As soon as the door rang, Chief Gao of the Accounting Department walked in, holding a stack of bills in his hand and said, "Captain Jiang is here too."
Qiao Muchai: "What's the matter?"
Section Chief Gao put the bill on the coffee table and said: "This is the extra expense of the station this month. Take a look at it. If there is no problem, I will take it back and record it in the account."
Qiao Mucai frowned and said, "Are you in a hurry?"
Section Chief Gao said with a smile: "Webmaster, today is the last day of this month, so you see..."
Qiao Mucai flipped through the bills casually and said with emotion: "Oh, the last day... Unknowingly, it's the end of the year again. Time flies like an arrow and makes people grow old!"
Jiang Xinyu echoed: "That's right, year after year, it's just like yesterday."
Qiao Mu flipped through the last note, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "Section Chief Gao, what's going on with this money?"
Section Chief Gao leaned over and took a look and said, "Oh, this is the receipt sent by the deputy webmaster, saying it is activity funds issued to informants."
"Whose informant?" Qiao Muchai would inevitably ask a few questions about anything related to Wu Jingrong.
Section Chief Gao: "The deputy webmaster didn't say anything, probably because it's not convenient to disclose it."
Qiao Mucai said calmly: "With such a large amount of money, I have to know where it was spent, right? I can't sign this document."
Section Chief Gao complained secretly that the money had already been spent. If Qiao Mucai didn't sign, the accounting department wouldn't be able to do the accounting.
Jiang Xinyu saw clearly that in addition to the signatures of Wu Jingrong and Section Chief Gao, there was also the name of the person in charge: Sun Feng.
In other words, Sun Feng took away the activity funds.
Jiang Xinyu advised: "Webmaster, why don't you sign it first, and then ask the deputy Webmaster what the money is used for when you have a chance, so that Section Chief Gao won't have to deal with it in the middle."
Section Chief Gao nodded frequently at the side. He could not afford to offend either of the two webmasters. Wu Jingrong deliberately concealed the informant's situation, and Section Chief Gao did not dare to make random inquiries.
Qiao Mu thought for a while and said to Section Chief Gao: "You are the chief of the accounting department. It is your responsibility to review the expenditures. You cannot just pick up a name and say it is our informant! We will check the accounts in the future. How do you explain this?
Where does the money go?”
Section Chief Gao: "What you taught me is that the deputy webmaster said that he will provide a detailed description of the informant next month."
"He always has a reason!"
Qiao Mucai picked up the pen and signed his name, and said with a straight face: "It's just this time, it won't happen next time!"
"Yes!" Section Chief Gao put away the receipt, cast a grateful glance at Jiang Xinyu, turned around and exited the stationmaster's office.
Qiao Mucai said to Jiang Xinyu: "You said that if I don't sign, it seems that I, the webmaster, are too harsh on the people below me. In fact, I am acting according to the rules!"
"You are right. Logically speaking, the informant's statement must be reported..." Jiang Xinyu agreed.
Qiao Mucai sneered: "Wu Jingrong wants to handle a big case to improve his prestige. I understand his psychology very well!"
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Sesame Oil Alley.
Luo Yongqing and Houhou helped Bao Changyi into the house and carefully laid him down on the bed.
"Monkey, you stay at home and don't go anywhere. I'm going out." Luo Yongqing put a few pancakes he bought on the roadside on the table.
The monkey's eyes were almost blue from hunger. He reached for a piece of pancake and was about to put it to his mouth. After thinking about it, he came to the bedside and said, "Political Commissar, you can eat some. The pancake is still warm."
Bao Changyi reluctantly shook his head and said: "You can eat it, I can't eat it..."
Bao Changyi's right leg was swollen more than before. The wound stopped bleeding and began to ooze pus and yellow water. The pain was like an explosion in his body.
The monkey devoured the pancakes and said vaguely: "Comrade Luo, don't forget to buy medicine when you come back. The captain said that the political commissar's legs will be delayed a lot!"
Luo Yongqing changed his clothes, took out a chess book from the cabinet, and said with instructions: "Remember, call me brother Luo, and you can't call me political commissar. If the spy hears it, it will be all over!"
The monkey nodded vigorously and said, "I remember. Brother Luo, what is that in your hand?"
"Chess records."
"What is a chess record?"
"I'll tell you when I get back."
"oh……"
Luo Yongqing opened the door and walked out. He rushed to meet Fan Bin, not only to report Bao Changyi's situation, but also about the missing pistol.
An hour later, Fan Bin appeared at a teahouse called "Chess Friends".
The shopkeeper greeted me and said, "Hey, Mr. Fan, you're here to play chess again."
Fan Bin: "I have nothing to do, just some hobbies."
Shopkeeper: "Xiao Luo is waiting for you, please come this way!"
Fan Bin smiled and said: "My defeated general still dares to challenge me. Boss, can you introduce me to a new opponent?"
"Little Luo didn't know where he got a chess book. It was said to be the manuscript of some chess master..."
"No wonder you are so confident!"
Arriving outside the door of the innermost private room No. 4, the shopkeeper reached out and opened the door of the private room. Luo Yongqing was waiting inside, with tea sets and chess sets on the table.
Fan Bin stepped in, turned around and nodded slightly to the shopkeeper.
Chess Friends Tea House is an underground transportation station specially built for Fan Bin, and the shopkeeper is also a comrade.
Anyone who knows Fan Bin knows that he is almost obsessed with chess. Regardless of men, women, old or young, anyone who is a chess master can become his chess friend.
After sitting down, Fan Bin couldn't wait to ask: "How is the situation?"
Luo Yongqing put the chess record aside and said: "The guerrillas sacrificed four comrades, and the others escaped smoothly."
Fan Bin picked up the chess pieces and took a step forward, saying, "Why did you sacrifice four? Was it because you didn't have time to retreat?"
"Commissar Bao of the guerrillas is here."
"What is he here for?"
"His leg was seriously injured and must be operated on as soon as possible. Otherwise, the limb may be amputated in a minor case or life-threatening in a serious case!"
"What's so serious about the injury?"
"I was bitten by a wolf and the wound became infected."
"Oh...where is he now?"
"at my place."
"If I have surgery, I have to go to the hospital. I'm worried about the danger..."
"It's not a gunshot wound. I don't think it's a big problem. We can find a clinic and pay more money, and no one will suspect it."
Fan Bin pondered for a long time and said: "There is a clinic on Ren'ai Street. It is not big and the location is quite secluded. You can take Political Commissar Bao there."
"Okay. Lao Fan, there is one more thing that may cause you trouble." Luo Yongqing said.
Fan Bin smiled bitterly and said: "In our line of work, we are in trouble all the time. Tell us what it is."
Luo Yongqing: "That gun...I couldn't get it back!"
Fan Bin was surprised and said, "What do you mean you can't get it back?"