The onlookers were in an uproar when they heard this sentence.

"I thought he was a good person. He spoke the truth very clearly, but I didn't expect him to be a liar."

"It doesn't look like what you're wearing."

"Don't you understand that you know people and their faces but not their hearts?"

"It's better to talk less about other people's family affairs. Haven't you heard that it's difficult for upright officials to deal with family affairs?"

"..."

The more people gathered, the louder the discussion became.

Lin Yue smiled and said: "You also know that my name is Jiang Haokun. Didn't Peng Hai teach you a lesson? A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how bad I am, I won't covet your grandma's ten or two hundred thousand."

"

After saying this, someone shouted in surprise.

"Jiang Haokun, he said he is Jiang Haokun, Jiang Haokun, the president of Jiang Group?"

This sentence awakened the memory of some people. He was right. Even if he is no longer the president of the group, even if he has severed ties with the Jiang family as rumored on the Internet, with the contacts he has accumulated over the years as president, even if it is borrowed,

I can borrow hundreds of thousands, so there is no reason to lie to an old lady.

As a result, the attitude of the onlookers changed again.

Lin Yue did not shy away from the camera lens and the eyes of those who discussed his unemployment. He said righteously: "After you and your fake father came back from the United States, one of them did not go to school. They stayed at home doing nothing all day long and the other did not go to work.

, she only knows how to play with women, and everything she eats and drinks belongs to the old lady. I can’t stand it. What’s wrong with asking her to save her money and force you to do something serious? Is it wrong? "

After speaking, he took out a document from his pocket, first showed it to Peng Jiahe and Lu Yuan, and then handed it to the camera lens.

"This is a fund subscription agreement issued by the bank. The account holder is an old lady, and the signatory is an old lady. To redeem it, the old lady takes her ID card to handle it. Peng Jiahe, you say I am a liar, then I am a liar.

How stupid to actually deposit the defrauded party’s money into the defrauded party’s name.”

This time, not only Peng Jiahe and Lu Yuan were speechless, but the onlookers who had just questioned Jiang Haokun's character also had scornful expressions on their faces.

It's quite silly when you think about it carefully. If he was really a bad guy who defrauded the elderly as Peng Jiahe said, would he have persuaded people from the TV station to expose him?

Thinking back to the slap he gave Peng Jiahe just now, all I can say is that he deserved it.

Just when Gan Jing felt strange, the last time he asked Lu Yuan to accuse him in the coffee shop, he shot himself in the foot. This time, Peng Jiahe complained and was slapped in the face. When Jiang Haokun was more reasonable than Mussolini, he sat on the bench

The old lady sitting on the chair who had been ignored by many people suddenly

Ran took off his headphones, looked at Lin Yue and said: "Qingyun, where did you find so many old songs? Today's TVs don't play them for a long time, and I don't have anywhere to listen to them...

Hey, why are so many people here? Are they reporters from the TV station?"

The emotional old lady focused all her attention on listening to the music and had no idea what happened before.

"Old lady, they are just like you. They all come to the supermarket to buy special offers." Lu Yuan saw that the situation was not good and that staying any longer would only embarrass Peng Jiahe. He quickly took the old lady's arm and walked to Gan Jing's SUV:

"It's getting late, let's go home and make dumplings."

When the old lady heard this, she suddenly smiled and said: "Make dumplings, yes, make dumplings."

"Jiang Haokun, just wait, I'm not done with you!"

Peng Jiahe also knew that the slap he received today was in vain, so he chased Lu Yuan away with a resolute reluctance to admit defeat.

"Hey, don't leave."

The female reporter from the "New and Old Uncle" column team also wanted to interview her and Lu Yuan, but it seems that it is impossible now.

Gan Jing looked at Lin Yue and shook his head, picked up the plastic bag beside the bench, and drove to see someone off.

…

The next day.

The sun is shining brightly, and the sudden subtropical high pressure has brought a burst of anger to Shanghai in autumn. Young and old are wearing short-sleeved slippers again, and the milk tea shop is lined with people waiting to buy ice cream.

In the old bungalow across the alley, Peng Jiahe was sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing with his mobile phone with a dark face.

Since last night, people have been leaving comments and insults on her Weibo account. Some say she is ungrateful, some say she reads books like a dog, some say she was raised by her father but not taught by her mother, and some say she forgets her ancestors.

It's from the Banana Man... Anyway, that's a very ugly thing to say.

Who is she? She is the little sister Peng Jiahe. Of course she can't stand it when people call her names like that. She replies in English one by one to those who speak harshly. However, the more she replies, the more enthusiastic those people become, and in the end she even recruits a group of emperors to go on an expedition.

