Power and Wealth

Evening.

It's less than 7: 00.

At home, Dong Xuebin and his mother sat together for dinner with an intolerable expression on their faces. The sitting room was silent. Dong Xuebin sighed and clamped the dishes.

“Bin, what's wrong? ”

“… okay. ”

“You call that look okay? Who pissed you off again? ”

“An old man named Chu Qinghua, he doesn't know his last name! ”

“Again, don't get old with that temper, you're in a hurry. ”

“I'm not in a hurry.” Dong Xuebin photographed the chopsticks: “When the Central Investigation Team arrived, I kindly reminded him of Chu Qinghua and asked them to prepare as soon as possible, but he? I didn't even say thank you. Not only did you not appreciate it, but you hung up on me! You dumped a face on me! Am I fucking warning you wrong? ”

Xiaoping also frowned. “Is there someone like that? ”

“More than this, just a few days ago at a wedding party, he Chu Qinghua son married, didn't invite me, so don't say anything. I happened to pass by the door, so I went in with one of my cadres to congratulate him. Hey, I gave him face and congratulated him. Guess what? He actually messed with my back. By the way, I didn't know the name of the restaurant, I let the restaurant bring up a piece of tofu scum. I offended the district secretary's lover and the district manager. If I hadn't felt something was wrong later, I really don't know what Chu Chinghua did. Who do you call this? What do you call that? This is fucking shit on my head! Three times and five times! ”

Xiaoping heard that he was silent.

Dong Xuebin's patience was also limited. Once, twice and three times, Chu Qinghua's actions finally made Dong Xuebin completely mad!

Fuck you!

Aren't you arrogant? Isn't that behind me?

Come on, Chu Tsinghua! Let you know who Dong Xuebin is today!

After eating, Dong Xuebin went back to his bedroom, turned on his own laptop, connected to the internet, and searched quickly. Dong Xuebin needed to find a breakthrough. Didn't you Chu Tsinghua have the title of an old model unit? Fine, come and go without being rude, then I'll fuck you up too! I'd like to see if you can get past the central inspection team!

One minute... Five minutes... Ten minutes... Dong Xuebin banged the keyboard, Xiaoping had nothing to do, so he packed up the house for his son, wiped it here, and swept it there.

“Son, don't you want the newspaper in the closet? ”

“What number? ”

“Yo, it's New Year's Eve. It's been months. ”

“No, it's supposed to be the new secretary. It's not clean. ”

“Hey, this news, Safe Street? To the nursing home? Bin, take a look. ”

Dong Xuebin blinked and put down his mouse and got up and walked to the living room. “What's wrong?” After that, I took the Fenzhou City newspaper from my mother.

In the third edition, Hercules is a big title: "To the elderly, who is responsible for the loss of the elderly".

It was reported in the news that a community elderly's home was run by Ping An Street in Nanshan District. This newspaper was four or five months ago. Earlier in the accident, at the end of last year, a local resident named Su Xiaochun sent his mother to a nearby elderly's home. Her mother had Alzheimer's. After going in, Su Xiaochun repeatedly ordered the hospital. However, on the third day, Su Xiaochun's mother disappeared from the elderly home, called the police and could not be found for a month. Su Xiaochun later found the community elderly's home in Ping An Street to talk about compensation, but said that it had nothing to do with them, had no obligation to bear responsibility, and had no money to accompany them.

After watching the news, Xiaoping was unhappy, "I knew to shirk my responsibilities! What kind of a toast is this? ”

Dong Xuebin also agreed with his mother. He said that this is the kind of home you do in the safe street? Still fighting over old model units? Model fart!

He returned to the house with the newspaper and raised his hand and called Sujia.

“Hello, Tobin? ”

“Sister Su, are you still in the unit? One thing. ”

“Oh, overtime today, with the office, you say. ”

“I have a copy of your newspaper Fenzhou, January 7th, and I want to check it out.” As soon as the details were given, Dong Xuebin hung up.

Soon after, Sudja's number called back to get things straight.

Six months have passed, Su Xiaochun's mother is still unable to find it. It seems that the elderly home only lost 10,000 yuan in symbolic terms, but it is too little, not even the most basic sincerity. I heard that the hospital did not admit that it was their fault at all. Only said that this 10,000 yuan was due to humanitarian aid. As a result, the Su Xiaochun family seemed to have gone several times again, and then it was unclear.

“Do you have Su Xiaochun's contact number? ”

“Yes.” Sujia read through the file.

“Sister, thank you. ”

Dong Xuebin lit up this series of phone numbers with his hands. This is what he said. Then he flipped the phone and moved his mind. At the end of the day, he called Guo Panwei, whom he trusted more.

“Pan Wei, I, I need you to do something for me. ”

“Something tells you to do, promise to complete the task!” Guo Panwei's tone is still as respectful as usual.

Dong Xuebin sounded very comfortable. He immediately explained the details of the matter in detail and repeatedly explained how, and so on.

… 7: 30 p.m.

Ping An Street, a residential building in Meizhuang community.

Su Xiaochun, in his 40s, was watching TV with her husband. His mother had been missing for more than six months. Since then, there has been no smile in the house. Su Xiaochun regretted sending his mother to the nursing home all the time. If she kept her mother at home to spend time with them, this would not have happened.

The bell, the phone rings at home.

Su Xiaochun reached out and said, "Hello. ”

The voice of a man sounded, “Hello, is this Ms. Su Xiaochun Su? ”

“Who are you? ”

“I'm a reporter for the South Morning News. I'd like to give you a telephone interview. May I have a moment? ”

“Reporter? What is it?”

“Is it true that the disappearance of your mother has not yet been resolved? Mei Zhuang Jing Home didn't give you a word? But recently, the inspection team of the central toast model unit came down. The Ping An Street Office has been selected to nominate a toast model unit. What do you think about this? ”

“What?” Su Xiaochun exploded as soon as he heard it. “Do they want to be an old model unit? My mother hasn't found it yet! Not yet!! ”

Her lover looked over and said, "Haru, what's wrong? ”

Sun Xiaochun hung up angrily, "Here comes the central leader! You have to give me an argument this time! ”

(To be continued)