At home, Dong Xuebin and his mother, who had unbearable expressions on their faces, sat together to eat. There was no conversation during the meal. Dong Xuebin took the food with a stern face.
"Xiaobin, what's wrong?"
"……fine."
"That look in your eyes says it's okay? Who messed with you again?"
"An old guy named Chu Qinghua, he doesn't know what his last name is!"
"You're scolding people again. Don't be so angry. You get anxious whenever anyone bothers you."
"It's not that I'm anxious." Dong Xuebin patted his chopsticks and said, "The central inspection team is here. I kindly reminded him of Chu Qinghua so that they could prepare for it as soon as possible, but what about him? He didn't even say thank you after he found out.
He said, not only did he not appreciate it, but he also hung up the phone on me! He gave me a stern look! Did I remind you by mistake?"
Luan Xiaoping frowned upon hearing this, "There are still such people?"
"Not only this time, at a wedding banquet a few days ago, Chu Qinghua's son got married. He didn't invite me, so let's not talk about it. I happened to pass by the door, so I went in with one of my cadres to congratulate him. Hey, I
Give him face and congratulate him, guess what? He actually played tricks on me behind my back and asked the restaurant to serve a dish of tofu dregs because I didn’t know the name of the restaurant’s dishes. I immediately made the district committee ***
My lover and the district chief were offended. If I hadn't felt something was wrong later, I really wouldn't have known it was Chu Qinghua. Who do you think this person is? What do you think this is? Is this a fucking position?
I shit on my head! It keeps happening again and again!”
Luan Xiaoping stopped talking after hearing this.
Dong Xuebin's patience has its limits. Once, twice, and three times, Chu Qinghua's actions finally made Dong Xuebin completely furious!
Fuck you uncle!
Aren't you arrogant? Aren't you plotting against me behind my back?
Okay Chu Qinghua! Today I will let you know who I am, Dong Xuebin!
Dong Xuebin went back to the bedroom after dinner, opened the laptop he brought, connected to the Internet, and searched quickly. Dong Xuebin needed to find a breakthrough. Aren't you Chu Tsinghua determined to win the title of Model Unit for Respecting the Elderly?
Okay, it’s rude to come and go without reciprocating, so I’ll fucking trick you too! I want to see if your Ping An Subdistrict Office can pass the test of the Central Inspection Team!
One minute……
five minutes……
ten minutes……
Dong Xuebin was typing on the keyboard, and Luan Xiaoping had nothing to do, so she tidied up the house for her son, wiping here and sweeping there.
"Son, do you want the newspapers in the cabinet?"
"What number is it?"
"Hey, it's Chinese New Year time, it's been several months."
"No, it's probably because the previous *** didn't clean it up."
"Hey, this news, Ping'an Street? Nursing home? Xiaobin, come and take a look."
Dong Xuebin blinked, put down the mouse, stood up and walked to the living room, "What's wrong?" After saying that, he took the Fenzhou Daily from his mother's hand.
On the third page, there is a big headline: "Who is responsible for missing elderly people in nursing homes?"
What was reported in the news was a community nursing home run by Pingan Street in Nanshan District. This newspaper was already four or five months ago. The incident happened even earlier, at the end of last year. A local resident named Su Xiaochun sent his mother to the nursing home.
Su Xiaochun went to a nearby nursing home. Her mother suffered from Alzheimer's disease. After entering the hospital, Su Xiaochun repeatedly warned the hospital. However, on the third day, Su Xiaochun's mother disappeared from the nursing home. She called the police, but nothing was available for a month.
Su Xiaochun later went to the community nursing home in Ping'an Street to demand explanation and compensation, but the nursing home said it had nothing to do with them and had no obligation to take responsibility, and they didn't pay a penny.
After reading the news, Luan Xiaoping was unhappy, "You know how to shirk responsibility! What kind of nursing home is this?"
Dong Xuebin also agreed with what his mother said, thinking that your Ping An Subdistrict Office has a nursing home like this? Are you still trying to fight for a model unit for caring for the elderly? What a model!
He returned to the house with the newspaper, raised his hand and called Su Jia.
"Hello, Xuebin?"
"Sister Su, are you still at work? There is something wrong."
"Haha, I'm working overtime today. I'm with the office, you tell me."
"I have a copy of your Fenzhou Daily here, it's from January 7th. There's a news in it that I want to check." Once the specific situation was explained, Dong Xuebin hung up the phone.
Not long after, Su Jia's number was called back and the matter was clarified.
Half a year has passed, and Su Xiaochun's mother has still not been found. The nursing home seemed to have only paid a symbolic compensation of 10,000 yuan later, but it was too little, and there was not even the most basic sincerity. Listen.
It was said that the hospital did not admit that it was their fault at all, and only said that the 10,000 yuan was for humanitarian aid. As a result, Su Xiaochun's family seemed to have gone to trouble several times, and it is not clear what happened afterward.
"Do you have Su Xiaochun's contact number?"
"Yes." Su Jia looked for the registration information and read it again.
"Sister, thank you."
Dong Xuebin clicked on the phone number with his hand, thinking that this was it. Then he flipped through the phone book and used his brain, and finally called Guo Panwei, whom he trusted more.
"Panwei, I have something to help me with."
"If you ask me something, I will make sure to complete the task!" Guo Panwei's tone was as respectful as ever.
Dong Xuebin felt very comfortable listening to it, and immediately explained the matter in detail, and repeatedly explained how, how, and so on.
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Half past seven in the evening.
Ping'an Street, a residential building in Meizhuang Community.
Su Xiaochun, who is in her forties, is watching TV with her husband at home. Her mother has been missing for more than half a year. Since then, there has been no smile at home. Su Xiaochun regrets sending her mother to a nursing home all the time. If she has been
If the mother could stay at home and live with them, this kind of thing would not happen.
Ring ring ring, the home phone rang.
Su Xiaochun reached out and took it, "Hello."
A man's voice sounded on the other end, "Hello, is this Ms. Su Xiaochun Su?"
"Who are you?"
"I am a reporter from Nanqi Morning News. I would like to conduct a telephone interview with you. Could you please spare a few minutes of your time?"
"Reporter? What's going on?"
"So, I heard that the disappearance of your mother has not been solved yet? The Meizhuang Nursing Home has not given you an explanation? But recently, the inspection team of the Central Model Unit for Respecting the Elderly came down, and the Ping An Street Office has been nominated for the Model Unit for Respecting the Aged.
What do you think about this matter?"
"What?" Su Xiaochun exploded upon hearing this, "They still want to be a model unit for respecting the elderly? My mother hasn't been found yet! Not yet!!"
Her lover looked over and said, "Xiaochun, what's wrong?"
Sun Xiaochun hung up the phone angrily, "The central leadership is here! You must give me an explanation this time!"