Le Feng opened the newspaper in front of everyone and exposed a large bundle of cash.

Song Zhiwei's face sank.

"A little bit, how much."

Le Feng untied the plastic rope that tied the cash again, and began to count the banknotes one by one.

Sang Ping emphasized to the people present: "I didn't have time to take back the whole 40,000 yuan, so the secretary asked me to send it over." I didn't move. ”

Listening to what he meant by this, it was like clearing himself.

When Le Feng opened the newspaper, Sang Caishan could see that Sang Ping did not move a penny to the bundle of cash.

Sang Ping came to Sang Caishan, who had no master of the six gods, and pretended to be dazed and ignorant, and whispered to him: "Secretary Cai, what's the situation?" Why did my Uncle Song come to you with these people? ”

Sang Caishan thought that Song Zhiwei and these people were called by Sang Ping, but after seeing Sang Ping's performance and hearing what he said, he didn't feel very like.

Sang Caishan asked him rhetorically: "Where did you come from?" ”

He wanted to know now why Sang Baowen and Sang Xiaoguang couldn't intercept Sang Ping.

Sang Ping replied: "I'm from home." You call me, and I'll come over. I haven't had time to tell my daughter-in-law about this money. ”

Sang Caishan's cloudy eyes moved.

He remembered calling Sang Ping for the second time - listening to Yu Sheng's tone, she didn't seem to know about the 40,000 yuan.

His daughter-in-law didn't have time to know, how could Song Zhiwei get the news before his daughter-in-law?

That doesn't make sense.

Sang Caishan thought that Sang Ping and Song Zhiwei were colluding, but now it seems that he is thinking too much.

However, all this is too coincidental!

Sang Caishan was still suspicious of Sang Ping, and asked again: "Let me ask you, which way did you come from. ”

Sang Ping said truthfully: "I came over the culvert." ”

"That's the road in the south of the village......" Sang Caishan frowned, "I asked Baowen to intercept you, did you meet him on the way?" ”

"No, I don't. I didn't see him. Sang Ping was dazed for a moment, and then showed a sudden look, "Oh, I didn't come here from the south of the village." I came from the west. ”

"You!" Sang Caishan was secretly annoyed, "Why did you come from the west!?" ”

No wonder Sang Baowen didn't intercept people, he didn't expect Sang Ping to take a detour.

Sang Ping took out two photos from the cloth bag and explained to Sang Caishan: "I'll go to the elementary school in Hezhuang to show Qingzi and Junzi their graduation photos." Their former homeroom teacher had been notified two days before to receive their graduation photos. The two children didn't have time to go to class these days, so they planned to pick it up on Saturday. I thought I'd help them get it back when I had the time to do it today. ”

Sang Caishan was almost choked by a breath of fire that rushed up. Not only did he harbor fire, but he also had a kind of dumb eating coptis, and he had an indescribable feeling of bitterness.

Sang Caishan still can't fully trust Sang Ping.

He asked with a gloomy face, "Are you really not looking for these people?" ”

"I'll ask them to come over and get something." Sang Ping was a little anxious, "There is a circle of people sitting here, except for you, I know my Uncle Song." I don't know anyone else, where can I find them? ”

Sang Caishan looked at him suspiciously.

Sang Ping said again: "General, when you didn't see me coming, didn't you turn around and leave when you saw the situation?" ”

Sang Caishan hurriedly said: "Then if you don't go farther, what are you going to do when you come back!" You're still - when people ask, you still tell me the truth! How can you say that I gave you this money! ”

He was already in dire straits, and Sang Ping's mouth directly sent him to the deepest depths.

"Then what else can I say. You teach me. Sang Ping defended, "Don't forget, but you asked me to bring you the money, you think about how powerful you were when you left the phone, so that if I didn't bring you the money, you had to crawl along the phone line and pinch me." ”

On this matter, Sang Caishan couldn't find the words to refute him.

Sang Ping continued to shake the pot: "I don't understand, there are some people in your house, you don't tell me to secretly return the money to you, and ask me to bring it to you immediately with great fanfare, are you afraid that they won't find out?" ”

"Who told you to make a big fuss!" Sang Caishan said angrily, and his voice couldn't help but be a little louder. When Song Zhiwei noticed this, he immediately lowered his head, and he was as embarrassed and dying as a defeated rooster.

He panicked, but his heart was clearer. He turned his head and glanced at Sang Ping with a strange gaze, "Now what you are talking about is why you are telling the truth to them, and you blame me in turn?" ”

He felt that under that circumstance at that time, Sangping could find a random excuse to get rid of him. However, in fact, this kid couldn't stand the big leader's question, so he easily told the truth.

It's just so weird.

"Secretary Cai, don't blame me. I know what Uncle Song does. When I saw that he was here with you, I felt that the situation was not good, and I was afraid that he had found out about you. Since he brought someone here, he must have enough evidence. If you do anything with him at this time, you will be pushing yourself to a dead end. A thick bitterness appeared on Sang Ping's face, and he said a few words from his heart, "You know where the money came from." You don't have a solid heart, otherwise you wouldn't have given me 40,000 yuan in a hurry. In fact, to be honest, I don't dare to make your money. When I got the money back, I regretted it. I'm too embarrassed to tell my family about it. Didn't you look at the money, I brought it over and wrapped it up? ”

Sang Caishan was surprisingly patient and listened to Sang Ping's words.

Seeing that Le Feng was about to finish counting the money, Sang Caishan's heart was filled with helpless sourness.

"Hey, I'm a tiger in Pingyang now." He realized that he couldn't escape it now. He deeply blamed himself and asked Sang Ping for help, "It's all because I'm confused." Ping, you know the big leader, you must put him in front of me and help me say good things. ”

"This..."Sang Ping glanced around, his face embarrassed, "It's okay to say in private, there are so many people I don't know." Secretary Cai, what Uncle Song asks you later, you can answer anything. Be sure to tell the truth and strive for leniency. Think about what happened to the female cashier we talked about this morning—"

After Sang Ping's reminder, Sang Caishan immediately thought of the news of the execution of the embezzler, and a chill welled up in his heart.

Le Feng finished counting and reported to Song Zhiwei: "No more, no less, exactly forty thousand." ”

Song Zhiwei's face was even more gloomy than the sky overwhelmed by dark clouds. If there was a table in front of him, he would have slapped his hand on it.

"Sang Caishan, where did you get this money. Don't you want to explain it to our big guys? ”

Song Zhiwei's majestic voice suppressed the anger of the wind.

Sang Caishan noticed that there was a recorder present. The reporter's job appears to be to be specifically responsible for recording statements for whom.

It's obvious who he's targeting. Because almost all of his attention was on Sang Caishan.

Sang Caishan looked at Sang Ping helplessly, and with the encouragement of Sang Ping's eyes, he snuffed out the cigarette butt and confided it to Song Zhiwei and Pan.