"You bitch, how dare you steal my man!"
Director Cheng's wife Zhang Song could not accept this fact. She rushed over, sat on the widow, and attacked her left and right.
Pa pa pa, in just a few seconds, the man's cheeks were swollen and red.
The young widow was shocked and in a trance. In addition, this incident happened suddenly and she was watched by so many people that she had no desire to live.
He didn't resist and just let others do whatever they wanted as if he had accepted his fate.
The Zhang family noticed something was wrong and hurried over to pull Zhang Song back: "Sister, stop for a moment! Don't risk yourself for something like this!"
Zhang Song took a deep breath, glanced at the onlookers, and endured the heartache to handle Director Cheng's funeral.
He also asked the public security comrades who came with him to severely punish the young widow for murder.
The police were in a difficult position because it was an accident, but the Zhang family was so powerful that they dared not refute it on the spot.
Cheng Xun said calmly: "We will deal with it seriously according to the regulations."
His serious appearance fooled him.
Qin Jianye was curious and asked the people around him: "Who is Director Cheng's wife?"
"Brother, are you from out of town?"
Qin Jianye nodded: "I'm here on a business trip."
"No wonder!" The man tutted his lips, "Director Cheng really doesn't know how to appreciate his blessings.
He married a beautiful and powerful wife, but he was not satisfied and even had affairs with other women outside.
Don’t you think about it, if there was no Zhang Song, could he become the director of the singing committee?
Back then, Director Cheng was just a little beggar who had fled famine from the south. It was the girl from the Zhang family who saw his handsome appearance and took him home to raise him, which led to the man he is today.
Moreover, the Zhang family is very capable and holds important positions in various units, making outstanding contributions not only to our provincial capital, but also to other cities."
"You mean, the Zhang family are good officials?"
"Of course not, the reputation is quite good!"
Qin Jianye stroked his chin, thinking that if he were a good official, he wouldn't come to pick the lock. That's it.
After the farce ended, he left with the crowd.
Seeing that Mr. Xu was still sitting in the flower bed at the bottom of the building, they went over, supported him, and sent him back to the vicinity of the widow's house.
On the way, Mr. Xu asked, "What's going on up there?"
There were a lot of people there just now, and Qin Jianye was afraid of a stampede, so he didn't let the old man go up.
When asked, Qin Jianye explained the situation upstairs: "I heard that the Zhang family has a good reputation?"
Old Master Xu smiled and said, "If we are not from the same family, we will not enter the same door."
Qin Jianye: "......"
Who the hell is telling the truth? Who should he believe?
Qin Jianye humbly asked the old man about the Zhang family's situation, and only then did he realize that even the best trees can have problems. Although the Zhang family is prosperous, there are still some useless descendants.
Qin Jianye breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was good that it wasn't rotten from the root.
As for Zhang Song, he was just a branch of the Zhang family. He worked under the name of the direct descendant and found a position as the director of the singing committee for Cheng Xing. Since then, he has been robbing and looting, and is very arrogant.
"Old man, how do you know this?"
Mr. Xu paused, pointing in a direction and saying, "I used to be a neighbor of theirs."
Qin Jianye understood and took note of the direction.
After returning to the Chen family's old house to rest for a while, I went to find my partner, Master Hu.
Master Hu was excited when he heard about the excitement and pulled Qin Jianye to find out what happened.
After Qin Jianye finished telling him everything, Master Hu slapped his thigh and said, "Old Qin, it's a good thing you went home to sleep last night. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to bring back any 'specialties' after this trip. It would be so embarrassing."
Qin Jianye's mouth twitched, thinking that only you would take gossip as a specialty.
However, it is indeed quite interesting. No wonder Master Hu's wife always sticks to them to listen to stories every time she comes back to the team.
"Master Hu, are we going back today or tomorrow?"
Hu Peng looked at the sky. It was cloudy again, with a few snowflakes floating in the sky from time to time.
He shook his head and said, "It depends. If it doesn't rain too much, we'll leave in the afternoon. If it rains heavily, we'll wait two days."
It's winter now, so you have to pay attention to safety and have more flexibility in terms of time.
But the twelfth month is an exception, and we have to work overtime to prepare for the spring break.
Qin Jianye chatted with Master Hu for a while and then went back.
As soon as he entered the yard, he found Cheng Xun and the young policeman there, so he asked with a smile about the Zhang family's situation.
The two of them talked about what they could, and pointed to the woodshed: "The person is locked up over there, you can't go over there!"
Qin Jianye immediately turned serious and said, "Don't worry, I won't take a single step over there."
Then he became curious: "Didn't they say the young widow has a son? What about the child?"
Cheng Xun teased him, "Why, you want to take it home and raise it?"
Qin Jianye hurriedly shook his head: "I dare not, Xiaojun alone is enough to give me a headache."
Cheng Xun smiled and said, "Zhang Song took him away."
"Ah, so generous?"
"After all, it's her husband's child." Cheng Xun nodded. "Zhang Song and Cheng Xing have been married for many years without having any children. I think that's the source of their breakup."
Qin Jianye curled his lips and thought, what kind of relationship breakdown is this? If it really broke down, why not get a divorce?
It's just that I couldn't resist my instinct and had to steal something.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but straighten his body.
Many people in their transport team have families outside, but he is different and keeps himself clean.
Without Chen Yunwei's warning, everyone stayed away from those women. He was truly a role model for men.
The group chatted for a while and then went about their own business.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and soon the ground was covered with white.
However, after noon, the sun came out and the snow disappeared.
Qin Jianye breathed a sigh of relief and went to the department store to shop.
Actually, there wasn't much to buy. But he was bored these days.
After a quick walk, I bought two bottles of Moutai and some food. Suddenly, I saw the cinema.
Qin Jianye spent two cents to watch a black-and-white movie, and it was dark when he came out.
The north wind blew, making his face hurt. Qin Jianye quickened his pace and soon returned to the Chen family's old house.
All the comrades from the Public Security Bureau have gone home, leaving only one on duty.
Qin Jianye went into the house and fiddled with it for a while, then came out with a bottle of Erguotou and half a pound of peanuts, and started chatting with the other party.
When the young comrade saw Qin Jianye come in, he hurried to get him a stool.
Qin Jianye put the things next to the stove and said, "It's winter, you guys must be working hard, and you have to keep watch all night."
The young comrade smiled and said, "It's not so bad. After eight o'clock, the shop will close. If no one comes to look for me, I can sleep until dawn."
Qin Jianye raised his hand and touched the young comrade's cotton-padded jacket. It wasn't very thick. "Don't the bureau issue military coats? Will this hold up?"
"Well, the military coats are issued by the army. It's thanks to you that our bureau has a duty room that can shelter us from the wind and rain."
Qin Jianye didn't take any credit for himself and opened the wine: "Can you drink it? It's winter, do you want to drink something to warm yourself up?"
The young comrade hesitated for a moment, but still took the bottle of wine.
To be honest, he hasn't had a drink for three to five years, so he missed it.
I took a sip of the small bottle Qin Jianye gave me, thinking it wouldn't delay anything.
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