When Xu Qi and the other two women talked about Zheng Ya, they unwittingly contributed their virtue points, which made Zheng Ya, who worked in the Tongluo Lane Subdistrict Office, extremely happy.
The unexpected gains were few, but they were a good omen.
This suggests that Zhengde could start making some plans.
Zheng Ya was secretly pleased yet furious that Wu Wei and her group had interfered in her life. Faced with Director Wang's advice, she suppressed the urge to punch someone, took out a certificate, slammed it on the table, and said, "Take a look at what's on this first!"
"What? What do you want to show me? This, this is?" Director Wang picked up the sheet he had slapped on the table, and his smile froze the moment he saw it.
You won't believe it until you see it!
A guarantee to compensate for losses?
It was clearly a compensation guarantee made by Granny Long and Yi Zhonghai and others for their failed attempt to murder Zheng Ya.
The key is to prove that Director Wang blindly believed and followed Granny Long and others, and conspired with them to murder the martyr's orphan.
My God, this is a crime!
Having become an accomplice, Director Wang stood up in disbelief, staring at Zheng Ya, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a word!
It's too late to say anything now?
Her predecessor, Zheng Ya, treated her as a lifeline, but unfortunately, she listened to outsiders and didn't believe the child she had protected since childhood, which hurt her deeply!
No, it led to his humiliating death after getting up!
This kind of thing is unforgivable.
It cannot be forgiven, and it's not a matter of magnanimity or tolerance.
It is hatred born from the distortion of human nature.
Forget about mistakes, what about the consequences of carelessness and misjudgment?
The key point is that the person is dead, and Zheng Ya inherited the hatred of his predecessor and cannot forgive this accomplice: "Alright, give me back this guarantee."
We'll handle things ourselves in our own compound.
As for the outsiders, I think you'll handle that. Goodbye.
"I'm sorry, please wait. I still want to give you a few words of advice. Even if you don't approve of Wu Wei and want to marry someone else, could you wait a while before getting married?"
After all, the higher-ups had organized manpower to plan and solve the case…” Director Wang did not forget the task assigned by the old director and still treated Zheng Ya like a child.
Even now, she still hasn't truly understood herself. She's only focused on the bigger picture, which is essentially protecting her own job and profiting from it.
Rather than helping Zheng Ya obtain a marriage certificate, she chose to prioritize personal gain, just as she had before, when faced with criticism from her superiors.
Zheng Ya smiled and nodded, saying, "Sure, but don't get too excited yet."
I'm telling you, I agree to your proposal, but I'm concerned that if we get married at this time, some irrelevant people might interfere and ruin my happy wedding.
That would hurt my wife.
Therefore, I've decided to give you some time to solve the case, and in the meantime, I'll renovate our wedding home. Goodbye.
"Slap!" Director Wang watched Zheng Ya walk out of the street office gate, and regretfully slapped himself.
This slap wasn't because she felt any guilt towards Zheng Ya.
Instead, he felt that he was too stupid, that he had been deceived by those people who incited the masses, and that he had almost killed the child of his revolutionary comrade. He felt ashamed of his comrades and hated himself for not being able to see the true nature of some people.
The key point is that Zheng Ya saw through his stupidity, causing him to lose face and become unable to face anyone!
From now on, whenever she sees Zheng Ya, she will feel inferior and looked down upon by a mere child like him!
This infuriated her, and she wanted to take revenge on Old Lady Long and the others. However, she realized she had no concrete evidence, so she angrily rushed to courtyard number 95.
Regardless of whether or not Granny Long and the others are punished, she will make sure Wu Wei is settled.
It's inappropriate for Wu Wei to want to move into Zheng Ya's house now.
Zheng Ya deliberately gave her time to get rid of Wu Wei, then rode his bicycle to the cooperative alone. After parking his bike, he walked into the cooperative's courtyard, where a plump young woman approached him, cracking sunflower seeds and asking, "Comrade, what would you like to buy?"
