novelraw Chapter 132: self-inflicted humiliation
Chapter 132: self-inflicted humiliation
Chapter 132 Self-Inflicted Humiliation
"Binbin..." Qin Lijuan was dumbfounded.
She didn't expect to encounter this situation at all.
I didn’t get the money back, but...
"Comrade, are you sure you have been extorted 7,000 yuan?" the policeman looked serious.
"I..." Qin Lijuan's pupils shrank suddenly and she was speechless.
"Comrade, can we leave? If it's too late, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the last train?" Shen Zhihuan looked at the police 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 full of mania.
The Qin family has no hope. If they don't get the money back, how will they live in the future?
Shen Zhihuan glanced at the increasingly irritable Shen Xiaoqing with a smile, handed the oil paper bag containing the meat buns to Lin Tianxia, and calmly opened the top and bottom pockets for everyone to see.
Except for a letter, a remittance slip and a fifty-cent note, there was not even an extra piece of white paper.
"Is there something here that belongs to you?" Shen Zhihuan's lips curled up 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 money 7,000 yuan is? An ordinary teacher's monthly salary is 26 yuan. Your father has been in class for 12 years. Sixteen times twelve, one year is three hundred and twelve, and twelve years is three thousand seven hundred and forty-four yuan.”
"You don't eat or drink and your mouth is sewn shut. It only costs 3,744 yuan for twelve years. Oh! And your... dad..."
Shen Zhihuan kept repeating the words "this father" over and over again.
Shen Xiaoqing was so angry that she almost pounced on him and bit him.
"Three years with your mother. Three years is thirty-six months. Seven thousand minus thirty-seven hundred and forty-four is thirty-two hundred and fifty-six. In other words, if you don't eat or drink, you won't get sick." In this case, your father's monthly salary is at least... ninety yuan and forty-five cents. "
Shen Zhihuan couldn't help but clicked his tongue twice.
"It's not that I don't know, but I'm shocked that I can save so much money without eating or drinking for fifteen years."
Speaking of this, Shen Zhihuan looked at Lin Tianxia with a look of disdain, "We are also a teacher's family. A family of three can save so much money by working alone, but your family of four can't even get a 400 yuan gift if all four members of your family work. Come out, do you think you are a coward or not?”
"My family eats wind, drinks dew, practices big grain, and even burns relics after death. Our family eats whole grains and can only burn a handful of ashes. How can we compare with others? Is this comparable?" Lin Tianxia laughed. A sound.
"Then I will also think about fasting when I go back today, and try to save 7,000 yuan in fifteen years, and burn the relics in a hundred years." A slight smile escaped from the corner of Shen Zhihuan's mouth.
"Are you thinking about Bigu?" Lin Tianxia sneered.
"If you're thinking about fasting, you might as well think about how to find a teacher who can earn twenty-six yuan a month, and make sure that he can't eat or drink without getting sick like you, and that your future parents-in-law will also have to eat and drink without getting sick. To avoid getting sick from drinking it, both are indispensable, otherwise...your efforts to live without food will be in vain."
The two men sang and mocked each other, causing the policemen on the side to laugh uncontrollably.
Qin Lijuan and her daughter were even more humiliated by this wanton mockery and could not hold their heads up.
Qin Bin stood up with a smile, "Comrade, I can prove that Shen Jianguo, this woman's current man, only earns about sixty yuan a month. It is impossible for her to make the seven thousand yuan she said, unless she has something. Hidden sources of money.”
"If you don't believe it, I can provide you with the Shen family's phone number 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 how they have practiced Bigu. That’s it.”
Qin Lijuan's and her daughter's faces instantly turned ugly.
Shen Jianguo and Mr. Shen were already very dissatisfied with them, and this matter was going to come to them again... Panic flashed across the faces of Qin Lijuan and her daughter.
"Comrade, this is your previous record. Please read it carefully. If there is nothing wrong, please sign your name and write down the Shen family's phone number in this record book so that we can verify the situation later." The police will The record book was handed to Qin Lijuan.
When the police handle a case, it is naturally impossible for the police to listen to one thing and believe the other. They must pay attention to evidence in everything.
It is impossible to say what the reporter said.
That way, the world will not be in chaos.
When Qin Lijuan heard this, her face turned pale and she shook her head repeatedly, "I don't have seven thousand yuan. I'm just angry that Shen Zhihuan exposed my life experience, so... I deliberately wronged her."
Shen Xiaoqing also calmed down at this moment, knowing that continuing to make trouble would only make things worse.
It doesn't do any good to their mother and daughter.
"Then how do you explain this letter?" The policeman took out Qin Lijuan's letter with a half-smile.
Qin Lijuan's heart skipped a beat, "Believe..."
"Pfft!" Lin Tianxia, who craned her neck to take a look, couldn't help laughing.
After being a first-grade class teacher for a month, Lin Tianxia still saw such ugly words in the first few days of school.
"Where did you find this written by a three-year-old child?" Lin Tianxia laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward.
"You don't go out to ask around even if you want to lie. Shen Zhihuan is the best in handwriting in our class. Wouldn't it be too perfunctory for you to use handwriting written by a three-year-old child to accuse her? Do you really think that everyone is following you? Same shame and no IQ?"
With this little bit of moral integrity, he still dares to play tricks.
Lin Tianxia put her arms around Shen Zhihuan's shoulders, sultry.
"Oh! That's right! I forgot to tell you that my family Zhihuan earns work points every day and earns hundreds of dollars in royalties a month, which is much better than what you two can do by dreaming. So, in the future, use less money to talk things over. My family Zhihuan The most important thing Huan lacks is money.”
"Are you that...writer...Shen Zhihuan?" The policeman who suddenly reacted seemed a little excited and began to stutter when he spoke.
Before, he just thought the name "Shen Zhihuan" was familiar, but he didn't dare to think about the writer Shen Zhihuan.
It was completely unexpected that the great writer Shen Zhihuan was actually a naive little girl.
Qin Bin frowned and glanced at the excited policeman with some displeasure, feeling sour in his heart.
"My name is Shen Zhihuan, and I have written a few manuscripts, but they were all just for a living, and I am far from being a writer." Shen Zhihuan smiled lightly.
"I have read the articles you wrote. Although the language is not gorgeous, it is sonorous and powerful. It is exciting to read. The wording is accurate and vivid, and the emotions are rich and true. It is much better than those **** articles piled up with gorgeous language. "The more the police talked, the more excited they became.
"You're flattered!" Shen Zhihuan grinned without any embarrassment, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.
Someone felt even more sad.
Shen Xiaoqing on the side was even more irritated by this scene.
(End of chapter)