This is a destructive act that hinders national development.
The train conductor was in a good mood and about to say something, but upon hearing this, his face immediately darkened. This was taking things far too far.
"Aren't our colleagues handling this? Or do you have a problem with how we're handling it?"
"If you let everyone go, how am I supposed to find my things?"
The train was already moving very slowly, and the train attendant at the door was preparing to open it. Upon hearing this, nearby passengers became unhappy.
"You're looking for your things. We're miles away from you. Do you think you can blame us?"
"That's right, my mother is still waiting to see me at the hospital, why can't you let me leave?"
"Who is this person? They don't even take good care of their own things, yet they see everyone as a thief."
The train conductor also said,
“We are public officials, and it is impossible for us to detain all the passengers and conduct body searches based on your single statement. We do not have that right.”
However, passengers, if anyone finds any clues, please provide them to us. The police will offer a reward for valuable leads.
It is said that a generous reward will surely bring forth brave men, but the passengers only discussed it briefly and were still concerned about getting off the train.
The section chief visibly grew anxious. At this point, the tickets weren't registered under real names. If the thief actually got off the train, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack—the kind of search that you couldn't catch even if you cast a net.
He really couldn't bear that responsibility; even if he sold everything he owned, he couldn't make up for it. He could already foresee his fate.
The train conductor smiled and opened the train door.
"We've arrived at the station. Passengers getting off, please take your belongings and be careful."
Qin Qinghuai shook his head; Qin Yi's sarcasm was undisguised.
"It's really worrying that he's blind. Everyone else can see it, but he can't. Tsk tsk!"
This is what you call a section chief? And classified information?
Which machine factory is this? They're really taking things too seriously!
The section chief was stunned. Only then did he realize that from the beginning until now, neither the train conductor nor the few people watching the commotion seemed to have any curiosity. Even the train attendant who was first seen seemed to have some doubts at the beginning, but later, it seemed that he just laughed.
Satire?
"What do you mean?"
The train conductor sighed. This man, his brain, his vision—how come he's even worse than him, a roughneck?
He gestured with his chin, indicating for him to turn around. The section chief, confused, turned around blankly and immediately froze on the spot.
"What are you doing?"
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