Power and Wealth

Evening.

Less than seven.

At home, Dong Xuebin and his mother, who had an unbearable expression on their faces, sat down to eat together. There was nothing to say in the room. Dong Xuebin’s face was a bit of a poisonous dish.

"Xiao Bin, what happened?"

"...nothing."

"Your eyes are okay? Who is provoking you?"

"An old thing called Chu Qinghua, he doesn't know what his surname is!"

"You are stunned, you don't have the old temper, whoever is worried about you." "Not my urgency." Dong Xuebin took the chopsticks and said: "The central inspection team is here. I am kindly reminding him of Chu Qinghua. They prepared to deal with it as soon as possible, but what about him? I knew that I didn't even say thank you in the future. Not only did I not appreciate it, but I also hanged my phone directly! I gave a face to me! I told him that he was wrong?"

He Xiaoping also frowned. "Is there such a person?"

"More than this time, on a wedding banquet a few days ago, his Chu Qinghua son got married, didn't invite me, then I didn't say it. I happened to pass by to the door. I followed a cadre with me and congratulated me. Hey, I Give him a face, give him a congratulation, you guess what? He actually sneaked behind me, I don’t know the name of the restaurant, let the hotel put a bean curd on it, I will be the secretary of the district party secretary. I was offended by the mayor. If it wasn’t for me, I didn’t think it was right. I really don’t know what the Chu Qinghua is doing. Who are you calling this? What do you call this? This **** is standing on my head. Pull up! Or three times and five times!"

Miscellaneous Xiaoping heard the words and did not speak.

Dong Xuebin's patience is also limited, once, twice, three times, Chu Qinghua's move finally let Dong Xuebin completely worry!

Go to your uncle!

Are you not arrogant? Isn't it behind me?

I have done Chu Qinghua! Let me know you today, who is Dong Xuebin!

Dong Xuebin went back to the bedroom after eating, opened the laptop he brought, and even surfed the Internet. He searched quickly. Dong Xuebin needed to find a breakthrough. You Chu Qinghua is not the title of this model of respecting the old model. You can't go to indecent as well, then my mother will pit a pit! I would like to see if your safe street office can pass the central inspection team!

One minute……

five minutes…

ten minutes……

Dong Xuebin slammed the keyboard, and Xiao Xiaoping had nothing to do. He packed up the house for his son, wiped it here, and swept it there.

"Son, don't you have a newspaper in the closet?"

"Which number?"

"Oh, it’s been a few months since I passed the year."

"No, it should be the secretary of the post, not cleaned up."

"Hey, this news, Ping An Street? Home for the elderly? Xiaobin, let's take a look.

Dong Xuebin blinked, put down the mouse and got up and went to the living room. "What happened?" After that, he took the Zhangzhou Daily from his mother.

The third edition is a big headline, "Where the old people are lost in the old people's home, who is responsible?"

The news reported that it was a community nursing home in the Nanshan District Ping'an Street Office. This newspaper has been fighting for four or five months. It was earlier when it happened. At the end of last year, a local resident named Su Xiaochun sent her mother. Going to a nearby nursing home, her mother had Alzheimer's disease. Su Xiaochun repeatedly passed through the hospital when she entered. But on the third day, Su Xiaochun's mother disappeared from the nursing home and reported to the police. It was available for one month. Unable to find, Su Xiaochun later found a community nursing home in Ping'an Street to discuss, to compensate, but the old people's home said that it has nothing to do with them, did not assume the responsibility of responsibility, a penny did not accompany.

After reading this news, Zai Xiaoping is not happy. "I know that shirking responsibility! What kind of nursing home?"

Dong Xuebin also agreed with his mother’s words, saying that you are going to go out of this home for the elderly. Also **** to honour the old model unit? Model fart!

He took the newspaper back to the house and raised his hand to call Su Jia.

"Hey, Xuebin?"

"Sister Su, are you still in the unit? There is something."

"Oh, work overtime today, with the office, you said."

"I have a copy of your Ganzhou Daily, which is January 7th. There is a news on it. I want to check it out." As for the specific situation, Dong Xuebin hung up.

After a short time, Su Jia’s number came back and asked things clearly.

Half a year has passed, Su Xiaochun’s mother still can’t find it now. The old people’s home seems to have lost only 10,000 yuan in symbolicity, but it’s too little, even the most basic sincerity is not heard. It is said that the hospital did not admit that it was their fault. It only said that the 10,000 yuan went out of humanitarian aid. As a result, Su Xiaochun’s family seemed to have gone to trouble several times, and then it was not clear.

"Do you have a contact number for Su Xiaochun?"

"Yes." Su Jia read the record information and read it again.

Sister, thank you. ”

Dong Xuebin pointed this phone number with his hand. The heart said that this is the case. Then he turned over the phone and moved his mind. At the end, Guo Panwei, who gave him more trust, hit the past.

"Climbing, I, a little bit of help for me."

"If something happens, you promise to complete the task!" Guo Panwei's tone is as respectful as usual.

Dong Xuebin listened very comfortably, and immediately said things in detail, and repeatedly explained how, how, like that.

7:30 in the evening.

Ping An Street, a residential building in Meizhuang Community.

Su Xiaochun, who is in his forties, is watching TV with Zhang Da in the house. The mother has been missing for more than half a year. Since then, there has been no smile at home. Su Xiaochun has no regrets about sending her mother to the nursing home. I have been keeping my mother at home to live with them, and I will not have such a thing.

The bell rings and the phone at home rang.

Su Xiaochun reached out and went to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hello. ”

The voice of a man rang at the end. "Hello, is it Ms. Su Xiaochun Su?"

"Who are you?"

"I am a reporter from the South Morning Post and would like to have a telephone interview with you. Can you delay your time for a few minutes?"

"Reporter? What?"

"This is the case. I heard that your mother’s disappearance has not been resolved. Did the Meizhuang Home for the Elderly not give you a comment? Recently, the inspection team of the Central Demonstration Model Unit has come down. The Ping An Street Office has been nominated for the model unit of the elderly. What do you think of this?"

"What?" Su Xiaochun burst into a burst. "Do they still want to be an old model unit? My mother hasn't found it yet! Not yet!!"

Her lover looked over, "Xiaochun, what happened?"

Sun Xiaochun hangs up in a rostral voice. "The central leadership is coming! This must give me a say!"