eurekapd Chapter 285 1 letter
Chapter 285 1 letter
The guardhouse has two rooms. The inner room is where the guards rest and sleep, while the outer room faces the main gate and has a large glass panel through which they can clearly see the situation inside and outside the factory.
There was a table under the glass, piled with newspapers and letters.
Zhuang Chaoying had been keeping an eye on the guardhouse for a while. Taking advantage of the moment when the guard ran out, he crouched down and quickly ran over.
He quickly placed the letter to Zhuang Ganmei in a very conspicuous position among the pile of envelopes.
After putting the letter away, he didn't dare to linger for a moment. He quickly bent down again and ran desperately along the wall to the corner.
Just then, he heard a lot of voices coming from inside the factory. "Old Wan, where's the thief?"
Old Wan, panting heavily, pointed to the broken glass. "You see, the glass is shattered, why would I lie to you?"
"Let's look again."
The crowd began to chatter amongst themselves, and then the factory's security personnel and the night shift workers started a thorough search of the factory.
Zhuang Chaoying took the bicycle out of the system shelf.
He hopped on his bicycle, pushed off hard, and rode towards Widow Wang's house.
When he arrived at Widow Wang's courtyard, he threw the letter inside. Only after watching the letter land steadily in the yard did he breathe a sigh of relief, turn around, and ride his bicycle away into the night.
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When I got home, it was already past 2 a.m.
Zhuang Chaoying parked the car, gently turned the lock cylinder, and locked the gate.
He then put the hat into the system's shelf.
He tiptoed to the pool and quickly washed his hands.
After doing all this, Zhuang Chaoying tiptoed into the room.
He took off his clothes and pants, gently lifted the mosquito net, and lay down on his side on the bed.
Just then, Ah Ling's drowsy voice came from beside her. "Chao Ying, where have you been?" Her voice was heavy with sleepiness.
Zhuang Chaoying gently covered A-Ling's stomach with a towel, then lay down herself and lowered her voice, trying to make it sound natural. "I went to the toilet, my stomach is a little uncomfortable, go to sleep."
Huang Ling sat up groggily. "I'll go get you some diarrhea medicine."
Zhuang Chaoying quickly pulled her back to bed and gently comforted her. "Okay, I won't pull you anymore, go to sleep."
Ah Ling softly hummed in agreement, turned over, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.
Summer mornings always come exceptionally early, with the sun just beginning to peek through the sky.
Widow Wang carried her vegetable basket, intending to go grocery shopping as usual.
As soon as she stepped out of her house, she saw a letter lying quietly by the door.
She frowned slightly, bent down to pick up the letter, and opened it with a puzzled look. Inside was a piece of paper.
She read the letter word by word, her expression shifting constantly.
After a while, she folded the letter again and put it in her pocket.
Who is this person, and why is he helping me and giving me advice?
Zhuang Ganmei has been with him for almost a year, and every time she says to wait a little longer, she gives him less and less money.
The letter says that Zhuang Ganmei will come to beg me. Is that true?
As she thought about it, she picked up her vegetable basket, opened the gate, and headed towards the market.
Throughout the journey, she kept replaying the words in the letter in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. She really needed to leave herself a way out; she couldn't let Zhuang Ganmei, that heartless woman, sleep with her for so long for nothing.
On the other side, the loudspeaker at the machine factory rang the end-of-get off work bell on time.
The workers who had finished their night shift stretched and yawned. Some pushed their bicycles, while others walked in groups, chatting and laughing as they headed toward the factory gate.
A young female worker stepped forward and asked, "Master Wan, do you have any news for me?"
The gatekeeper, Old Wan, looked up from a stack of letters and asked.
"What's your name?"
“Zhang Hongying.” Old Wan flipped through the letters on the table and quickly found one. “There really is one, it’s from Chongcheng.”
“Yes, my husband is a worker in the Third Front.” Zhang Hongying took the letter and happily put it into her handbag.
Old Wan's gaze fell on the letter in the most conspicuous position, and he muttered to himself, "Zhuang Ganmei?"
Oh, I remember now, the fourth-level fitter in the precision workshop was recently criticized for smoking in the workshop.
Old Wan waved the letter in his hand and shouted, "Zhuang Ganmei, there's a letter for you!"
Zhuang Ganmei was pushing her bicycle out the gate when she heard the shout. She was startled and began to wonder.
Who would write to me? I have no relatives in this place. Could it be my second sister, Hualin, from your province?
That shouldn't be the case; they were writing to that heartless boss.
Zhuang Ganmei stepped forward and took the letter. "Thank you, Master Wan."
He found the letter strange; it had no stamp, no postmark, and no sender's address, only the simple words "Zhuang Ganmei Shou".
He looked puzzled and read the letter over and over again. His doubts grew stronger. Who could have sent this?
What could it contain? Filled with curiosity and unease, Zhuang Ganmei stuffed the letter into her pocket, hopped on her bicycle, and slowly rode out of the factory gate.
Zhuang Ganmei rode her bicycle.
After riding for a while, he stopped under a large, leafy tree. There was no one around.
He opened the mysterious letter.
Inside the envelope was a very ordinary piece of paper, without any special markings, neither the factory or company logo nor any clues that could reveal the sender's identity.
Zhuang Ganmei looked closely and saw that there was only one sentence written on it: "Zhuang Ganmei, I know about what you've been doing outside. If you don't want others and the factory to find out and punish you, put 1,000 yuan under the ground tile of the Short Memorial in Sucheng Park at 11 o'clock tonight."
After reading the letter, Zhuang Ganmei's heart skipped a beat, and she remained stunned for a long time.
His mind started racing. At the end of last year, he had reported his brother, but more than half a year had passed and his brother hadn't made a move. He had even signed a letter severing ties with his brother. Logically, it shouldn't have been him.
Could it be that someone found out about my affair and wanted to take advantage of it to extort money from me?
Thinking of this, Zhuang Ganmei broke out in a cold sweat, and her back was soaked with cold sweat.
Is it Widow Wang, or Xiao Liu from the supply and marketing cooperative?
A few years ago, during the crackdown on hooliganism, those who were punished severely could be put in jail. Even now, they can still end up in jail.
Besides these few things, there's also...
[Ding! Progress in catching up with the US has reached 10%]
Zhuang Chaoying got up early in the morning and quietly prepared breakfast. After the family had eaten breakfast,
He and Ah Ling planned to take another nap.
But not long after I lay down, I heard a notification from the system.
Zhuang Chaoying's lips curled up slightly as she thought: Good heavens, this Zhuang Ganmei must be terrified. I haven't even made a move yet, and he's already starting to overthink and be filled with fear after seeing that letter.
It's true what they say: if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear; if you have something to hide, you won't be able to sleep peacefully at night.
People are not afraid of ghosts, but of having a guilty conscience; people are not afraid of poverty, but of having no conscience.