Zhao Cuihua was still very reluctant, stiffening her neck and saying, "Comrade Public Security, this amount..."
"What's wrong with the numbers?" Li Guifang snapped open her canvas bag and pulled out a stack of receipts. "This is the loss list from the Price Bureau, written in black and white with a red stamp! Want to see it?"
She deliberately shook the documents loudly. "If you think it's too much, let's go to the court now. We'll just catch the afternoon session!"
Ji Ke spent a night in the detention center and was obviously depressed. He tugged at his mother's clothes and said, "Mom, give it to me..."
He glanced at Zhao Cuihua and his voice grew louder and louder: "The second brother's family!"
The handcuff marks on his wrists were still red. "Where's the deposit slip?"
Zhao Cuihua shrank back after being scolded by her uncle, gritted her teeth, and took out the deposit slip from her leather bag. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she looked up and said, "Aunt Li, the shop renovation..."
"Forget it!" Li Guifang waved her hand, "I can't trust your family's craftsmanship!"
After getting an accurate answer, he handed it over to Li Guifang.
She quickly pressed her red handprint on the mediation document. "It's so good to do this earlier, especially during the New Year."
He hadn't finished speaking, but his eyes had already glanced at the handcuffs on Ji Ke's hands.
Wang Gongan coughed at the right moment and said, "This case is solved! You can go now!"
He took out a Hero pen and signed his name on the document, then lowered his voice and said to the Ji family, "If you cause trouble again next time, it won't be as simple as paying money..."
When she walked out of the police station, the sun stretched Li Guifang's shadow very long.
She touched the newly opened mediation book in her canvas bag and hummed "We Workers Have Power".
Behind him, the wailing voice of Old Lady Ji drifted faintly: "My coffin..."
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