly. "Alas, it's a blessing in disguise. I got the money yesterday and went to the post office to remit three thousand to my daughter."
After saying that, Qiao Changhai slapped his thigh and started crying again.
"I should have remitted the 600 yuan earlier. Why did I need to put it in the drawer where we keep our own money? This damn thief, a thief who gave birth to a child without an asshole!"
At this time, Qiao Baozhu, who was far away in the Qingyan Mountain Construction Corps Family Compound, was talking to Shen Xiao about this.
"My dad didn't expect that the factory would give him back his previous salary."
"If the money was given quietly in private, it would have been a good thing. But these leaders were too high-profile, and my dad's money-giving incident caused a lot of controversy."
"The factory manager had just finished talking about back pay at my house when five or six colleagues came to my house in the evening to borrow money."
"This is just an ordinary colleague. When our relatives in the village find out, the threshold of our house will be trampled to pieces."
So Qiao Baozhu and his daughter discussed a plan.
As soon as the salary compensation arrived, Qiao Changhai took the money to the post office to remit it. If you leave a few hundred dollars at home, it will be stolen by thieves within a few days.
The loss of a few hundred dollars ensured the safety of the whole family.
This is money well spent!
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