Li Xingchen prescribed some medicine to Fu Xiaoci, and when filling the medicine, he instructed: "It's better to come to me and have a look."
I took the medicine: "I will persuade him, now he is not in a good mood."
Li Xingchen asked again: "What are you going to do? Find the media to disclose his plagiarism?"
I shook my head: "In this matter, Xiaoci has the upper hand. If it is exposed like this, not only will you not be able to take out a real hammer, but instead you will throw dirty water back on yourself, and it will easily draw the media's attention to Xiaoci. It will be troublesome if his previous story or this disease is published."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"If you can't move things right now, then make a fuss about what happened in the past. Fortunately, he didn't have time to wipe his ass with those dirty things in the past. If the public knows that a rookie in the literary world once copied other people's papers, it would be very gossip. space."
Li Xingchen washed his hands and was drying: "Well, you are doing this yourself, Men Qinger, it seems that I don't need any use."
I took out my phone, dialed a few numbers, and explained some details. I drove home, and as soon as I walked to the gate of the community, I was texting with my hair down, when I heard a sharp cursing voice.
"You thief! I'll kill you today, let's see if you dare to steal!"
"I... didn't... was, myself, fell out..."
"It fell out on its own? My purse has legs?"
Looking up, it was a woman and a three-year-old child. Coincidentally, that woman was Li Lu.
The child was squatting on the ground, his body was dirty, like a beggar, holding his head and clenching his teeth, as if he wanted to cry or not, and let Li Lu beat him with a leather bag on top of his head.
"Let's see if you admit your mistake!" Li Lu raised her hand and tried to slam it down, but I was held back. When she saw me in a hurry, she looked even worse, "Why are you here?"
I let go of her hand, and she seemed to have lost a few pounds of meat. When I grabbed her just now, it seemed like I was about to break her bones. Looking at her whole body, she seemed to be much thinner than the last time we met.
"Li Lu, this is a child. Even if he really took your belongings, there's no need to beat him like that, right? Besides, he also said that he didn't steal it."
Li Lu snorted, and the lipstick on her mouth faded a little: "If he said no, he wouldn't? The murderer would also say that he was wronged!"
I squatted down and helped the child up, looked at him, as if he had not been wounded, and held him in my arms: "He is so young, even if he is sent to the police station, the police will not punish him, but you, If it continues, I'll call the police."
Li Lu poked at me with a finger: "Lin Xian, you will always fight against me, right? Just wait and see!"
He turned around fiercely and walked away on high heels.
After he was far away, I looked down at the child. I took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. Although it was a little dirty, his facial features were good.
I always felt a little familiar, but this kid recognized me first: "You... um... the one in the alley... "
Oh, by the way, the kid who stole my phone and helped me.
"I ask you, tell me honestly, have you stolen anything from her?"
The child shook his head desperately, as if very aggrieved: "This time, this time, really, no..."
"Okay, I believe you," I took his little hand, and there were still many deep and shallow wounds on the hand, some scabbed and some new, "then you used to steal because you were hungry, didn't you? ?"
The child bowed his head and said, "Yeah."
I sighed in my heart, it turned out to be a poor child. One of the people I hate the most in this world is the one who was born without raising it. If you can't give love, why bring your life into this world? Such as Lin Wangshu, such as Lan Wan.
He went to a nearby convenience store to buy a large package of food and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "I live in that building, on the 16th floor. Remember my name. If you don't have anything to eat in the future, come to me, don't. Steal again." Then he stretched out his little finger, "Is the hook okay?"
This little kid, who was beaten by Li Lu just now, didn't even cry, but in my three words, his eyes were wet, and then he stretched out his little finger and hooked me, hugged a bag of food, and ran away.
Qi Tang's affairs went as smoothly as expected, but there were some bottlenecks.
First, there was an anonymous top post on the Internet. The attached picture showed that Qi Tang blatantly stole the internship papers, scientific research papers and graduation thesis of the three alumni of the same school while he was in school, and was finally notified of his expulsion by the school.
This incident was originally a pretext. Later, there were more and more replies, and people gradually broke out more information, what kind of cheating in exams, what kind of postgraduate places went through the back door, the provincial prose competition was suspected of borrowing too much, etc., true or false.
What the keyboard warriors on the Internet like most is this kind of news that can be criticized. There was a lot of scolding for a while, but the Wenying Award has always been a very respected award and platform. .
However, many years have passed since the incident. It is hard to say whether it is true or not. The people in the line are divided into five and five.
Qi Tang himself is smart, he didn't speak out rashly, but made the appearance of a clean-up self-cleaning, secretly finding someone to write a lot of whitewashed articles, delete posts and comments.
But at the very least, Qi Tang should be very sympathetic now.
It was a good fight at the beginning, but what to do next, compared to one-shot kills, gave me a bit of a headache.
And I didn't expect that the first person to solve this trouble for me would be Qin Lang.
"You leave this matter to me, and I will make him never dare to take other people's things in his life." He always came to my office shamelessly, talking about work under the euphemistic name, but sitting on the sofa Drink the tea I just bought.
I glanced at him: "Where did you know that?"
Qin Lang put down the teacup: "At Qi Tang's celebration banquet, there was an employee of our company. Hmm... Your tea is not very good. I'll bring you a can of tea tomorrow."
I turned around and didn't look at him: "What kind of tea serves what kind of guests, this tea is specially made for you."
Qin Lang seemed to laugh a little, walked over to me, covered my computer screen with one hand, a little coaxing: "If I help you out, can you be more normal to me?"
"No," I opened his hand, "my friend, I'll help myself."
Qin Lang seemed to have guessed my answer, looked at me for a while, and suddenly asked a thief: "Are you afraid of owing me?" My hand on the keyboard trembled, and I made a typo. Qin Lang saw In his eyes, he immediately followed, "Then I have to intervene."
Then he gave me a meaningful look and left, and after he closed the door, I rubbed my temples.
It seems that even if I am five years older, I still can't find a way to deal with Qin Lang. LC