Li Chu leaned back in his chair, frowning, and remained silent for a long time.
The moment he opened the letter, he recognized who had written it.
It was definitely someone from the hospital. He could find the corresponding person for every single word written by 80% of the people in the hospital. The remaining 20% were new recruits from the logistics and guard battalions who came every year.
Based on the strokes of each character, it was clear that the person writing the letter was not using their dominant hand, but rather their left hand, which made Li Chu suspicious of their intentions.
It was purely by chance that the person was able to recognize the characters written with their left hand.
Once, at a hospital meeting, Li Chu arrived late. As he walked forward from the back door of the conference room, he inadvertently noticed a man sitting in the back writing with his left hand. The characters he wrote were quite beautiful, and that's why he was so impressed by him.
When he opened the letter just now, he immediately recognized the neat and orderly handwriting.
However, it was precisely because of this person's identity that Li Chu became even more suspicious of his motives.
"It's Lao Song from logistics."
"Who?" Political Commissar Gao nearly dropped the cup he was holding.
Li Chu didn't say anything more, he just stared at the letter on the table.
"How could it be him?"
Who is Lao Song? He is Deputy Director Song of the Logistics Department, in charge of infrastructure construction and assisting in the management of the medical waste warehouse.
“If I’m not mistaken, he wrote this letter with his left hand.” Li Chu reached out and tapped the letter twice.
"He can write with his left hand, and he can write so neatly?" Political Commissar Gao was even more surprised after hearing this.
"Yes, I've seen it once before, so it left a very deep impression on me."
After thinking for a moment, Li Chu continued, "Old Gao, talk to Old Song privately. If it really is him, just give him a warning and put it on file. Don't make too much of a fuss. Leave the rest to Comrade Qiu Nan."
Political Commissar Gao nodded; he understood what he meant.
Old Song will retire in two years at most. If he gets a disciplinary action now...
To rise to the position of deputy director of a major department in the military is no small feat; he even used to be a bodyguard.
Old Song has had some bad luck these past two years. Two winters ago, his eldest son was ice skating at Shichahai when he got into a fight with some street skaters, apparently because of a girl. During the fight, someone slashed his neck with an ice skate and he died before he could be taken to the hospital.
You know, his eldest son was just six months away from graduating from junior college, and he was about to have a bright future. But then he passed away. Old Song and his wife were devastated. It's the most painful thing for a parent to outlive their child.
As for his second son? Let's not even mention him. If it weren't for him, his bookish older brother wouldn't have gotten into a conflict with someone.
Although the person is indeed quite pitiful, we still need to have a talk with them and give them the necessary warnings. We cannot let them off lightly just because of their family situation.
Wouldn't that make Li Chu seem too weak, someone anyone could easily bully? Ding Qiunan is his wife, and he hasn't been willing to mistreat her all these years.
The matter is settled; all that's needed is for the dean to return and for the political commissar to discuss it further.
Old Song probably didn't expect that less than three days after submitting the report, people already knew who wrote it, all his hard work writing with his left hand was for nothing.
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If we're talking about selfishness, who doesn't have selfishness? He does too.
He could retire in two years, and Old Song didn't really care whether he could become the director.
But having a woman as his boss made him very unhappy.
Over the years, Ding Qiunan has been diligent and conscientious in both her positions at the Chinese medicine pharmacy and as deputy director of logistics, and has never abused her power for personal gain or lined her own pocket.
Furthermore, they have never done anything to bully others by abusing their power.
I also get along well with my colleagues.
This left Lao Song, who disliked her and had been looking for trouble with her, feeling like he had nowhere to start, like a tiger trying to eat the sky.
After searching high and low, the only thing left to do was to focus on the small matter of car ownership.
Actually, if it were anyone else in this situation, whoever was qualified to ride in a private car, their letter of complaint would have been accepted.
If someone reports the misuse of official vehicles, the authorities will investigate regardless of the circumstances, and it's usually very easy to uncover the truth.
Because nowadays, every vehicle use requires a dispatch slip, which the driver has to write every time they go out, and this involves the issue of refueling.
Although these ride-hailing drivers carry a thick stack of blank, stamped dispatch forms in their bags, they still have to go through these procedures.
Therefore, if you want to search, there's nothing you can't find.
But who told him to run into a freak?
At that moment, the squad leader of the car team was in the office, handing out stamped dispatch slips to several drivers of the special cars.
"Tian Jun, I'm not sending it to you."
Tian Jun, who was sitting to the side smoking, smiled and waved his hand, saying that the hospital's ambulance dispatch slip was useless to him.
"Where's Xiao Chen? Has he set off yet?"
"Hmm, it seems the dean has a meeting today. Xiao Chen left a while ago."
"Then let's wait until he comes back and give it to him."
"Hey Tian Jun, is the dispatch form from headquarters the same as the one from our hospital?"
"have no idea"
His straightforward answer drew the attention of everyone sitting in the room.
"What do you mean?" the class monitor, sitting in his seat, asked curiously.
"I remember we need to fill out a vehicle dispatch form over there too."
"It does need to be written, but Director Li's car doesn't need to be written. I don't know the specific reason, but that's what the leader instructed."
The people present exchanged glances and decided not to inquire further; it's always better to know less about certain things.
Then they started talking about the car's performance again.
One complains that the car is prone to problems, while another says the car needs its third service.
Being a driver these days isn't easy. It's not enough to just know how to drive; you also need to know how to repair cars and handle minor issues yourself.
So, among these drivers, whoever gets to drive a new car is the envy of everyone else, since new cars have a lower failure rate than old cars.
For example, the political commissar's car is a 2020 model that was recently replaced. The previous 212 was so dilapidated that it took more than a year of reports to finally get the new car.
"Tian Jun, how did your leader's daughter get that 2020 car? I've seen her park it at the hospital entrance several times, but she never drives it in."
The city of Beijing isn't particularly large or small, but a single car there can easily attract attention.
Li Wenhui was already very careful; several times when she drove to work, she wouldn't drive her car in, but would just find a place to park near the hospital entrance, but she was still noticed.
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