An Xin looked around, and She Xiaoqing came over hurriedly: "Mr. An?"
"Where's Xiaofan?"
"I didn't pay attention. I'm going to call her right now." She Xiaoqing hurriedly took out her mobile phone and dialed Shu Fan's number. She was quickly connected and said a few words: "Xiao Fan said she was not feeling well and went back first."
An Xin looked apologetic, but Xu Jiaojiao smiled understandingly and said: "Children definitely don't like adults' gatherings. Our family didn't even come, but the prince of Shifeng Group is quite precocious."
After saying that, the two of them smiled knowingly.
In the parking lot, Shu Fan got into the car and complained: "It's really annoying. They call it a charity bazaar. Each one is more hypocritical and extravagant than the other. It's just to build relationships. I don't like these people."
Liu Handong said: "Then go home now?"
"No, let's take a walk around the streets. Let's also do some charity. First we go to the bakery, and then we go to the city center."
"Are you planning to open a porridge shed to give alms?" Liu Handong asked with a smile.
"What?" Shu Fan didn't understand.
"I mean, are you going to use bread to give to beggars? You are right. The real poor are short of food, but bread does not satisfy hunger. It is just snacks. To satisfy hunger, you have to eat steamed buns and get some pickled vegetables.
Live together."
"Then go buy steamed buns."
So Liu Handong drove Shu Fan to a commercial street, bought a few baskets of freshly baked steamed buns, and bought a lot of small packages of mustard in the supermarket. They drove to the gate of Golden Eagle Shopping Mall on Central Street, and there were indeed a few beggars.
They gathered around, but when Shu Fan took out the hot steamed buns and wanted to hand them to others, he was rejected without exception.
The beggars looked at Shu Fan as if they were aliens, and some even directly asked for cash. Three or five yuan was fine, and one and fifty cents was not a problem either.
Shu Fan was greatly disappointed and said that the beggars he met in the United States were also the same. They only wanted liquor and marijuana for money, but no milk or bread.
Liu Handong said that the beggars in the city are all professional households. They carry iPhones in their pockets, their hometowns are built with small western-style buildings, and their children drive cars. In their spare time, they take the Costa Cruise to Jeju Island and other places. Their small lives are nourishing, compared to
Ordinary people live a prosperous life, so we don’t need to sympathize with them. Those who really need attention are often those who don’t speak out, such as those who scavenge, work, see a doctor, and petition.
"Brother, do you know where there is such a person?" Shu Fan asked.
"As long as you have the will, you can find it everywhere." Liu Handong was trying to make things up. In fact, he didn't know where such people could be found. Usually, this kind of marginalized people at the lowest end of the social hierarchy live in no fixed place and are out of the public's sight. They can always
I saw one or two, but when I really wanted to look for them, I couldn't find any.
"It's so profound. I understand. Let's wander around. I believe we will find something." Shu Fan returned to the car carrying a bag of steamed buns.
Liu Handong thought for a moment. There is a hotel opposite the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University. It should house people who come to see doctors from rural areas. Some of those people really need help. Shu Fan's family is rich and full of love. This can help one or two sick children.
And so on, it is also a good thing with immeasurable merit.
The nearest road to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University from here is Fenglin Road. This road was built during the Republic of China. Green trees cover both sides of the road, and small villas are scattered here and there. It used to be the residence of senior officials of the Kuomintang. After liberation, it became the Jiangdong Provincial Committee.
The residence of provincial government leaders is still the same today.
Fenglin Road is close to the river. The scenery is beautiful, the road is straight, the speed limit is 40 kilometers, and honking is prohibited. Audi cars pass by at a low speed. Suddenly Shu Fan pointed to the road and said: "Brother, look."
Liu Handong turned around and looked around, only to see two white-haired old men being pushed out by several young men outside the iron gate of the roadside villa. The young men all had crew cuts and were wearing white shirts and navy blue trousers. They were thin and tough.
One look and you can tell that they are soldiers from the Provincial Party Committee Security Bureau.
"These are the petitioners who came to the door of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary's house." Liu Handong said. There was a blue enamel sign on the big iron gate, which marked the courtyard as No. 1 Fenglin Road, which is the home of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary.
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"Help them." Shu Fan looked helplessly at the two old men who were getting further and further away, "They must have done this out of necessity."
Liu Handong braked, looked in the rearview mirror, quickly reversed the car, opened the door and got out of the car, and shouted: "Don't do it."
The leader, who was probably a squad leader, asked him: "Which unit are you from?"
"Does it matter which work unit I work in? I'm young and don't know how to respect the elderly. If it were your grandparents, how could you do it?" Liu Handong asked in return.
"Illegal petitions and attacks on leaders' apartments are criminal acts." A little soldier with acne on his face said angrily.
"The White House still allows tourists to visit. The place where leaders live is more expensive than the palace? The common people come to petition because they are not disappointed with you. Besides, the constitution does not stipulate that you are not allowed to file complaints." Liu Handong was aggressive and confident, and helped the two old people over.
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The guards and soldiers couldn't defeat him. They could just drive him away anyway and they wouldn't say anything else.
In fact, Liu Handong also felt guilty. They probably didn't do anything because they saw him driving an Audi with four laps. If he really wanted to be more serious, he would still suffer a loss. It was not a good place to stay here for a long time. He helped the two old people into the car and drove away.
The extremely vigilant soldier picked up his mobile phone and took a photo of Liu Handong's license plate number.
