Ruan Mingli's mother-in-law grabbed Ma Zhaoxian by the sleeve, tears and snot streaming down her face as she said, "General Manager Ma, our Xiaochang was stabbed twice! Fifty thousand yuan really isn't much, but when a scholar meets a soldier, reason cannot be explained. Can you help us get it back?"
Ma Zhaoxian clicked his tongue and pondered. "If those fifty thousand yuan were compensation given as a private gift, then logically, they should belong to you."
Ruan Mingli's mother-in-law immediately said, "It was a private gift. That Comrade Jia from the Labor Union said so at the time. He said it was a token of goodwill given privately because our Xiaozhang was injured."
"..."
Shang Bin stood to the side, his face nearly black.
What did she mean, "a token of goodwill"? That was plainly hush money. If hush money did not keep someone quiet, then was it still fucking hush money?
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Zhang family had already been scared senseless once at the police station. Now they were possessed by greed, fantasizing about swallowing those fifty thousand yuan. Were they not afraid of choking themselves to death?
What now? Was he supposed to take everything upon himself again and tell the Zhang family, Go back to the capital, and I'll give you one hundred thousand?
What right did he have to give them one hundred thousand? What was he trying to cover up?
Sun Xianjin and Old Feng were still standing right there! The two of them were from The Department.
They appeared to have been sent by Liang Furu to "verify the sealed data," but Shang Bin was certain they had also been assigned to "gather intelligence."
As Shang Bin looked at the smile on Ma Zhaoxian's face, he could almost feel the