evening.
It's not even seven o'clock.
At home, Dong Xuebin and his mother, who had an unbearable expression on their faces, sat together to eat. They were silent during the meal. Dong Xuebin took the food with a stern face.
Xiaobin, what's wrong? "
…fine. "
"That look in your eyes says it's okay? Who messed with you again?"
"An old guy named Chu Qinghua, he doesn't know what his last name is!"
"You're scolding people again. Don't be so angry. You get anxious whenever anyone bothers you."
"It's not that I'm in a hurry." Dong Xuebin patted his chopsticks and said: "The inspection team from the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China is here. I kindly reminded him of Chu Qinghua and asked them to prepare for it as soon as possible, but what about him? I will continue to sentence him after he knows it. He didn’t even say thank you. Not only did he not appreciate it, he even hung up on me! What the hell did I say?”
Luan Xiaoping frowned when she heard this, "There are still such people?"
"Not just this time. At a wedding banquet a few days ago, Chu Qinghua's son got married. He didn't invite me, so let's not talk about it. I happened to pass by the door, so I went in with one of my cadres to congratulate him. Hey, I Give him face, give him congratulations, what do you think this guy is doing? He actually tricked me behind my back and asked the restaurant to serve a tofu dish because I didn’t know the name of the restaurant’s dishes. I immediately wrote the district committee letter. My wife and the district chief were offended. If I hadn't felt something was wrong later, I wouldn't have known it was Chu Qinghua. Who do you think this is? What the hell is this station? Shit on my head again and again!”
Luan Xiaoping stopped talking after hearing this.
Dong Xuebin's patience has its limit. Once, twice, and three times, Chu Qinghua's actions finally made Dong Xuebin completely furious!
Go to hell!
Aren't you arrogant? Aren't you plotting against me behind my back
Okay, Chu Qinghua! Today I will let you know who I am, Dong Xuebin!
Dong Xuebin went back to the bedroom after dinner, opened the laptop he brought, connected to the Internet, and searched quickly. Dong Xuebin needed to find a breakthrough. Aren't you Chu Qinghua determined to win the title of Model Unit for Respecting the Elderly this time? Okay, it's not polite to come back and not go back, then I'll fucking trick you too! I want to see if your Ping An Street Office can pass the inspection team of the Central Committee!
One minute…
five minutes…
ten minutes…
Dong Xuebin was typing on the keyboard, and Luan Xiaoping had nothing to do, so she cleaned up the house for her son, wiping here and sweeping there.
"Son, do you want the newspapers in the cabinet?"
"What number is it?"
"Hey, it's been the New Year's Eve, it's been several months."
"No more" should have been written down by the [Secretary] when he took office, and it was not cleaned up. "
"Hey, this news, Ping'an Street? Nursing Home? Xiaobin, come and take a look."
Dong Xuebin blinked, put down the mouse, stood up and walked to the living room, "What's wrong?" After saying that, he took the Fenzhou Daily from his mother's hand.
On the third page, there is a big headline: "Who is responsible for the missing elderly man in the nursing home?"
What was reported in the news was a community nursing home run by Pingan Street in Nanshan District. This newspaper had been published for four or five months. The incident happened even earlier, at the end of last year. "A local resident named Su Xiaochun sent his mother to the hospital. She went to a nearby nursing home. Her mother had Alzheimer's disease. After entering, Su Xiaochun continued to relapse. Ding warned the hospital, but on the third day, Su Xiaochun's mother disappeared from the nursing home. She called the police, but a doctor was found. Yue couldn't find it either. Su Xiaochun later went to the community nursing home on Ping'an Street to demand explanation and compensation. However, the nursing home said it had nothing to do with them and had no obligation to take responsibility, and they didn't pay a penny.
After reading this news, Luan Xiaoping became unhappy and said, "You know how to shirk responsibility!" What kind of nursing home is this? "
Dong Xuebin also agreed with his mother's words, thinking that your Ping An Street Office has a nursing home like this? Are you still fighting for a model unit that respects the elderly? What a model!
He returned to the house with the newspaper, raised his hand and called Su Jia.
"Skull, Xuebin?"
"Sister Su, are you still at work? There's something going on."
"Haha, I'm working overtime today. I'm with the office, you tell me."
"I have a copy of your Fenzhou Daily here" from January 7th. There is a news item in it that I want to check. "As soon as I tell you the specific situation," Dong Xuebin hung up the phone.
Not long after, Su Jia's number was called back and the matter was clarified.
Half a year has passed, and Su Xiaochun's mother has still not been found. The nursing home seems to have only paid a symbolic compensation of 10,000 yuan later, but it was too little, and there was not even the most basic sincerity. Listen. It was said that the hospital did not admit that it was their fault at all, and only said that the 10,000 yuan was used for humanitarian aid. As a result, Su Xiaochun's family seemed to have caused trouble several times, and it is not clear what happened after that.
"Do you have Su Xiaochun's contact number?"
"Yes." Su Jia looked for the registration information and read it out.
"Sister, thank you."
Dong Xuebin clicked on the phone number with his hand, thinking that this was it. Then he flipped through the phone book and used his brain, and finally called Guo Panwei, whom he trusted more.
"Panwei, please help me with something."
"If you ask me something, I will make sure to complete the task!" Guo Panwei's tone was as respectful as ever.
Dong Xuebin felt very comfortable listening, and immediately explained the matter in detail, and repeatedly explained, how, how, and so on.
7:30 p.m.
Ping'an Street, a residential building in Meizhuang Community.
Su Xiaochun, who is in her forties, is watching TV with her husband at home. Her mother has been missing for more than half a year. Since then, there has been no smile at home. Su Xiaochun regrets sending her mother to a nursing home all the time. If she has been If the mother stayed at home and lived with them, this kind of thing would not happen.
Ring ring ring, the home phone rang.
Su Ganchun reached out and took it, "Hey."
A man's voice sounded on the other end, "Hello, is this Ms. Su Xiaochun Su?"
"Who are you?"
"I am a reporter from Nanqi Morning News. I would like to conduct a telephone interview with you. Could you please spare a few minutes of your time?"
"Reporter? What's going on?"
"So, I heard that the disappearance of your mother has not been solved yet? The Meizhuang Nursing Home has not given you an explanation? But recently, the inspection team of the Central Government's Model Unit for the Elderly came down, and the Ping An Street Office has been selected as a model unit for the elderly. Nomination, what do you think about this matter?”
"What?" Su Xiaochun exploded upon hearing this, "They still want to be a model unit for respecting the elderly? My mother hasn't been found yet! Not yet!!"
Her lover looked over and said, "Xiaochun, what's wrong?"
Sun Xiaochun hung up the phone angrily, "The leaders of the Central Committee are here! You must give me an explanation this time!"