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Old Cheng's anger was dispelled by the clear palm print on Li Huiru's face. All this was caused by Zhao Liushi and had nothing to do with his beloved sister Li.

"Forget it, I have the final say. I'd better go back and get some sleep."

After hearing the news, the deaf old lady Wang was so anxious that she could not sit still at home. Once this matter was confirmed, even if Yi Zhonghai had many mouths, he would not be able to explain it.

Yi Zhonghai was her future support, and she couldn't make any mistakes. After walking around the yard, she found that no one could be trusted. So, she took Lao Cheng and went to Yi Zhonghai's house.

The aunt was wiping her tears at home.

"Cui Mei, stop crying. Old Chengzi, tell me what's going on. Why are you suddenly talking about Zhong Hai and Li Huiru?"

Until now, Old Cheng was still confused. He didn't understand how a good deed turned into an affair. He told the deaf old lady Wang, whom he trusted the most, everything he knew.

"Old lady, in the morning you were still saying that Zhongda gave Sister Li 20 yuan a month, but in the afternoon it became unclear."

Others may not understand, but the deaf old lady Wang guessed the reason. Anyone who heard that Yi Zhonghai gave Li Huiru money every month would think about that. There are many people in the world who are miserable, but Li Huiru is obviously not one of them.

Yi Zhonghai's concern for Li Huiru has exceeded the normal range, and only a simple person like Lao Cheng would not make such an association.

The deaf old lady Wang doesn’t care whether Yi Zhonghai and Li Huiru have any personal feelings for each other. She only cares about how to deal with this crisis.

"Old Cheng, do you know how the factory handles Zhonghai?"

Old Cheng scratched his head. "No big move. Just asked Uncle Zhong to review his mistakes on the radio and deducted a few months' salary."

"How is Zhong Hai doing?"

Old Cheng was stunned and stammered, "I was busy trying to stop people in the cafeteria from talking about Sister Li, and forgot to look for Uncle Zhong. I thought the factory's punishment would definitely be announced on the radio."

The aunt scolded Lao Cheng, "Uncle Zhong is so good to you, but you just stood by and watched when he got into trouble. What is there about Li Huiru that is worth your concern? Old Yi is so important to you, but he is not as important as a widow?"

Old Cheng was at a loss and couldn't explain it clearly.

In Lao Cheng's mind, all problems seemed to be solved by Yi Zhonghai. Yi Zhonghai often told him that Li Huiru was in a difficult situation and needed help.

So the first thing that Lao Cheng thought of was to help Li Huiru resolve the crisis, without realizing that Yi Zhong

"Brother Zhu, are you sure that Lao Zhang is in the factory? Shouldn't he go to the office for a meeting?" an old lady asked doubtfully.

There was a flash of anger in the deaf old lady's eyes, as if she was blaming this lady for not telling her earlier even though she knew where Zhang Dazhi had gone.

"I forgot all about it, Sister Li. Director Zhang too. A good man like Brother Zhang needs to undergo ideological education. Isn't it just a waste of time?" Brother Zhu scratched his head in a naive manner, revealing a hint of confusion in his words.

There was a hint of embarrassment in the old lady's eyes; after all, family disgrace should not be exposed to outsiders.

"Zhang Dazhi, Liu Wenbo, what's wrong with you two? You don't listen carefully in class!" Director Zhang glared at the two of them angrily and questioned them sternly.

Zhang Dazhi thought about it, but he couldn't figure out who spread the rumors about him and Qin Huairu. Xu Daqiang was the most likely person, but he couldn't confirm it. When he met Daqiang in the Propaganda Department, he didn't act like he was lying.

Except Xu Daqiang and Liu Wenbo, no one seemed suspicious. Liu Wenbo, who was sitting next to him, was flustered. He wanted to take revenge on Su Zhizhi, but he never thought of pushing him into a corner. In the morning, everyone was praising Su Zhizhi for giving Qin Huairu 20 yuan every month. Who would have thought that after lunch break, the wind direction suddenly changed, and the rumor turned out that Su Zhizhi did these things to please Qin Huairu. Even if the factory did not pursue the responsibility, Liu Wenbo still felt guilty, especially when he sat at the same table with Su Zhizhi in class, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Facing Director Zhang's question, Su Zhizhi replied: "Director Zhang, I have recently undertaken some tasks assigned by my superiors, and I really can't spare the time to study every day. Can I take a few days off and come back to study after I have completed the tasks?"

Liu Wenbo also echoed: "Our workshop tasks are also very heavy, Director Zhang, please let us rest for a few days!"

At this time, Yan Jianguo on the side interrupted and said, "Director Zhang, the school requires me to go home for a visit, so I also need to ask for leave."

Director Zhang looked at the three people and sighed helplessly. These days, he has been educating them earnestly, but the effect is minimal. It is obviously meaningless to continue wasting time with these three people.

"Do you think it's okay to not study hard? Look at what you have done. Are you the only ones with nothing to do? I am busy as hell."

The three of them lowered their heads and remained silent, thinking that they might not be able to escape this class.

However, Director Zhang suddenly said, "The office has been really busy lately. Go back and write a self-review and hand it in to the office. Whoever writes the most profound one will be exempted from this class."

Before he finished speaking, the three of them suddenly showed happy smiles on their faces.

After class, the three of them left the office in great joy. They had a relaxed smile on their faces, as if they were on holiday. For students, holidays always distinguish between good students and bad students. Yan Jianguo was considered a good student in this small group, so writing a self-criticism was no problem for him.

In contrast, Liu Wenbo had a headache. He could hardly recognize a few words, and writing a self-criticism was like going through fire and water for him.

"Old Yan, can you please write a self-criticism for me?" Liu Wenbo pleaded.

Yan Jianguo rolled his eyes and began to think. Writing a self-criticism was not difficult for him, but is there any good thing in this world without a reason?

"Lao Liu, it's not that I don't want to help you, but you have to understand that writing a self-criticism is not a trivial matter."

There was no need to hide their years of brotherhood, so Liu Wenbo directly offered: "Okay, one yuan, help me write one."

Although one yuan is not a small amount, it still cannot satisfy Yan Jianguo. "Lao Liu, I still have to write it myself. If it is not profound enough, I have to start over. I really don't have that much time."

"How about five yuan? Help me write it well. If it passes, I'll treat you to a drink." Liu Wenbo pleaded eagerly.

Yan Jianguo thought for a moment, and seeing that five yuan was not a small amount, he nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, Lao Liu, even if I don't write it for myself, I will do it for you first. I guarantee it will pass in one go."

Seeing Yan Jianguo's outstretched hand, Liu Wenbo had no choice but to respond: "I don't have any money, I'll go home and ask my wife to bring it to you."

Yan Jianguo chuckled and agreed.

At this time, Su Zhizhi couldn't help but come up with an idea and took the initiative to propose: "Old Yan, I will also pay five dollars and a meal of wine, and you can also help me write a self-criticism?"

This was exactly what Yan Jianguo wanted, and he agreed immediately.