At around six o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Fang personally welcomed the factory director and two other customers from other places at the Haitian Hotel.

"Mr. Tong, Mr. Ma." The factory manager introduced with a smile.

"Hello, two people, our factory has a lot of orders recently. The hospitality is not good, please forgive me!" Zhang Fang smiled and shook hands with the other party repeatedly, saying polite words.

"Haha, it's pretty good, it's pretty good." The two bosses cherished their words like gold, walked in with a smile on their faces.

Zhang Fang was a little confused. She asked the factory manager behind and asked, "We are only four of us?"

"We are all old friends. You can listen to some words, but others cannot. Haha!" the factory director replied roughly.

"Thank you, the factory director for your support." Zhang Fang was stunned for a moment and smiled gratefully.

"You have the ability to work and take care of your children yourself, it's not easy." The factory manager looked at Zhang Fang, but sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Fang was puzzled again and cursed the factory manager as an old man. What kind of evil spirits are being sucked today? Why do you always feel like he has something in his words? Do you want to dive for a while...?

...

During the meal, Zhang Fang was free to deal with the conversation with the two bosses. Her years of single experience gave her a calm and considerate way of dating people.

Everyone is middle-aged and has a common language. Zhang Fang also knows that when dealing with such customers, you can't talk about money when you come up, and you should start talking about it first.

The meal went smoothly until after 8 o'clock in the evening, and the two bosses seemed to be drinking averagely and were a little dizzy.

"Xiao Zhang, you go back first, we... then go out for a walk!" the factory director said to Zhang Fang in a low voice.

"Ah, okay, okay!" Zhang Fang was stunned and instantly realized that these middle-aged men might be going to Qinglai, so he replied sensiblely.

"Hey, I said Lao Xian...we're going out to drink?" Mr. Tong asked with a burp.

"I'm drinking, haha!" the factory manager smiled and kept him.

"Fuck, I have something to do... My wife asked me to bring some things to his brother. I'll leave tomorrow and I'll send them over later!" Lao Tong said with a drool on the table.

"Swish." When the factory manager heard this, he immediately squeezed Zhang Fang's eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Tong, it's okay. You go to play with you. I happened to go home and I will send you it to you by the way..." Zhang Fang answered sensiblely.

"It's quite far away." Mr. Tong seemed a little embarrassed.

"Oh, Hulan is not very big. Where is the thing?" Zhang Fang asked with a smile.

"It's in Lao Tong's car." The factory manager picked up Lao Tong's car keys, then threw them to Zhang Fang, and asked General Tong again: "Where is your brother's house?"

"Dayang Road, Haifu Community..." Mr. Tong thought for a while and said the address.

"Go, after delivering the goods, you will go home early! You will be fine if you go to work tomorrow morning, you will be fine if you go later." The factory director waved his hand at Zhang Fang.

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Fang took the old Tong car key, responded and went downstairs.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Fang found Lao Tong's car in the parking lot, then took out a black leather bag in the trunk, opened it and saw that it was full of gifts that were not opened.

Immediately, Zhang Fang took the deadly bag and was still on his BYD, and then sent the key back again.

After everyone separated, Zhang Fang drove the car and used navigation to find the address that Lao Tong mentioned. Then he called Tong's relatives downstairs. After waiting for about five minutes, the black handbag was picked up by someone.

A small thing just passed, but Zhang Fang was exhausted when she went home at night and fell asleep after a night.

...

The next morning, Zhang Fang went to work on time, but as soon as he arrived, he was called into the office by the factory manager.

"Hey, last night, when Lao Tong was having dinner with us, did you see him carrying things in his hand?" The factory manager frowned and asked Zhang Fang in confusion.

"No, what's wrong?" Zhang Fang was also stunned.

"This B-raising man got drunk last night. He called me in the morning and said he had nothing to do, and it was a red leather bag!" The factory manager replied while sitting on the office chair.

"Then I really didn't see it. Last night, when I picked you up, he didn't hold anything in his hand!" Zhang Fang recalled carefully, then shook his head and said.

"It must have been not taken, right?"

"Yes, I definitely didn't take it!" Zhang Fang replied simply, then asked, "What did he lose?"

"He didn't say it clearly, forget it, we didn't see it anyway, maybe he was stunned and didn't know where it fell." The factory director waved his hand casually.

"Then I'll go out!" Zhang Fang responded without taking it seriously.

"Okay, you go." The factory manager nodded.

...

After the complicated work began, Zhang Fang completely forgot about this matter, but just after lunch, the police came and asked Zhang Fang in the office.

"Are you there too when you had dinner with Mr. Tong last night?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"He lost 300,000 yuan in payment and two Longines watches," the policeman replied expressionlessly.

"Ah?" Zhang Fang was shocked.

"Did you see?"

"I didn't see it!" Zhang Fang shook her head simply.

"Ms. Zhang, I have to tell you that 300,000 yuan in cash and two tens of thousands of yuan are not a trivial matter, you have to say it well!" The policeman frowned and his tone was quite indifferent.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fang was immediately furious.

"It's boring, sign the confession." The policeman was silent for a moment and handed over the confession book.

...

That night, the ice cream factory delivered large goods, and all employees worked overtime as usual. Zhang Fang, who was not at her own position, was greeted by the factory manager and asked her, and several other workshop directors, to supervise the goods and walk down the production line together.

Until this time, Zhang Fang still found nothing abnormal. First, she did things herself and had a clear conscience. Second, the factory worked temporarily overtime several times a month, so she had no other ideas and was working seriously on the front line.

But at around 8 o'clock in the evening, the bad news suddenly came. The Hulan Criminal Police Team found Zhang Fang in the factory and said directly: "You have to go with us!"

"Why?" Zhang Fang was stunned.

"You stole the money! It has been dug out at your house. When you arrive at the criminal police team, you will understand everything!" The criminal police said irritably and took out the handcuffs.

Two hours ago, Zhang Fang's son received a courier from a stranger, and he threw the courier at home, but the waybill number of the courier was fake and posted casually, and the delivery man was also fake.
Chapter completed!