Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

Zhang Jianguo chuckled and felt that Ji Qinglan was still too naive. Some people in the black market value money more than their lives. As long as the money is in place, any big thing can be accomplished.

"Hehe, you don't understand." Zhang Jianguo smiled and didn't want to explain more to the two.

There are some things that cannot be known to more people.

Feeling despised by this man, the two looked at each other. Luo Xiufang spat at him in annoyance, and they pedaled hard together, leaving him behind.

"Hey! Wait for me! Ouch~~" Zhang Jianguo cried out, and then the car overturned.

The two looked back and couldn't help laughing. It turned out that Zhang Jianguo's bicycle tire accidentally hit a rock and he fell into the wheat field by the roadside.

If you become arrogant when you are in power, you will have to pay a price.

"Hmph! You deserve it." Luo Xiufang laughed.

Luo Xiufang has a good relationship with Liu Yumei, is also very familiar with Zhang Jianguo, and is bold in her words and actions.

After entering the county town, the three of them went directly to the transport team. Zhang Jianguo took out the certificate issued by the village and showed it to the guard, who quickly let them in.

The director was also notified and the person was taken to the dormitory.

The three of them thought they were just there to collect Xiang Xinghua's belongings, but they were actually led to an office.

There were three people sitting inside.

One of them was wearing a clean white shirt and suit pants, with a short flat head, and looked like a leader. Opposite him sat a young lady who wore a pair of black-framed glasses and had her hair combed meticulously. She looked serious and rigorous.

There was also a man in his forties sitting on the sofa. His arm was injured and had gauze hanging around his neck. His face was also injured, with broken skin at the corner of his eye and a gauze wrapped around his forehead. There was also a pair of crutches next to him. He was the oldest of the three and looked very depressed.

The three people who came in were all confused. They just came to collect the remains, but why did it look like a trial between three judges?

The crew-head greeted them politely. After learning the purpose of the three people's visit, he said, "This happened. I feel deeply saddened by Comrade Xiang's unfortunate experience. The factory will pay 300 yuan in compensation to the comrade who died in this accident."

When Zhang Jianguo heard this, he was immediately delighted. The purpose of their coming here was to use Xiang Xinghua's property during his lifetime to subsidize the money the village had contributed this time.

They didn't want more, so they just made up for the collective property and gave the rest to Xiang Xiangqing.

I didn't expect the factory would actually provide pensions.

That's great.

Three hundred yuan, after paying off the collective debt, there will be two hundred and eighty yuan left, so Xiang Xiangqing will not be left with nothing when he comes back.

He opened his mouth and wanted to thank the factory leaders, but the guy with the flat head suddenly changed the subject and it was like a bolt from the blue.

"It's just that Comrade Xiang received an advance salary from the transport team before his death, and also borrowed some money from his colleagues. The signed IOUs are all here, you can take a look."

As he spoke, he took a stack of bills from the bespectacled woman opposite him and handed it to Zhang Jianguo and the others.

Zhang Jianguo's hands were shaking as he looked at the IOUs, and by the end his whole body was shaking.

Two yuan, five yuan, ten yuan, twenty yuan... plus the 280 yuan salary received in advance from the factory, all added up to as much as 400 yuan.

The three hundred dollars he had earned was gone, and Zhang Jianguo felt dizzy, the world was spinning, and there was a taste of blood in his throat.

How could Xiang Xinghua, a young boy with no family, borrow so much money?

Where did all the money go?

He couldn't spend that much money in ten years.

What a prodigal!

Fortunately, he was not Xiang Xiangqing, otherwise he would have wanted to beat Xiang Xinghua to death.

No, he also wanted to beat this prodigal son to death. At this moment, Zhang Jianguo had even thought about how to educate his future son.

Luo Xiufang and Ji Qinglan also saw these IOUs. Luo Xiufang's face turned pale. Four hundred yuan was an astronomical figure for a farmer's family.

It could overwhelm half of the families in the Honghe Brigade.

She knew she shouldn't have come today.

Xiang Xinghua is not pitiful at all, he is clearly a disaster. Does he have to eat gold for every meal to earn so much money?

Ji Qinglan noticed that two of them were borrowed from Xiang Guo, and the total amount of the two was sixty-eight yuan.

It only takes a few seconds to fall from heaven to hell.

Seeing their grief-stricken looks, the bald man kindly explained, "These were originally private loans, and the factory had no control over them. But after they heard about Xiang Xinghua's situation, they took the IOUs to the Finance Department and brought them to the leaders. After investigation and verification, it was confirmed that these IOUs were authentic and valid, and were indeed signed by Xiang Xinghua himself."

His words nipped Zhang Jianguo's plan to question the authenticity of the IOU in the bud.

The meaning is very clear. The creditors are afraid that their hard-earned money will be lost, so they unite and make a scene in front of the leaders, trying to take the pension.

Debts are wiped out when you die? Impossible. All the money is earned through hard work. Everyone has a family to support. It is not easy for anyone.

"Leader, we don't know about this either. Xiang Xinghua's family situation is special. His parents are not around, and he died at a young age..." Zhang Jianguo played the emotional card with trembling lips.

Two words: playing the victim!

Obviously, the guy with the flat head also knew about this, and it was very frustrating for the factory to encounter this kind of thing.

Xiang Xinghua's performance in the factory was mediocre, his work ability was insufficient, he didn't spend time learning technology, he was impatient and greedy for pleasure, alas! Anyway, he is gone, so let's not talk about him anymore!

"The factory held a meeting to study this matter and finally made the following decision..."

Zhang Jianguo and Luo Xiufang staggered out of the office, their feet felt light; the hot wind outside and the scorching sun dried the cold sweat on their backs.

Although they did not receive any compensation, fortunately they did not have to pay for the damage done to Xinghua, and the leaders of the transport team gave them a break.

Ji Qinglan was fine, it was none of her business, she was just helping to run errands.

She said to Zhang Jianguo and Luo Xiufang: "Comrade Xiangguo is ill. Should we buy some gifts and go to his home to express our condolences?"

Just now she deliberately asked Xiang Guo from the same village, but the guy with the flat head told them that Xiang Guo had asked for leave two days ago to go to the provincial capital for medical treatment and didn't know about Xiang Xinghua's murder.

Xiang Guo was also cunning. He asked for leave the day after Ji Qinglan followed him, so the matter had nothing to do with him.

But was Xiang Xinghua's death an accident or was he doing it on purpose?

When Zhang Jianguo heard about buying gifts, he felt terrible. He thought about how frustrated he had been in the office just now and how he almost had to take the blame for Xiang Xinghua. His voice tone unconsciously rose.

"No, he went to the provincial capital to see a doctor. We won't see him even if we go. Besides, we have no contact with him for a long time."

He walked forward angrily, towards the dormitory.

Luo Xiufang and Ji Qinglan looked at each other, Luo Xiufang spread her hands, and followed him. Her meaning was very clear.

The three of them arrived at the dormitory and found out from people that they were at Xiang Xinghua's shop. He was not married, so the factory allocated them a staff dormitory, a single room for twelve people. But when they went in and took a look, Zhang Jianguo became furious again.

There was no quilt on Xiang Xinghua's bed, and his clothes were in a mess, leaving only a torn mat and two torn clothes.