Feng's father and Feng's mother have already prepared a large table of sumptuous dinner, waiting for their daughter who has worked hard in Shanghai for more than half a year.
Looking at her petite body and your dejected look, Mama Feng wiped her tears while scooping up a bowl of chicken soup.
"Meng Meng, you see that you just graduated and are still so young. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, and don't rush to send all the money to your home. Your parents have retirement wages, so you don't need to worry about it."
Feng Mengmeng drooped his head, and fiddled with the chicken legs tastelessly.
Counting the days when I had lunch with the big boss and the chairman and his wife in the hotel, it was only a week ago.
But sitting next to my parents now, it seems like centuries have passed.
"Mengmeng?" Seeing her daughter's dazed look, Feng's mother called out again.
"Ah—?" Mengmeng was poked by his mother, and then he realized: "Mom, what did you just say?"
"I told you not to send money home all the time in the future, your dad and I won't need that much!" As he spoke, he took out his bank card from his pocket and handed it to Feng Mengmeng: "Here, this is your money." The money sent back two days ago is 30,000 in total, and your dad and I saved it for you, and I will return it to you now."
Feng Mengmeng looked at the card in a daze, and quickly denied it: "I only remember that I sent you 3,000 a few times, when did I send you 30,000—"
After a pause, she looked at the two elders suspiciously again; "Mom and Dad, is this the pension money you saved, because you are afraid that I will suffer and suffer in Shanghai, so you made up an excuse and gave it to me?"
Parents expect so much from her, and spend all their lives frugally for her to go to school. They thought that this "little turtle" of her would be able to stand out.
Unexpectedly, after less than a year in Shanghai, he not only owed a lot of debts, but even lost his job.
Feng Mengmeng wanted to bury his head in the chicken soup, from his hair to his heels, he began to feel ashamed.
"Mengmeng, are you joking? Your dad and I are typical 'moonlight clan'. How could they coax you to play before saving 30,000 yuan? If you don't believe me, just wait—"
With that said, she got up and went into the back room. When she came out, she was holding the electronic statement drawn from the bank, which had just been placed on the table.
"Look, the money was obviously sent back from Shanghai like that, who else would it be if it wasn't you."
Feng Mengmeng also became puzzled now, and after two seconds of silence, he picked up the card with one hand and grabbed Feng's mother's wrist with the other, and walked towards the door.
"Mom, I wonder if someone has entered the wrong card number and sent the wrong money. We can't take this money with no conscience. In this way, let's go to the Public Security Bureau to find the police uncle to take the stolen money from unknown sources." 'Handing it in, it can be regarded as our surrender, and we will strive for leniency!"
If you pick up a wallet on the road and don't hand it in, you might be convicted of 'stealing'.
Thinking that they 'dropped' a 'huge' amount of assets all of a sudden, if the owner of the 30,000 yuan called the police and found them, they would be burned again.
Besides, Mengmeng is a good boy who is willing to pick up money and is brave enough to do what is right. How could he act against his conscience when he knew that the money was not earned by his own labor
So, without further ado, the three members of the Feng family rushed all the way to the police station.