Jiang Meimei was actually very afraid of Song Qingqing getting close, because the other party was too good at fighting.
“I’m coming over here. Go ahead and shoot if you dare. Shoot your father.”
Song Qingqing continued forward and then stopped just two steps away from Jiang Meimei.
Then, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, he suddenly swung Jiang Xiaohai onto Jiang Meimei.
"Ah!" "Bang!"
Jiang Meimei was startled and couldn't help but fire the gun.
Jiang Xiaohai was hit and slammed to the ground in disbelief, staring intently at his daughter and asking, "Why did you shoot?"
Why?
What else could it be?
Of course, it was because Jiang Meimei was scared that she instinctively opened it, right?
Song Qingqing thought to herself.
Before Jiang Meimei could react, he stepped forward and snatched the gun from her hand.
Then he casually put it into his pocket.
Jiang Meimei had no interest in the fact that Song Qingqing had taken her gun.
At this moment, she hurriedly crawled to Jiang Xiaohai's side, not daring to touch him.
"Dad! Dad! Dad!"
Why did you want to kill me?
Jiang Xiaohai's expression was one of utter despair. Song Qingqing hadn't killed him, yet he had been killed by his own daughter.
How ironic!
"I didn't, I didn't, I didn't mean to."
I was just so scared, Dad, I'm sorry.
Jiang Meimei pressed the wound against his arm and then shouted, "Help! Help! Get my dad to the hospital! Get him to the hospital!"
Jiang Meimei screamed wildly.
Just then, Lao Dongzi arrived with his men and immediately took Jiang Xiaohai to the hospital.
Upon seeing this, Song Qingqing took the pistol she had just acquired and returned to the shop.
Unexpectedly, they were caught by Song Fudi's family as soon as they arrived.
"Song Qingqing, I entrusted my daughter to you, and this is how you take care of her?"
The first person to rush forward was Song Fudi's mother, who grabbed Song Qingqing's hand tightly without saying a word.
Then two little boys, about six or seven years old, each grabbed one of Song Qingqing's legs, shouting, "You bad person, you killed my older sister!"
"Give me back my eldest sister! Give me back my eldest sister!"
"Fudi is the pillar of our family. Without her income, what will we do?"
The last person to speak was Song Fudi's father.
The whole family was shoving and pushing Song Qingqing.
Song Qingqing did not resist, but let them push her around.
"Alright, this can't be blamed on Qingqing. Who would have thought that Fudi would encounter such a thing?"
As the saying goes, "The weather is unpredictable," no one could have foreseen this.
Song Guoqiang couldn't bear to see Song Qingqing being bullied, so he stepped forward to stop them from shoving her.
"If we don't blame her, can we blame my brother Fu?"
"If Qingqing hadn't brought Fudi here to open the shop, my Fudi would still be perfectly fine. It's all Qingqing's fault, it's all her fault." Song Fudi's mother had a strong desire to pin the blame on Song Qingqing.
Song Qingqing didn't say a word, but Song Guoqiang spoke up for her.
“How did Qingqing do anything wrong? When I was selecting people in the village, it was you who insisted on sending Fudi here.”
They said this was a big city, and that Fudi might be able to find a good family here.
You said that, didn't you?
"Oh! Now that something's happened, you're blaming Qingqing for bringing Fudi along. What kind of logic is that?"
Who can predict whether tomorrow or an accident will come first?
No one can control this.
In fact, many people understand this principle, just like Fu Di's mother, but she doesn't want to admit it, nor can she admit it.
If she admitted it, Song Qingqing would definitely not feel ashamed, much less compensate their family.
“I don’t care. My Fu’s younger sister was a perfectly good girl, and she died here in less than a month.”
"Song Qingqing bears the greatest responsibility; she must take charge." Fu Di's mother said, pulling on Song Qingqing's hand again.
Song Guoqiang stepped forward and pushed everyone aside, then stood in front of Song Qingqing and said, "Don't pull and shove. We'll come up with a plan for this later."
However, we still need to make some things clear: Fu Di's death was an accident, not a matter of minor responsibility.
After saying that, Song Guoqiang pulled Song Qingqing aside and asked her what she thought.
After a moment of silence, Song Qingqing said, "Give the couple an extra ten thousand yuan as compensation for their work growing vegetables!"
"Isn't this too much? This isn't your responsibility."
Seeing how Song Qingqing handled the situation, Song Guoqiang was pleased, but also worried that she had gone too far.
"Not many." Human life is priceless, Song Qingqing thought to herself.
"Okay, let's do it this way." Song Guoqiang pondered for a moment, then slapped his thigh in agreement.
Then, he went out and told Fu Di's family about the results of the discussion. But to Song Guoqiang's surprise, they were not satisfied with the 10,000 yuan. They rushed up to Song Qingqing and shouted out an exorbitant price.
"Qingqing, you earn tens of thousands of yuan a day. Is my Fudi's life only worth ten thousand yuan?"
I won't agree. You have to give us at least 100,000 yuan. We can give up our jobs, but the money can't be less.
"We need 100,000 yuan, or we won't leave."
After Song Fudi's mother finished speaking, she sat down in front of Song Qingqing with her children and began to wail.
Song Qingqing gave Song Fudi's mother a cold look. She had heard before that Song Fudi's parents were lazy and good-for-nothing, but she didn't really believe it.
Now she believes it.
"Fudi's mom, don't push your luck!"
Even if we don't compensate you for this, you won't be able to find fault with it.
Now, Qingqing is willing to give you 10,000 yuan and even give you two jobs, and you're still not satisfied.
"You're probably not here on purpose to extort money, are you?"
Song Guoqiang never expected that there would be such a shameless person.
Ten thousand yuan? How can they even bring themselves to say that? There aren't even two families in the county with ten thousand yuan.
Why should Song Qingqing have to give up 100,000 yuan just because their daughter died?
What is this if not extortion?
"If it weren't your daughter who died, you wouldn't have said such a thing."
Is 100,000 yuan too much for a human life?
Besides, isn't Qingqing rich?
I heard she earns 10,000 yuan a day. For her, 100,000 yuan is just money earned in ten days.
This is no big deal for her.
Song Guoqiang was furious. He pointed at Fu Di's mother and criticized her, "Fu Di's mother, I never realized you were such a greedy person."
Your daughter just died, and instead of being sad, all you care about is money. What a good mother you are.
Whether I am a good mother or not is none of your business.
"If we don't get 100,000 yuan today, our whole family won't leave."
Fu Di's mother displayed the demeanor of a shrew.
"You..." Song Guoqiang was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Seeing this, Song Qingqing finally spoke up.
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