Some people even exposed her mobile phone number, TT account, FB account, social security number in the United States, home address, school grades... all of them were exposed.

Now she was dumbfounded and gave in. She blocked many people and canceled their accounts.

Even so, after a full night's sleep, I still felt suffocated when I woke up the next day. I sat on the sofa without brushing my teeth or washing my face, and continued to read hot topics on the Internet.

Before Lu Yuan went to work, he told her not to make things difficult for him, but how can I put it, people are so mean sometimes, and even though they knew those keyboard warriors wouldn't say nice things, they still couldn't help but read the messages.

will be affected again.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open from outside, and she thought it was the old lady coming back.

After yesterday's incident, whether it was out of concern for the old lady's safety or being morally kidnapped by Jiang Haokun, Lu Yuan compromised and no longer thought about sending the old lady to a nursing home. After all, he had been taken care of by Peng Hai in the United States these past few years.

It was because of him that Peng Hai died in a car accident. He had the obligation to take up the burden of providing for her in old age.

Peng Jiahe made a mistake. It was not the old lady who came back from a visit to the park, but the Jiang Haokun whom she wished she could kill with a knife.

He was holding a net bag in his hand, which contained swimming crabs tied with rubber bands. Judging from the number... there were seven or eight, and they were not small in size.

Peng Jiahe's face was quite ugly: "What are you doing here?"

"Come and deliver swimming crabs to the old lady."

"Take it quickly."

"It's not for you."

Lin Yue was too lazy to pay attention to her and sent swimming crabs into the kitchen. Fish, shrimps and crabs are rich in unsaturated fatty acids, and this is the most lacking nutrient in the bodies of patients with Alzheimer's disease, regardless of gender.

"You did what happened yesterday on purpose!"

He came out of the kitchen and was about to reach the door when Peng Jiahe's accusation came from behind him.

"Yes, I never break my promise. If I say I will slap you, I will slap you. If Peng Hai didn't teach you anything, I will teach you."

He didn't care about Peng Jiahe's expression of hatred, opened the door and left.

"Oh, by the way, I have a problem. I particularly like to treat others with their own taste. Be careful in what you do in the future. Also, don't you really like being an internet celebrity? I'll make it happen for you.

"

His advice drifted from outside.

Peng Jiahe was so angry that he threw the pillow on the sofa onto the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall.

It wasn't until the past five or six minutes that her anger had subsided a lot, and she finally understood the meaning of the next sentence.

Previously, the Jiang Group issued an announcement saying that Jiang Haokun resigned as president. This matter caused heated discussion on the Internet. She was gloating about his misfortune and was not shy about sarcasm. She also described him as a "lost dog". Now it is her turn to be "hot". I guess this is what he calls it.

Treat others in their own way.

"Jiang Haokun! I'm not done with you!"

Peng Jiahe pointed outside and yelled.

She has been teasing others since she was little. When has she ever been treated like this?

…

Lin Yue naturally didn't care about Peng Jiahe's shouting. He came out of the alley, got into a taxi that had just dropped off passengers, and said "Gray Whale Restaurant" to the front.

The driver nodded and drove him to Torch Terrace Road.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Yue sat down on the balcony on the second floor of the Gray Whale restaurant and turned to look at the scenery in the rear courtyard.

After waiting for almost five minutes, the restaurant manager Feng Yu just walked over from the front and said with a smile: "Mr. Jiang, the kitchen is a little busy, so I kept you waiting."

Lin Yue was noncommittal about the title "Mr. Jiang", but he looked playful about the explanation that "the kitchen is a little busy."

"Mr. Jiang, what are your orders when you come here this time?"

That's what he said, but it doesn't sound right.

Lin Yue raised his head and glanced at him, pointed to the chair opposite and said, "Sit."

Feng Yufang chuckled: "Mr. Jiang, the procurement side is still waiting for me to make arrangements. I really can't leave. I really can't drink this tea with you."

Busy at work?

Under normal circumstances, when a leader seeks out his subordinates, if there is no quarrel or conflict, some of them would dare to say that they are too busy to even have a cup of tea with their leader.

Unmentioned, Feng Yufang's reaction is in line with common sense. After all, he is no longer the president of the group, he has severed ties with the Jiang family, and even prevented the chairman from stepping down at the board meeting. It is almost a fire and water. From Feng Yufang's point of view, it must be

I would rather offend him than Jiang Zhihua.
Chapter completed!