Xiang Hongjun smiled bitterly, "If I had listened to you, we would have quietly taken care of them. But what's done is done, and there's no going back now!"
The child had hinted and suggested it many times, almost mentioning Li Guangzong by name. It was him, but I never would have guessed it was my brother-in-law.
If it weren't for Ruan Xianxian's bluntness, if a younger relative suddenly told you that your brother-in-law had knocked on your wife's door, your subconscious reaction would be to slap that younger relative and notify your parents to give him a good talking-to, right?
Adult communication is always brief and to the point.
Fortunately, Ruan Xianxian was prepared for the current situation.
"I understand what you mean. We won't let this get out of hand. Let's go, Uncle Xiang, and get this sorted out before dawn."
At least 20 people already know about it; how can the situation not spread?
I probably couldn't do it myself.
Once outside, Ruan Xianxian leaned against the wall without saying a word. The accountant and Captain Li exchanged frequent glances, feeling suffocated by the deathly silence.
"Comrade Ruan, what do you think of this matter?"
Ruan Xianxian lifted her eyelids and said, "Since you asked, I'll say a few words."
"Write a guarantee that the news tonight will not be disseminated in any form. If even the slightest bit of the news leaks out, we need to have the right to pursue legal action at any time."
With so many people hearing and seeing this, how can we keep quiet?
Isn't this making things difficult for people?
Good leaders care about their subordinates, and qualified leaders must learn to delegate difficult problems to their subordinates.
A philanthropist who tries to solve everything on his own is destined not to stay in his position for long.
It's ironic, yet also very realistic.
What else could Captain Li do? He lowered his head in acquiescence.
"Secondly, compensation. The dowry from back then, the money for building the house, the money for raising someone else's son, and the compensation for emotional distress over the years. Give me a thousand."
"If you can't do what I said, whether it's the Public Security Bureau, the Revolutionary Committee, or even if you want to call in Militia Minister Han Li to resolve this, draw up the lines, and I'll play along."
"What? What? A thousand? I have no money, but you can take my life. If you want money, you might as well kill me right now!" Li's mother yelled and pounced on him.
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