He's a snob; he only approached Zheng Ya to chat because he saw her riding her bicycle and parking it at the gate.
She looks like a young, unmarried woman, yet she's blushing when she speaks?
Zheng Ya chuckled to himself. With that kind of appearance, she was almost as good-looking as Pigsy's second aunt. Trying to pick up girls and date like that, didn't she know her own worth?
Despite feeling resentful, Zheng Ya received eight or nine points of Zhengde value as a donation, which improved his mood considerably. He smiled faintly and said, "I'm here to buy seeds. I'll take any kind of seed."
Could you tell me what seeds are available here?
"Okay, please follow me. The seed sales counter is over there."
However, I must remind you that it is late autumn now, and winter will be here in a couple of days. It's a bit late to plant cabbages now.
"You come here and immediately say you'll buy any seeds you want. If you buy them and plant them, it'll be the right time to plant them. You might be wasting your money!" The chubby girl meant well, but she ate her melon seeds as she walked, not even bothering to crack them open.
Three women behind the counter huddled together, whispering and glancing at them every now and then. They were talking about how the plump girl, Liu Yan, had taken a fancy to this handsome young man and was getting all horny.
Zheng Ya, with his keen senses, heard this and said with annoyance, "You're overthinking it. Our company is doing greenhouse cultivation, regardless of the season."
"What kind of seeds does your cooperative have? Give me half a pound of them all."
"Ah, greenhouse cultivation? Then there's no problem. Please wait a moment while I weigh the seeds for you," Liu Yan said enthusiastically, getting to work.
This prompted the three female sales clerks to mutter some insults.
The story goes that Liu Yan was lazy and good-for-nothing, and that she got her job by bribing the director of the Grain Bureau with her uncle, who was the deputy section chief. She even squeezed out a vocational school graduate. The story goes that she was not a good woman, and that the young man who fell for her was blind.
How can you hear gossip even when there's nothing to hear about?
Liu Yan slowly and deliberately pretended to be virtuous and refined, while secretly observing people and finding topics to chat about.
Zheng Ya didn't take it seriously and chatted with her while counting the seeds: cabbage, carrots, potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, cantaloupe, watermelon, spinach, wheat, and so on.
There were no rice seeds, nor fruit tree seeds.
There are no seeds of ginseng, he shou wu, or other similar plants.
This displeased Zheng Ya. After buying the seeds, paying the money and receiving the receipt, he rode his bicycle to Sun's Medical Clinic, walked through the door and tried his luck: "Shopkeeper, do you sell Chinese medicinal herb seeds?"
"Oh, you jest, sir. Chinese medicinal herb seeds are rare items; we don't have any here!" The old shopkeeper stroked his white beard and stood up to reply, his piercing eyes betraying his true feelings.
"There's a way," Zheng Ya said with a smile and apologetic bow, "Old man, could you please do me a favor? Whatever kind of Chinese medicine seeds they are, just one or two would be fine. Thank you."
"What is your surname, sir?" the old shopkeeper asked, intrigued.
It's not that we don't have medicinal herb seeds, nor that we don't want to sell them.
Sun's Medical Clinic originates from the medical skills inherited from Sun Simiao, preserving the most complete and ancient medical traditions and techniques for cultivating Chinese medicinal herbs, so naturally, it cannot lack Chinese medicinal herb seeds.
But most people don't know how to grow medicinal herbs!
That's pure waste, ruining Chinese medicinal herb seeds.
Old Master Sun looked down on that kind of person, so he set a threshold for customers: if he liked the person's character, he would sell to them; otherwise, he would refuse to sell to them.
Zheng Ya sensed something was amiss and clasped his hands in a polite smile, saying, "You're too kind, sir. My surname is Zheng, and my given name is Ya."
May I ask your surname, sir?
"Haha, easy! My surname is Sun, you can just call me Old Sun!" Old Sun saw that he didn't seem like an ordinary person and was eager to befriend him...
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