If such a big mistake is made, the leaders above will definitely be held accountable, and those below will naturally follow suit.
No wonder Zhu Ting's face has not looked good in the past two days. I'm afraid that when she learned that the woman was hospitalized, she guessed that it was more serious.
Fortunately, this matter has nothing to do with Du Fei and mainly falls on Zhu Ting. However, since she has a strong background, it will not have any impact. At most, she will be depressed for a while.
But then, the aftermath of this incident must be properly dealt with.
The main thing is what to do with the two children after the woman dies!
I heard from Sun Lan that of the two children, the elder brother is seven years old and the little girl is only two years old.
It turned out that the girl was quite beautiful, so the neighborhood committee helped her find a home.
The other party is an old bachelor in his thirties who works in a steel mill. Because he was injured and his legs and feet are a little lame, he has never found a partner.
But with a formal job, the salary is thirty-one and a half yuan a month, which is more than enough to support four or five people.
Who would have thought that as soon as something good happened, the woman passed away and left behind two children?
That bachelor didn't get a wife, so he couldn't accept two sluts for free.
Logically speaking, if something like this happened and the two children were unrelated, they would definitely be sent to an orphanage.
But the current situation is different.
When Section Chief Qian came back, he handed this matter over to Zhu Ting, intending to add luster to Zhu Ting's resume. He never expected that something like this would happen.
If the woman's death was an accident or force majeure, how to arrange the two children became a test for Zhu Ting.
Sending her directly to an orphanage is of course the simplest and most direct solution, but it is not the best solution for Zhu Ting.
If you want to restore the impact, win back the city.
Zhu Ting must show her ability to solve problems in unexpected situations and come up with more appropriate solutions.
But in the final analysis, Zhu Ting is just a young girl who has just graduated from college and has not long been working.
She has the background, brains, and drive, but lacks some experience and means.
At this time, Du Fei glanced into the small office again.
He found that Zhu Ting had stopped writing, frowning and not knowing what she was thinking.
After a while, when it was time to get off work, Du Fei followed everyone out.
He didn't even ride a bicycle after leaving the street office.
The Red Star Hotel is not far from here, and there were no cars downstairs at midnight. Du Fei simply left his bicycle at the street office and wandered to the Red Star Hotel with Xiao Wu.
The hotel did not provide meals, so Du Fei ate a bowl of wontons and two sesame seed cakes at the wonton shop at the door.
Xiaowu only eats one meal a day, so don't worry about it.
By the time we finished our meal, it was already past six o'clock when we returned to the hotel.
Although single rooms in hotels are the most expensive, the living conditions are just that.
The only advantage is that the hostel has its own boiler room and the rooms are heated, which is clean and warm.
Du Fei rolled up the quilt on the bed and threw it aside, then took out his own quilt from the space and spread it on it.
I took out the radio, plugged it in and started playing it, which immediately gave the lifeless room a little more life.
Then I went to get half a pot of boiling water, soaked it in high-quality rice, and petted the cat while waiting for Lei Laoliu to bring someone over.
Just after seven o'clock, Lei Laoliu came to the door with a very tall man.
When Du Fei opened the door, he was stunned when he saw the two of them, because the one behind Lei Laoliu was too tall!
Du Fei himself is 1.8 meters tall, and this man is more than half a head taller than Du Fei. Visually, he is at least two meters taller.
However, this man is tall but very thin. He looks droopy and lacks energy.
As soon as the two came in, Lei Laoliu quickly introduced: "Xiao San'er, this is Leader Du."
The three who looked like telephone poles nodded and bowed to say hello.
Du Fei also nodded to him, and then his eyes fell on the cloth bag that came from three backs.
The cloth bag looks heavy, and it should contain gold bricks brought as samples.
Du Fei was not in a hurry and asked the two of them to sit down and poured each of them a cup of tea.
Because Du Fei lived in a single room, the area was quite large. In addition to a bed, there was also an Eight Immortals table and several armchairs.
When Na San sat down, he wanted to put the cloth bag at his feet.
Du Fei chuckled and said, "Don't put it on the ground. Take it out first and take a look."
The three busy men raised their hands again and put the bag on the table with a clunk.
But because the sound was so loud, he was startled. He smiled sheepishly at Du Fei, opened his pocket and revealed two black bricks, as thick as a palm.
Du Fei stood up and stretched out his arm, and moved one of the pieces. It was heavy and very delicate to the touch.
But these two bricks are broken pieces, only a quarter of the size.
On the side of the brick there is the year and the name of the craftsman, which looks quite decent.
Du Fei has no research on this kind of gold brick used by the royal palace, and he can't tell whether it is genuine or fake. Just in terms of touch, this thing is no worse than the high-end ceramic tiles of later generations.
But that was not what Du Fei really cared about.
After checking the year mark, he put the gold brick next to his feet and picked up another one to check.
There seems to be no difference between these two gold bricks.
Du Fei glanced at it twice, then placed it on the other side of his body.
Then he had some time to relax and looked at Na San who was a little worried: "Tell me, where did these gold bricks come from?"
Du Fei asked as he picked up the thermos bottle and planned to refill the teacups of the three of them.
But when he took it lightly, there was only the bottom of the thermos bottle.
Du Fei frowned, and Lei Laoliu next to him had a look on his face and said quickly: "Leader Du, I'll get you a pot of water."
Du Fei said he was working hard, but in fact he deliberately ran out of water in the thermos bottle.
Even if Lei Laoliu didn't have the foresight to see it, Du Fei still had to take the opportunity to kill him.
With a bang, Lei Laoliu went out with the thermos bottle, and only Du Fei and Na San were left in the room.
Na San began to tell the specific origins of these gold bricks to reassure Du Fei that these were not dirty and there would be no trouble buying them.
But he couldn't see that a gold brick originally placed at Du Fei's feet had disappeared.
In the portable space, this gold brick, which was manufactured in the eleventh year of Daoguang, that is, 1831, immediately began to slowly overflow with strands of white light under the pull of the white light ball.
When Du Fei saw this, he was secretly happy, knowing that something good was coming this time.
He calmly put the gold brick back into its place and began to listen carefully to the three 'telling stories'.
According to Na San, his ancestors once worked for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, specifically handling gold bricks shipped from Suzhou.
From Qianlong to Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty, the construction of the Old Summer Palace was almost continuous, which naturally required a lot of gold bricks.
However, when transporting from the Suzhou kiln factory to the capital, getting on and off the ship, and moving around, it is inevitable that there will be bumps and bruises.
Of course, things used by the royal family cannot have any flaws, and these cracked and chipped gold bricks should be smashed and landfilled.
But in fact, most of them are preserved and used for various purposes.
Those three gold bricks were secretly hidden by his ancestors.
In name, they are all defective and defective products, but in fact, there are quite a few that are not damaged at all.