The steward's words made Lao Zhao see a glimmer of hope. He wiped away his tears and promised, "I will never dare to steal again! You trust me!"
The butler looked him up and down for a while, "How many times is this yours?"
"Of course it's the first time. Didn't I really have no other way to make such a mistake?" Old Zhao said anxiously.
"Really?" The housekeeper was noncommittal, and then asked, "Then if you don't have the money to pay it back this time, what are you going to do next?"
Old Zhao's lips moved, and he sighed, "I can only borrow money. I hope that the eldest lady can understand my difficulties and let me advance some wages. Otherwise; otherwise, what will my family do. "
The housekeeper nodded, "I still have some savings here. The Jing family has always treated the servants the best, and I have saved a lot over the years."
Old Zhao's eyes lit up, "Really? Butler, what do you mean?"
The housekeeper sighed, "If you are telling the truth, then I am willing to lend it to you. It's a pity, alas. Old Zhao, why bother."
"What do you mean?" Old Zhao's face froze.
The housekeeper looked at Lao Zhao with a regretful look, "Actually, the eldest lady already knew about you stealing things and selling them to me. She really thought you had some difficulties before and wanted me to ask, if you To tell the truth, she was willing to let her go. But you didn’t tell the truth. This is not the first time, Lao Zhao. You were fired by your wife five years ago. What made you feel at ease after being fired? Here? Is it because my wife has gone out and no one else knows about it?"
Old Zhao suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking incredible, "What?"
His heart was cold, "Miss already knows?"
The housekeeper nodded, and he stood up, "You can leave tomorrow. The eldest lady will not settle accounts with you for stealing the two antiques you sold earlier. But it is impossible for a person like you to stay."
Old Zhao's body softened and sat on the ground, and he started to cry as soon as he burst into tears and snot, and he didn't know what he was crying for.
He didn't want to think about his wife and children, but he was addicted to gambling all the time, getting deeper and deeper, and even stealing and reselling. This is really a heinous crime.
Su Li didn't care about him because of his poor wife and children, after all, those two antiques are worth millions.
Some people can't be persecuted, and you can't imagine what they'll do for these things.
Especially people like Lao Zhao.
The next day, news of Lao Zhao's dismissal spread throughout the Jing family, even if he didn't want to, there was nothing he could do. If Su Li was more ruthless and called the police, Lao Zhao couldn't even imagine how terrible it would be to have a few million more foreign debts.
He left Jing's house in despair, but Su Li didn't let him go. There are many people secretly watching and following him, but at least for now, he should have little to do with arson.
"Sister, don't worry." Jing Qingqing also knew about Lao Zhao, so he comforted her.
Su Li shook her head, "I know, but I received another package two days ago."
"What is it?"
This time, what was sent was a mobile hard drive with a very old movie in it. The plot roughly tells the story of a family being wiped out, leaving only a young child, who grows up to track down the murderer.
Su Li felt that the people behind it probably already knew that she was investigating what happened back then.
(end of this chapter)