Just when He Yuzhu was busy worrying about waiting for you, Tang Junliang had already taken people here and went to Baocheng to take He Daqing to the Sijiucheng Rolling Mill.

Along the way, He Daqing was silent, no matter what the young man asked him, he drooped his eyelids, looking like he hadn't woken up.

The people in the rolling mill had no choice but to settle the people first and continue to look for Meng Yi.

Tang Junliang is young, and he can take the opportunity to become the captain of this picket, so he naturally has some ability.

After only two or three days, it was already found out that Meng Yi had been transferred to the northeast five years ago.

Moreover, it is said that he is still the head of a local county-level unit over there.

Such a character is obviously not something that a small picket captain can investigate casually.

As soon as he got to work the next day, Tang Junliang went to Xiang Juan's office and explained the situation, please give instructions to the secretary on what to do next.

As soon as Xiang Juan heard that the person was not in Sijiu City, she also made a difficulty, so she first asked Tang Junliang to go out first and investigate other things, while she herself thought seriously.

This question is a nail enough to nail He Yuzhu to death, and she doesn't want to give up easily.

Although the northeast is far away, if you put in a lot of effort, it is not impossible to succeed, but the cost is too great.

After a morning of consideration, in the end, the hatred for He Yuzhu overcame everything, and Xiang Juan still decided to hold on to this nail.

Once she made up her mind, she didn't hesitate and immediately started calling.

Five days later, in the crowded train station of Sijiu City, a middle-aged man with a flat head appeared, carrying a travel bag in his hand, looking around at everything.

In that look, with a little strangeness and a little nostalgia, it seems to be a wanderer who has been away for a long time.

This person is the key person who Xiang Juan spent a lot of affection to invite back, and nailed He Yuzhu's ingredients:

Meng Yi.

As soon as Meng Yi got out of the train station, he was taken to the rolling mill by Tang Junliang and Liu Haizhong.

At this moment, in a medium-sized conference room, all the heads and brains of the rolling mill have arrived.

Presiding over this meeting was Secretary Xiang Juanxiang.

"The main reason for summoning everyone here today is to report the letter from Comrade He Yuzhu a few days ago.

After such a long period of hard work by the pickets, the three things in the report letter have basically been investigated.

Now, let's sit down face-to-face with the witnesses and the parties we have found and explain things clearly. ”

As Xiang Juan spoke, the door of the conference room opened, and the first person to come in was He Daqing, who had thick bags under his eyes and drooping eyelids, as if he hadn't woken up for three days.

Behind He Daqing, followed Meng Yi, who had just gotten off the train station.

Behind Meng Yi was the expressionless Tong Xinya, followed by Yi Zhonghai, the first uncle with a bewildered face.

When everyone sat down, the last person to come in was He Yuzhu.

When he saw He Daqing, He Yuzhu was obviously taken aback, and when he looked at Meng Yi, there was a trace of doubt and incomprehension on his face.

Xiang Juan saw that everyone had arrived, nodded with great satisfaction, and motioned for Tang Junliang, who had brought them in, to come in and sit down.

The second uncle, Liu Haizhong, also wanted to come in with him, but when he walked to the door, he was stopped by Xu Damao, the director of the Propaganda Section, and another person standing at the door:

"I'm sorry, this is a conference room, idlers are not allowed to enter!"

As soon as the second uncle heard the word "idler", he couldn't help frowning.

I wanted to say something, but looking at Xu Damao's expression of "you dare to try it", he finally chose to give in.

Glancing at the empty hallway, he found a place to squat down and wait for the result.

As a result, Xu Damao came over and said with a cold face:

"Comrade Liu Haizhong, it's work time, you should work in the workshop, this is not the place you should come."

As soon as the second uncle heard this, he stood up suddenly, glared at Xu Damao angrily and shouted:

"Xu Damao, don't deceive people too much!"

"Heh, Comrade Liu Haizhong, what are you talking about, what do you call me to deceive people too much?

Aren't you a workshop worker? Isn't it time to go to work?

If you are qualified, go in for a meeting, don't leave it here and squat if you don't have that qualification, a lot of age, don't learn, learn the janitor dog, is it interesting? ”

"Xu Damao, how do you speak? Who are you scolding as a dog? ”

The second uncle was suddenly anxious, he was still a member of the picket team now, and he belonged to the same department as Xu Damao.

"Hehe, Comrade Liu Haizhong, why are you still in a hurry? I scold whoever knows in his heart. ”

Xu Damao likes to see the second uncle angry and ruined, and he has no choice.

"You ......"

The second uncle pointed at Xu Damao, blowing his beard angrily and glaring, but he couldn't say a word.

Xu Damao glared, approached the second uncle, lowered his voice and said coldly:

"Hurry up, you old bastard, what's the matter, do you want the leader of the conference room to come out and chase you?"

The second uncle's old face turned red, and in the end he could only leave in a huff.

However, the second uncle is the second uncle after all, and when he left, he also said a cruel word:

"Xu Damao, you are ruthless, let's ride a donkey to read the record book, and knock on the walk!"

Xu Damao took a sip in the direction Liu Haizhong left, and then returned to the door of the conference room to stand.

In the conference room, Xiang Juan presided over the meeting in person, and after a few brief opening remarks, she went straight to the point:

"Okay, let's talk about Comrade He Yuzhu's first question, about his status as a middle peasant.

The report letter we received said that He Daqing, the father of Comrade He Yuzhu, had found a relationship to ask Comrade Meng to change the rich peasant component of his family to a middle peasant component when he was dividing the composition.

Now, in front of all the leaders in the factory, I ask Comrade He Daqing to explain the specific situation of that year. ”

When Xiang Juan said this, she also glanced at He Daqing, and she was very clear about He Daqing's attitude along the way.

Therefore, she doesn't expect He Daqing to say anything now, the key is to see Meng Yi's words.

Of course, they had already communicated with Meng Yi in advance, and Meng Yi was also deeply aware of his mistakes back then, and expressed his willingness to sincerely repent and tell all the truth about the year.

He Daqing raised his eyelids, glanced at Xiang Juan, and finally stayed on his son for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't have a good memory, it's been more than ten years, I've forgotten about it, I don't remember anything."

Xiang Juan glanced at He Daqing, and his attitude was expected, but he still asked:

"May I ask Comrade He Daqing, do you still have an impression of this Comrade Meng sitting next to you?"

He Daqing raised his eyelids again, glanced at Meng Yi expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't know, I don't remember, I had a serious illness five years ago, and I forgot a lot of things."

Xiang Juan was very dissatisfied with He Daqing's attitude of not knowing, but she didn't say much, but looked at Meng Yi and slowly spoke:

"Comrade Meng, do you still have an impression of this Comrade He Daqing beside you?"

As soon as Xiang Juan's words came out, everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Meng Yi, waiting for his answer.

Meng Yi turned around and glanced at He Daqing, smiled and nodded:

"I have an impression that twelve years ago, the ingredients of their family were delineated by me, and twelve years ago He Daqing was still a chef in the rolling mill, and I was particularly impressed by him."

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