"If you can do it yourself, why are you afraid of what others say? The new society values democracy and freedom. People have the right to speak freely."
Zhou Ronghua had no good impression of Yang Baiyi.
If this kid hadn't become a general twice, he wouldn't have spent so much money and owed a lot of food coupons and meat coupons.
I just said a few more polite words and he took me in hand.
After finishing the meal, I had already walked to the door of Zhongzhou Hotel, but he called me back.
The money was spent, and it wouldn't be a big deal if the youngest son could get a job. But the current situation seems to indicate that neither the daughter nor the son-in-law is willing to help, which makes Zhou Ronghua and his wife a little annoyed.
"Freedom and democracy, freedom of speech, are only allowed if they do not harm others.
Spreading rumors, insulting and slandering, and openly smearing senior officials are illegal and criminal.
As for where his information comes from, naturally the public security comrades will ask him."
Yang Baiyi looked deeply at Zhou Ronghua and his wife, then turned and went downstairs.
"We are all old neighbors and colleagues. You can't be so extreme."
"After you've offended someone, you just leave and we still have to live here!"
No matter how the couple shouted at the stairs, Yang Baiyi didn't even turn his head.
"Dad, Mom, please stop them! If the police really arrest Hou San, what will the old neighbors in the family compound think of our family?"
Zhou Ronghua turned and looked at the old couple with an anxious expression.
"Brother, you didn't give Hou San the news, did you? Otherwise, why are you so nervous?"
Zhou Fugui looked at his elder brother with a questioning look.
"Master, you are finally smart for once. If our niece doesn't have a betrothal gift, how would outsiders know about it except for our family?
Last weekend, we had dinner with my in-laws. Who paid the bill? If we don’t tell him, Hou San won’t know.”
"Mom, there are spies in the house."
After the analysis, Pan Xia came to the conclusion that there must be a traitor in the family.
"Boss, did you really tell Hou San?"
Chai Sujuan glared at Zhou Ronghua and questioned.
"Mom, don't listen to what they say. How could we ruin our daughter's reputation?"
"Pan Xia, you silly woman, what kind of spy are you talking about? Are you just saying that nonsense?"
Zhou Ronghua and his wife complained about their grievances while the other scolded his sister-in-law Pan Xia.
The Zhou family was instantly in chaos.
"I have to run some errands. Do you want to go home or come with me in the car?"
Yang Baiyi opened the car door and saw the two brothers sitting in the car with smug looks on their faces, looking here and touching there. Everything in the jeep was new to them.
"Big brother, can we go together? Will it affect your work?"
"Big brother, will you come back later?"
Of course the two brothers wanted to go together, as there weren't many opportunities to ride in a car.
"Come back, can't you see me? I still have to come back to pick up your eldest sister and brother-in-law!"
"Okay, we'll go together."
The two brothers swiftly got out of the front driver's seat and got into the back seat.
Yang Baiyi started the jeep and drove directly to the Municipal Bureau.
"Big brother, you gave us the keys and let us sit in the car, but we didn't move anything."
When the two brothers saw that Yang Baiyi actually took them to the Municipal Bureau, they instantly lost their minds.
"What are you thinking about? I'm here to do some business. Just stay in the car and I'll be back when I'm done."
Yang Baiyi had just opened the car door when the police came over to inquire about the situation.
"Comrade, is there anything we can cooperate with?"
There was no such thing as civil service exams in those days, and the police were all retired soldiers from the army. They could tell at a glance that the jeep was for military use.
"Hello, comrade. I'm looking for Director Cheng."
Yang Baiyi took out his military officer ID and handed it to the public security comrade who came over to ask questions.
"Comrade, follow me."
The public security comrade saluted Yang Baiyi with a standard military salute and took Yang Baiyi to the director's office.
The public security comrade took Yang Baiyi to the office door, knocked on it to explain the situation, and then turned and left.
Such a high-ranking leader came to see their director in person, so he must have something important to say, otherwise he would just send a guard over.
These days, the less you know, the safer you are. Sometimes the price of curiosity is more than a small police officer like him can bear.
"Commander, have we met before?"
Cheng Liang was also puzzled. He had never seen such a young major general before, but he looked very familiar.
"Director Cheng, I participated in the suppression operation at Factory 612."
Yang Baiyi reminded.
"Yes, yes, yes, I was wondering why he looked so familiar! Commander Lin's son-in-law is actually a major general. He's really good at hiding his identity.
"Chief, please take a seat. What instructions do you have for me today?"
He hurriedly asked Yang Baiyi to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.
Although they are not in the same system now, the administrative level corresponding to a major general is higher than that of him as the director.
"I'm here to report a situation to you. Hou San, a tow factory employee, is suspected of fabricating rumors and slandering senior officials, causing extremely negative consequences."
In this era, the law is not perfect, and the same thing can be charged with completely different crimes.
The amount of sentencing depends entirely on the mood of the investigators.
Take the case of Hou San for example. If no one pursues the matter, nothing will happen. If they want to teach him a lesson, the neighborhood committee can criticize and educate him, or they can arrest him and detain him for a few days.
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