In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

He glanced at the people in front of him, and then said to them calmly:

"You may not understand the situation very well. Our supply and marketing cooperative is not short of wood now. The wood we have prepared is enough for us to use."

"Besides, we have already arranged the staff for our supply and marketing cooperative, and we are not short of people. You want to threaten me in this way, but that is impossible."

"I will not give in to your unreasonable demands."

After saying these words, Wang Jianguo turned around and walked towards Song Guohua who was sitting at his desk. After he stood still, he said to Song Guohua with a serious face:

"Director Song, there is something I have not told you. A few days ago, people from our supply and marketing cooperative went to the mountains to cut wood, so that we can use it later."

"We specially marked the wood we needed. But the next day, when we went to the mountains again."

"But they found that the trees that were marked had been cut down by others. Now they come out and say they have the timber."

"If they didn't steal it, who else could have stolen it?"

There was a hint of grievance in Wang Jianguo's eyes, but at the same time he was full of expectations for fairness and justice. He hoped that Song Guohua could understand the truth of the matter and uphold justice.

After hearing Wang Jianguo's narration, Song Guohua's already serious face became even more solemn. He frowned tightly, with doubt and dissatisfaction in his eyes. He turned to look at Wang Jianguo and asked:

"There is such a thing. Why didn't you tell me earlier? We can't just let this go."

Wang Jianguo sighed softly and said slowly:

"Director Song, you don't know. We did want to argue with them at the beginning."

"After all, those were the wood we had painstakingly marked, and it would be hard for anyone to feel comfortable just to have it chopped down like that."

"But then we thought about it carefully. People like them who are capable of stealing wood will definitely not admit it easily."

"They will most likely deny it, and maybe even turn the tables and accuse us of slandering them."

"Not only will we not be able to retrieve the wood, but we may also get into trouble. So, after much thought, we decided not to make it public for now."

"See what they are going to do. As expected, they lost their patience today and came to our door on their own."

Wang Jiqing listened to Wang Jianguo's story, his face turning red and white. When Wang Jianguo finished speaking, he immediately denied it:

"You are talking nonsense. There is nothing wrong with this. Stop slandering us. We are all honest villagers. How could we do such sneaky things?"

Although his voice was loud, his eyes were evasive and he didn't dare to look directly at Wang Jianguo.

After hearing what Wang Jiqing said, Wang Jianguo calmly turned around and said to him:

"I'm talking nonsense? Then tell me, how did you know we were short of wood? You just said you heard it from someone else, so tell me clearly now, who did you hear it from?"

"Let's be frank. There are only five of us going to get the wood. All five of us can come and confront you face to face."

"If you really heard it from someone else, then you can name this person and clear your name."

Wang Jiqing was speechless after hearing Wang Jianguo's question. His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to refute.

He originally thought that this young man from another place would be easy to deal with, but now he realized that he was totally wrong.

This Wang Jianguo looks young, but he is meticulous and steady in his work. He is not as easy to fool as he imagined.

He stood there, like a child who had done something wrong, with his head lowered, not daring to say another word.

Wang Jianguo saw that Wang Jiqing stopped talking after being asked by him, and he knew that he was guilty. So he turned to Song Guohua and said in a serious and sincere manner:

"Director Song, I'm sure the wood they stole is still in their village. If you don't believe me, you can take someone to search for it yourself."

"If you search like this, everything will be revealed, and you will know that everything I say is true."

Song Guohua has worked in this commune in the Great Northern Wilderness for many years and is quite a skilled worker.

He looked at Wang Jiqing, who was keeping his head down and saying nothing, and he already had an idea in his mind. He knew that what Wang Jianguo said was most likely true.

He slowly stood up and walked towards Wang Jiqing.

When he arrived in front of Wang Jiqing, he reached out his hand and gently patted Wang Jiqing on the shoulder, saying earnestly:

"Old Wang, we have been neighbors for many years. How could you make such a mistake?"

"Comrade Wang Jianguo is from the old city. If we do something like this, won't we be laughed at by him?"

"You know, although our Great Northern Wilderness is a big place, the most important thing is the good morals. Today, I will talk to you about this."

"Just return the wood to the owner. We are all on good terms. Don't make things too awkward because of this."

"We all make a living on this land, and we will have a lot to work together on in the future."

Song Guohua's words were not only meant for Wang Jiqing alone, but also for Wang Jianguo.

He had been the director of a commune in the Great Northern Wilderness for so many years, and he knew how difficult it was. In this place, it was indeed not easy to make a great contribution that would shake the world.

But he has always adhered to one principle, which is to try his best to maintain peace in the commune and not want too many disputes.

He hoped that through his mediation, the matter could be properly resolved so that Wang Jianguo would not feel wronged and Wang Jiqing would not be embarrassed.

Wang Jiqing thought about it after hearing what Song Guohua said. He thought, things have come to this point, and Song Guohua has already stepped in to mediate.

If the stalemate continues, it will not be good for myself and the village.

Although I originally wanted to let the villagers work in the supply and marketing cooperative so that the village could have an extra source of income, this plan has now failed, but fortunately there is no actual loss.

So he looked up at Song Guohua, then at Wang Jianguo, and said helplessly:

"Director Song, since you said so, we are willing to return the wood to him, okay?"

"However, Comrade Wang Jianguo, this is really a misunderstanding. I hope you don't take it to heart."

Seeing that Wang Jiqing agreed so readily, Song Guohua's lips curled up slightly, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and he nodded slowly.

Then he turned his gaze to Wang Jianguo with a questioning look in his eyes, as if waiting for Wang Jianguo's reaction.