Chapter 399 Not a single point can be lost!
Chapter 399 Not a single point can be lost!
Director Zheng pressed him relentlessly, setting time limits and not giving Director Qi any chance to manipulate things behind the scenes or back out.
President Qi pursed his lips in dissatisfaction: "It can definitely be resolved this week."
"That won't do. I'll give you a maximum of 24 hours. If it's not resolved within that time, I'll need to ask you to come back and assist with the investigation."
"You!" President Qi gritted his teeth: "Fine, as you said, this matter will definitely be settled before the end of the workday tomorrow at noon."
Zheng Zhiguo summoned his subordinates and asked them to write a guarantee.
President Qi panicked: "What do you mean by this?"
I'm a bank manager, and I've made a promise to you, isn't that enough?
I will not leave any written record.
If you don't trust me, then so be it.
Writing guarantees is a common tactic used by Director Zheng and his associates.
There's a prerequisite here: the other party must admit their mistake before you can write it.
It's equivalent to getting the other party to admit their mistake and promise not to repeat it, or to promise to implement certain things.
This method is very effective in handling minor disputes and frictions.
This indirectly increases the cost of mistakes for those people, letting them know that going to the police station is a very unpleasant experience.
It'll take at least a lot of skin to peel off.
You can't just come over, have some tea, say a few words, and leave. There are no consequences for that, and those who make mistakes won't be afraid.
Writing something down is like leaving a trace, which is beneficial to the investigators. It makes it easier to deal with similar problems in the future, as there is more evidence.
"It's just a process."
It's not like I'm asking you to write a statement, what are you afraid of?
They say words are no proof.
This is just something we keep internally; it won't be entered into our system.
It won't be added to your personal file.
This isn't an administrative penalty.
Just write down whatever comes to mind: when and how quickly you will resolve Widow Sun's matter.
What, you can't guarantee it?
So what you just said was just to fool me, wasn't it?
You never intended to deal with it.
"Then you can't leave now."
Director Zheng gave another piece of nonsense.
Being questioned, even by ordinary questions, would make most people feel uncomfortable.
Once inside that place, the oppressive atmosphere, the fear of uncertainty...
Even people who haven't done anything wrong will feel very upset and tormented.
Moreover, Director Qi is a man who has done countless bad things, and Zheng Zhiguo is a seasoned criminal who doesn't hold back and dares to hit people...
"If he doesn't want to write, then forget it. You guys stay here and watch. I'm going back now."
Zheng Zhiguo gave an order to his men.
His subordinate, Awen, lifted his shirt, revealing silver handcuffs around his waist.
Awen removed the handcuffs, grabbed President Qi's hand with one hand, and extended the handcuffs...
"Write!" Looking at the heavy, cold handcuffs, President Qi was overwhelmed by fear and didn't have time to think. "Fine, I'll write!"
Awen withdrew his hand, looked back at Director Zheng who nodded in agreement, then sat back down at the table and handed the paper and pen to President Qi.
Zheng Zhiguo didn't need to be present for what happened next.
As for how to write it, Ah Wen would make demands and would keep asking the bank manager to make corrections until he was satisfied.
This matter is too specific; Director Zheng cannot handle such specific tasks.
Meanwhile, on Widow Sun's side...
She received much better treatment.
Xiao Yanfang brought food from the institute's canteen; it was all hot.
"Auntie, come on, let's eat first, we can talk while we eat, there's no rush."
Widow Sun looked at the food but dared not eat: "This, is this the legendary prison food? How can it be so lavish?"
A fried crucian carp, a spoonful of stir-fried cucumber, and three pieces of stuffed tofu.
This is much better than what we eat at home.
"Haha, Aunt Sun, you're so funny."
This is not a prison.
This is the interrogation room of our police station.
It's just a place to talk.
It's not that good in prison. You have to wear prison clothes, eat under the supervision of prison guards, and only have meat once a week, mostly fatty meat.
That's a place of suffering.
Don't worry, we've already eaten.
Widow Sun saw that Xiao Yanfang seemed kind, so she smiled awkwardly. She was indeed hungry, and picking up the food looked cool and stylish.
Xiao Yanfang thought that such a small box of food wouldn't be enough for her.
He immediately ordered his subordinates to print out another copy.
Eat slowly, there's plenty to go.
After eating her fill, Grandma Sun regained her energy and slowly recounted the predicament she had encountered.
Part of this money was compensation for his deceased spouse's death, and the other part was money he saved from farming.
I heard that you could earn interest by depositing money in a bank, so I came to the county to deposit my money.
The bankbook was always wrapped in cloth, with an additional plastic bag on top, and placed on the ceiling of the bedroom.
I've been counting down the days, and I'm thinking of coming to the county to withdraw the interest and keep the principal in the bank.
It turned out that the passbook had been chewed by a mouse.
"Oh, it's all my fault."
It must be the cloth and the passbook that got oil stains from my hands; rats can smell that, right?
If you put it in a box and lock it up, you won't have this problem.
Girl, I'm not lying.
My money is indeed in that bank.
If your passbook is broken, you can give me less money.
Surely we can't give them nothing at all?
I have many health problems and have to go to the hospital for medication every month.
"Without this money, I wouldn't be able to survive."
This old lady Sun was so honest that Xiao Yanfang felt sorry for her.
"Auntie, I've remembered everything you said."
When we police officers handle matters, we always need evidence.
This passbook does have some missing parts as evidence, but that's okay.
Besides this, we will think of other ways.
I've investigated, and the county bank's system is interconnected with the provincial bank's.
I believe that President Qi cannot control everything.
Evidence can always be found.
In the words of our bureau chief, the truth cannot be hidden, and the false cannot be made true.
If you actually deposited money, you will definitely get it back, including the principal and interest.
Why should we give less?
Not a single cent can be missing!
Grandma Sun was deeply moved: "That will cause you a lot of trouble. It sounds like we'll have to investigate at the provincial level?"
"That's not necessarily true. Our bureau chief is personally interrogating President Qi. Don't worry, he's experienced."
"How can I ever thank you enough for taking such good care of me?"
Xiao Yanfang covered her mouth and laughed: "No need for your thanks, this is what we should do, this is what we do."
"Standing up for the people?"
"It should be said that we are serving the people; you are the masters, why should we make the decisions?"
"We can still make decisions?" Grandma Sun asked in surprise.
"Of course not, you can't make that decision yourself. Otherwise, what are County Chief Chen and we busy with? We're all here to serve you, hehehe..."
Grandma Sun listened, stunned.
It seems that's the case; all these people are now revolving around her, doing things for her, which means serving her.
But it doesn't seem to be the case, because after this incident, Aunt Sun is still the same Aunt Sun, and Director Xiao and County Chief Chen are still the same people.
"I don't understand what you're saying."
I can't even speak to the village chief normally.
In short, I'm happy and grateful if you can help me solve my problem.
Xiao Yanfang received a text message from her colleague and her face lit up with joy.
"Auntie, we have the results."
Bank Manager Qi assured you that the money would be available within 24 hours!
Grandma Sun was neither happy nor excited when she heard this.
There was a certain amount of grievance on her part.
It was her money to begin with.
Tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't stop them.
……
On the other end.
Here at the Guohao Hotel.
Dawei and Director Ye had almost finished eating.
"Director Ye, did you bring your laptop?" Dawei, whose face was already flushed from drinking, asked.
"Yes, it's in a room upstairs."
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