"What are you petitioning for?" Liu Handong asked, glancing at the old man in the rearview mirror. The old lady was still lying on the car window, reluctantly looking at the small red mansion in the maple forest that was quickly disappearing.
"I'm not here to petition, I'm here to find someone," said the old man. He was wearing a gray tunic suit with serious fraying on the collar and cuffs. He was very neat, but his worn-out Jiefang shoes and artificial leather handbag betrayed his humble status.
"Looking for someone? Do you know the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee? Hey, this old man looks familiar." Liu Handong suddenly thought that on the night of Shu Fan's kidnapping case, he took shelter in a culvert on the way to escape. He seemed to have seen this old man, and the old man even helped him.
I treated the wound myself.
But the old man could no longer remember Liu Handong. He explained: "This old lady is here to find someone. She said she had lived in No. 1 Courtyard before."
Liu Handong was puzzled. He looked at the old lady in the rearview mirror. She had gray hair and looked about seventy or eighty years old. She had delicate skin and tender flesh and well-dressed clothes. There was some dust on her body. Her eyes were straight. She seemed to have some mental problems.
"Grandma, where do you live?" Liu Handong asked loudly, fearing that she was deaf.
"I live at No. 1 Fenglin Road. My husband is the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, and my son is also the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee. I was the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee." The old lady said nervously.
Liu Handong immediately understood that he had encountered a mental patient. No wonder the guards drove them out.
He could only coax and persuade such people. Liu Handong said a few perfunctory words and asked the old man: "Uncle, is this old lady your relative?"
"No, it's the old sister I picked up at the train station the day before yesterday. Alas, she was probably kicked out of the house because of her unfilial children. She's not smart enough. They're all poor people, so I took care of her."
"This is not the solution. Otherwise, we should send him to the rescue station." Liu Handong said.
Shu Fan shook his head: "No, we should send the old lady home. Her children and grandchildren must be looking for her anxiously."
"You are the boss, I listen to you." Liu Handong turned the steering wheel and drove towards the nearest police station.
After Shen Hongyi rectified the police style, the atmosphere of Omi's police station was very good. The officers who responded to the police were kind and enthusiastic. After asking the purpose of their visit, they poured water for the old man, gave up their seats, made notes, and asked for their names, ages, and home addresses. However, the old lady began to feel confused and called herself I don’t know the name, nor the child’s phone number.
The policeman is very experienced: "This is an Alzheimer's patient. Let's check if there are any missing persons report records."
The police information platforms are all connected to the Internet. After a search, there was no corresponding record. The police asked the old lady if she had any ID, mobile phone, or other things that could identify her identity. The old man couldn't explain clearly, so he called a female police officer. After searching him, he still found nothing.
"Let's do this. Send him to the rescue station first, and then send him home after his identity is found out. This is the only way now." The policeman was also helpless.
Just as Liu Handong was about to express his agreement, Shu Fan suddenly pulled him aside and said solemnly: "I think what the old lady said is true."
"Pull her down. Her husband is the secretary of the provincial party committee, and her son is also the secretary of the provincial party committee. Is it possible that both of their families are secretaries?" Liu Handong turned to look at the old lady who was drooling stupidly, "She definitely has a mental problem. , Paranoia.”
"No, I believe her." Shu Fan said seriously, "It's easy to tell the truth from the false. Wait until she regains her consciousness before asking, and then find someone to verify. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there have been no more than thirty provincial party committee secretaries. Easy to check.”
"Try it." Liu Handong shrugged. Although Shu Fan is young, her IQ and EQ are extremely high, and her judgment can be trusted.
So Liu Handong took the two old people back and drove directly back to his new house in Huanghua Community. He called Shan Pao to bring four dishes and one soup. Shu Fan carefully served the old lady to eat, wiped her mouth and washed her face. After a while, the old lady seemed to wake up a little and started chattering again, saying that she wanted to go home and go to No. 1 Fenglin Road.
"What's your surname?" Liu Handong asked her.
"My surname is Pan."
"What's your son's name?"
"Call..." The old lady tried hard to think, but couldn't say anything for a long time.
"Then what is your husband's name?"
"My husband suffered a blow during the ten years of turmoil. He was wrongly accused. I know that he is an underground party... I also know about him and that vixen, but I forgive her..." The old lady answered the question and said to herself .
Everyone was at a loss, and Shu Fan began to analyze: "If what the old lady said is true, both father and son are provincial party committee secretaries, and there was at least thirty to forty years between them. Check online to see if there are any secretaries with the same surname. .”
After searching online, I found two pairs of father and son secretaries.
The first couple's surname is Zheng. Their father, Zheng Zeru, served as the first secretary of the Jiangdong Provincial Party Committee in the 1950s and was later transferred to the Minister of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry. His son Zheng Jeff resigned as secretary of the Jiangdong Provincial Party Committee the year before last.
The second couple's surname is Xu. Their father, Xu Tingge, served as deputy secretary of the Jiangdong Provincial Party Committee in the late 1970s, and his son, Xu Xinhe, is the current secretary of the provincial party committee.
Obviously, this old lady cannot be Secretary Xu's mother, so there is only one possibility.
Liu Handong suddenly had an idea and called his grandfather to ask about what happened that year.
Liu Xiaoyong, who is neither deaf nor blind, nor confused, said: "I remember Zheng Zeru. At that time, Marshal Chen was the provincial chairman and he was the first secretary. He also married a female college student named Pan. Speaking of which, she was still your aunt.