Tan Yingdong's face was cloudy, with a certain meaning of mountain rain coming, and it looked a little scary.

Tan Yingjie has rarely seen his eldest brother show such a look, his heart suddenly lifted, and he looked at him fixedly.

"Today, someone in the village below Qingyang County, Linxian County, was poisoned and died after eating our pickles.

The public security comrades extracted the scene without a license, and the lethal substance was found to be the plate of pickles on the dinner table, and the person in charge of the pickle distribution point in Qingyang County has been criminally detained. Tan Yingdong exhaled with difficulty, feeling that his entire chest cavity was pressed by a stone, and he couldn't breathe.

Tan Yingjie immediately said: "Big brother, how could it be that there is a problem with our pickles, if there is a problem, it will be out early."

If this family dies, we can't wait to be poisoned by the enemy or something else, what does it matter to us?"

"How do I not know?

But now the police have checked the poison in the pickles on the plate on their dinner table. The pickle brand is ours, and they have to investigate and hold accountable in accordance with the law, and it is reasonable to thoroughly investigate the production safety of our pickle factory. Tan Yingdong said.

"It can't be the brand, it's ours, it's our pickles.

Check, let the local police station investigate, but before the matter is clear, what is the matter with the criminal detention of the person in charge of the pickle distribution point over there?" Tan Yingjie felt very puzzled.

He stood at the desk with his waist crossed, thought for a while and said to his eldest brother: "Brother, I will go to Qingyang County now, and I will go to the local area to understand the specific situation first." ”

"Well, it's okay for you to go and take a look, get over there and understand the problem, don't be impulsive, if there's anything, call me. Tan Yingdong instructed his younger brother.

Tan Yingjie responded well, after leaving the office, he went back to the room to wash his face and change his clothes, and called the director of the pickle factory, asking him to sort out all the pickle quality inspection and safety reports.

......

In the afternoon, Su Yan took the bus back to Harbin City as planned.

The first thing she did every time she came back was to clean up the house, and because she was so tired, she collapsed on the bed and fell asleep, dreamless all night until dawn.

When she woke up, she washed and changed her clothes and was about to pack her schoolbag and go to school, when Cheng Anzhi called her.

"Su Yan, do you know? Your pickle factory seems to have been sealed. Cheng Anzhi's voice came over the phone.

Su Yan suddenly had a wit, a little incredulous, and asked rhetorically, "Who did you listen to?"

"Hey, I'm ...... I called Tan Yingjie last night, uh...... Am I not worried that he will be punished like me?

Thinking that the two of us were falling at the end of the world at the same time, I asked him, and comforted him by the way.

Who knew that he was not at home, his sister-in-law said that he went to another county and had not come back yet, and I didn't say much else later, so he hung up.

Tan Yingjie called me in the morning, and later he told me that he was going to deal with pickles, and that your pickle factory was closed down last night. Cheng Anzhi chattered and explained.

Su Yan frowned, she couldn't understand how the good pickle factory was seized, and she was also very anxious, so she said to Cheng Anzhi: "Anzhi, thank you for telling me the news, I'll call Brother Tan now to learn about the situation, let's hang up first." ”

"Oh, okay, but if you have any problems, just leave them to Yingjie, his eldest brother and him to deal with, you have to report back to school today, and if you delay it again and again, be careful that Teacher Zhang Yu comes to settle accounts with you." Cheng Anzhi said.

Su Yan vaguely replied, 'I know', and after hanging up the line, she could dial Tan Yingdong's house.

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