A figure squeezed out from the crowd, it was Fang Liqun. Fang Liqun was holding two document bags with kraft paper covers in his hands and was waving his hands desperately.
Director Fang was at a loss when he saw the document bag in Fang Liqun's hand, and it was like seeing a savior.
"Dean, this is really important information. It is even more important than the one you just presented to the scientific research team. I am willing to dedicate it to our team."
Director Fang quickly took the document bag from his son Fang Liqun. He held the document bag in his arms with a confident smile on his lips.
"Dean, I hope you can understand my difficulties. In fact, everything I do is for our hospital."
Director Fang gave his son a thumbs up, looking like he had everything under control.
He straightened his clothes with one hand and pulled the thread at the seal of the document bag with the other hand. He opened the document bag slowly and said to the people around him:
"Actually, my son Liqun also contributed to this matter. He took great pains to protect this important document."
Director Fang looked around, looking confident of victory.
At this moment, he deeply believed that this document was enough to ward off all mistakes, and the dean might even reward him.
He reached into the document bag, and when Director Fang's fingers touched the thick stack of papers, the smile on his face became even bigger.
I have already begun to imagine in my mind that the director's attitude has changed drastically. He will definitely praise him in front of everyone. Director Fang is the indispensable pillar of our hospital.
I could clearly feel that the expression of confusion on the face of the angry dean in front of me now contained a hint of hope.
The crowd became silent, and everyone stared at Director Fang.
Director Fang is very sure that the most glorious moment of his life is about to come.
"It's time to witness a historic moment! Everyone, please look!"
Director Fang coolly took out a dozen documents from his document bag and raised them above his head.
The eyes of the group of people surrounding him showed surprise. Even his own son froze on the spot, looking at him in disbelief.
The dean standing in front of him even more excitedly stretched out his finger and pointed at himself with slight trembling.
The dean's lips also trembled slightly. Director Fang believed that the dean was too excited to speak at this moment.
"Nonsense! It's an insult to politeness!" the dean shouted loudly. A burst of fierce laughter broke out from the crowd.
Fang Liqun waved desperately and pointed at the top of his father's head. Director Fang realized what was wrong and looked up at the document in his hand.
"A collection of Chinese folk tales?" Director Fang rubbed his eyes in disbelief, confirming that what he held in his hand was not a document, but a yellowed old book.
"Take them away! Comrade police." The dean said softly towards the two policemen standing next to Director Fang.
"Director Fang, we are now officially arresting you! You are suspected of embezzling public funds, indirectly causing a construction accident, injuring or injuring a worker, and forcing patients to accept bribes many times. Your accomplices have all pleaded guilty. This is the arrest warrant."
One of the young policemen, who was the staff member who drove me and Chujiu back and forth, said sternly to Director Fang.
Another policeman took out the handcuffs and was grabbing Director Fang's arm, preparing to cuff him.
Director Fang broke away from the policeman and frantically opened another document bag.
"I must have made a mistake. The documents are in this folder."
Seeing the police approaching him again, Director Fang angrily tore open the document bag. Two magazines fell out of the document bag, both of which were collections of Chinese folk tales.
Director Fang looked up and saw Xiao Yu, who looked calm in the crowd, and understood everything instantly.
Director Fang suddenly lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground, letting the police handcuff him.
"Dad!" Fang Liqun shouted loudly and rushed over from the crowd.
"Stand there! This matter has nothing to do with you." Director Fang used all his strength to yell at Fang Liqun.
Fang Liqun really stood there, and he could understand his father's painstaking efforts. Even if his father knew that he was completely ruined at this time, he still had to protect himself.
"Let's all disperse and go back to our posts. I hope everyone can learn from this."
The dean waved his hand towards the crowd, his voice revealing dissatisfaction, and after speaking, he turned and left.
"Sister Xiaoyu!" Chujiu waved to Xiaoyu, and then Xiaoyu noticed the two of us in the crowd and walked towards us with a smile.
Fang Liqun, who was also staring at Xiao Yu at this time, must have recognized me, and said to Xiao Yu through gritted teeth: "You did all this, right?"
Xiaoyu sneered and looked at Fang Liqun with a look of disgust. This man who once sweetly said that he would always be nice to him turned out to be close to him just to get the documents.
"This should never have belonged to you! It's time to get off work, let's go!"
Xiao Yu replied coldly to Fang Liqun, then pulled Chujiu and I towards the stairs.
The moment I walked downstairs, I turned around and saw Fang Liqun standing behind me, staring at us fiercely, with deep and undisguised viciousness in his eyes.
Xiaoyu recommended a good hot pot restaurant, but it was a little far away, near the train station.
On the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, I suggested buying a ticket for tomorrow on the way. This time is the peak of Spring Festival travel, and the train station should have the largest number of people in the year.
The term "Spring Festival Transport" first appeared in "People's Daily" in 1980.
Since the reform and opening up, with the relaxation of restrictions on the movement of people, more and more people have chosen to leave their hometowns to work and study.
Many people return to their hometowns during the Spring Festival, forming a Spring Festival travel that can be called "a rare population movement in the world."
"Where are you guys going? I have tickets from all over the country. You only need to add fifty yuan to save yourself hours of queuing. And even if you queue, you may not be able to buy them."
A middle-aged man appeared in front of us, looked around, took out a stack of tickets from his pocket, and said furtively.
"Ah? Really? So good?"
Chujiu said with a happy face, and asked me loudly and deliberately if I wanted to buy a ticket here.
When I was wondering what the ninth day of the lunar month meant, I saw him smiling evilly and winking at me.
I smiled and agreed, taking a few steps towards the ticket seller.
The ticket dealer smiled brightly when he saw that he could do business for three people and get one hundred and fifty yuan.
"If you go to Panzhihua, get two first. How much does it cost?"
On the ninth day of the lunar month, while asking the ticket seller for the price, he fumbled in his pocket and made a gesture of taking out money.
The ticket seller actually dug out two train tickets to Panzhihua and took a look at the prices.
"The ticket is 82 yuan a piece, plus a handling fee of 50 yuan. How about I charge you 130 yuan a ticket?"
[Author's digression]: Happy New Year! I wish you all that in the new year, you will encounter less annoying things, stay away from annoying people, and be happy!