"Binbin..." Qin Lijuan was dumbfounded.

She had not expected to encounter this situation at all.

The money was not returned, but...

"Comrade, are you sure that someone extorted 7,000 yuan from you?" the policeman asked in a serious tone.

"I..." Qin Lijuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and she stammered and couldn't speak.

"Comrade, can we go now? If it's too late, I'm afraid I'll miss the last bus." Shen Zhihuan looked at the policeman with a soft voice.

"Shen Zhihuan, if you don't take out the money today, you can't go anywhere." Shen Xiaoqing gritted her teeth, her whole body exuding a frenzy.

The Qin family can no longer be counted on. If the money is not returned, how will they live in the future? Shen Zhihuan glanced at the increasingly irritable Shen Xiaoqing with a smile, handed the oil-skin paper bag containing the meat buns to Lin Tianxia, ​​and frankly turned out the four pockets for everyone to see.

Apart from a letter, a remittance slip and a 50-cent note, there was not even a piece of extra white paper.

"Is there something here that belongs to you?" Shen Zhihuan curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

"You must have hidden the money." Shen Xiaoqing was emotional.

"Do you have evidence to prove that you have 7,000 yuan? Do you know how much 7,000 yuan is? An ordinary teacher's salary is 26 yuan a month. Your biological father attended classes for a total of twelve years. Twenty-six times twelve is 312 yuan a year, and twelve years is 3,744 yuan."

"Even if your family doesn't eat or drink and sews up their mouths, they can only make 3,744 yuan in 12 years. Oh! And your...father..."

Shen Zhihuan muttered the words "this father" over and over again.

Shen Xiaoqing was so angry that she almost pounced on someone and bit him.

"You've been with your mother for three years. Three years equals thirty-six months. Seven thousand minus thirty-seven hundred and forty-four equals thirty-two hundred and fifty-six. In other words, if you don't eat, drink, or get sick, your monthly salary as a father would be at least... ninety yuan and forty-five cents."

Shen Zhihuan couldn't help but click his tongue twice.

"I didn't know until I calculated it. I was shocked. I could save so much money by not eating or drinking for 15 years."

At this point, Shen Zhihuan looked at Lin Tianxia with disdain, "We are both from a teacher family, but one of the three of them can save so much money when he works. But your family of four all works, and you can't even come up with 400 yuan for the betrothal gift. Tell me, are you a coward?"

"Other family members practice fasting by eating wind and drinking dew, and when they die they can even burn out relics. Our family eats grains and cereals, but only a handful of ashes can be burned out. How can we compare with them? Is this even comparable?" Lin Tianxia chuckled.

"Then I will think about fasting when I go back today, and try to save 7,000 yuan in fifteen years, and burn out relics after a hundred years." Shen Zhihuan smiled faintly.

"Are you thinking about fasting?" Lin Tianxia sneered.

"Instead of thinking about fasting, you might as well think about how to find a teacher partner who earns 26 yuan a month. You also have to make sure that he can not eat or drink and not get sick like you. And your future parents-in-law must not eat or drink and not get sick either. All of these are indispensable. Otherwise... your fasting will be in vain."

The two of them mocked each other in unison, causing the police on the side to burst out laughing.

Qin Lijuan and her daughter were so humiliated by the wanton mockery that they could hardly raise their heads.

Qin Bin smiled and stood up. "Comrade, I can prove that Shen Jianguo, the woman's current husband, only earns about 60 yuan a month. It is impossible for him to have the 7,000 yuan she mentioned, unless she has some ulterior motive to make money."

"If you don't believe me, I can provide you with the phone number of the Shen family in Beijing. You can call to verify it. By the way, you can also ask Shen Jianguo, Mr. Shen, and the old woman that Mr. Shen later married about how their Bigu practice is going."

Qin Lijuan and her daughter's faces suddenly turned ugly.

Shen Jianguo and Mr. Shen were already very dissatisfied with them. If this matter was brought to their attention again...

"Comrade, this is your previous transcript. Please take a close look at it. If there is nothing wrong, please sign your name in this notebook and write down the Shen family's phone number so that we can verify the situation later." The police handed the notebook to Qin Lijuan.

When the police investigate a case, they naturally cannot just listen to one side of the story and must have evidence for everything.

It is impossible for the reporter to say whatever he says.

That way, the world wouldn't be in chaos.

Qin Lijuan's face turned pale when she heard this, and she shook her head repeatedly, "I don't have 7,000 yuan. I was just angry that Shen Zhihuan had exposed my background, so... I deliberately wronged her."

Shen Xiaoqing also calmed down at this moment, knowing that if she continued to make a fuss, it would only make things worse.

It does not benefit them at all.

"How do you explain this letter?" The policeman took out Qin Lijuan's letter with a smile.

Qin Lijuan's heart skipped a beat. "Letter..."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Puchi!" Lin Tianxia stretched her neck to take a look and couldn't help laughing out loud.

After being a first-grade teacher for about a month, Lin Tianxia still saw such ugly handwriting during the first few days of school.

"Where did you find this written by a three-year-old?" Lin Tianxia laughed so hard that she fell backwards.

"If you want to cheat, why don't you go out and ask around? Shen Zhihuan has the best handwriting in our class. Isn't it a bit too perfunctory to use the handwriting of a three-year-old to accuse her? Do you really think that everyone is as shameless and stupid as you?"

With such limited skills, he still dares to frame someone.

Lin Tianxia put her arm around Shen Zhihuan's shoulders, looking very proud.

"Oh! By the way! I forgot to tell you that even though my Zhihuan doesn't work in the fields to earn work points, he still gets several hundred yuan in royalties a month, which is much better than what you two can only do by dreaming. So, don't talk about money in the future. The thing my Zhihuan doesn't lack the most is... money."

"You are the... writer... Shen Zhihuan?" The policeman, who suddenly reacted, seemed a little excited and began to stutter.

Before, he just felt that the name "Shen Zhihuan" sounded familiar, but he didn't dare to think about the writer Shen Zhihuan.

I never expected that the great writer Shen Zhihuan was actually a young and immature girl.

Qin Bin frowned and looked at the excited policeman with some displeasure, feeling sour in his heart.

"My name is Shen Zhihuan. I have written some articles, but they were all for a living. I am far from being a writer." Shen Zhihuan smiled faintly.

"I've read the article you wrote. Although the language is not fancy, it is sonorous and powerful, and it makes people's blood boil when reading it. The words are accurate and vivid, and the emotions are rich and real. It is much better than those crappy articles piled up with fancy language." The policeman became more and more excited as he spoke.

"You're too kind!" Shen Zhihuan grinned without any shyness, revealing a row of white little teeth.

Someone felt even more sad.

Shen Xiaoqing, who was standing by, was so shocked by this scene that her eyes turned red.

(End of this chapter)