Seeing the two people embracing without scruples in the hall, Xiang Zixing and others were also stunned.
Xiang Zixing thought, is this what the Secretary-General calls family matters? It seemed that I had discovered something extraordinary. Wait, that girl just now came to the police station? I don’t know if the people below treated her well, but be sure not to make any mistakes.
"Secretary-general, why don't you go and sit in my office first." Xiang Zixing coughed softly, interrupting the two people hugging each other.
Jiang Xiangyang broke away from Jin Xiangyu's arms, frowned, and said in an uneasy tone: "My dad?"
"It's okay, let's go in and talk first." Jin Xiangyu took Jiang Xiangyang's hand and walked into Xiang Zixing's office.
Wang Fang watched Jiang Xiangyang being held by this man who suddenly appeared, and thought, could this be Xiang Yang's boyfriend? It seemed that he had a high official position, and everyone at the police station nodded and bowed. However, this is not the point. The main thing now is how to rescue Jiang Wencheng.
Xiang Zixing reached out to greet a young policeman and whispered something. After a while, Liu Zhong, the policeman in charge of handling the case of Jiang Xiangyang's father, was called in.
Liu Zhonggang finished the transcripts of Jiang Wencheng and Lai Pisan, and had a general understanding of the matter. The gangster was a frequent visitor to the police station. Jiang Wencheng was the one who made the first move this time. It was unlucky to meet the gangster.
Xiang Zihua asked Liu Zhong to describe the case. When Jin Xiangyu heard that the two had a dispute over a friend circle, he asked someone to print out the content of the friend circle and take it over to take a look.
After all, the secretary-general’s circle of friends are basically people in the system. Everyone knows who their WeChat friends are, so they should be more careful when posting to friends. Jin Xiangyu didn't know that Jiang Xiangyang was rumored to be a mistress in the circle of friends.
Seeing the description in the circle of friends, Jin Xiangyu narrowed his eyes, crumbled the paper in his hand and threw it into the trash can. The atmosphere suddenly fell into embarrassment. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that the secretary-general was angry.
Jin Xiangyu picked up his mobile phone, walked to the window and made a call, "It's me. I just sent you a message. I will clear all the content online immediately."
Not sure what the man on the other side of the phone said, Jin Xiangyu said expressionlessly: "Well, find out the source of this article and wait for my call."
"Director Xiang, how do you think this matter should be handled?" Jin Xiangyu finished hanging up the phone. Although his tone of voice was a bit gentle, he still had the feeling of self-pity and self-pity of a superior.
"Secretary-General, don't worry, I will handle this matter." When Secretary-General Jin called, Xiang Zihua had already figured out the relationship between several people. It turns out that the woman in front of me is Jiang Wencheng's daughter, so the secretary-general is Jiang Wencheng's son-in-law?
This kind of relationship can be handled carefully. Xiang Zihua asked Liu Zhong to ask about the terms of the settlement of the three deadbeats, who insisted on paying 50,000 yuan for medical expenses.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is Jiang Wencheng, and with a relationship like the Secretary-General, it is natural to handle it with caution. When the police handling the case took out the surveillance camera that showed the scoundrel stealing Jiang Wencheng's things, the other party's arrogance instantly subsided and he agreed to compensate. The medical expenses of one thousand were kept privately.
Jiang Xiangyang agreed to this proposal. After all, it was my father who made the move first, so a thousand dollars is not a big deal. Although Jiang Xiangyang doesn't have much money, in her heart, things that can be solved with money are nothing.
The father's matter was settled. Jiang Xiangyang and Wang Fang stood at the door of the police station waiting for their father.
Looking at Jin Xiangyu who was about to leave, Jiang Xiangyang was filled with gratitude. "Secretary-General, please wait a moment." Jiang Xiangyang shouted towards the distant figure.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Jin Xiangyu stopped and turned around with a smile in his eyes.
The two people's eyes met, Jiang Xiangyang took a breath, exhaled slowly, pulled his sleeves uncomfortably with his hands, and whispered: "Secretary-General, I really trouble you today. I really don't know how to thank you."
"Okay, why are you so polite? If you really want to thank me, treat me to a meal at home next time." Jin Xiangyu stared at the girl in front of him with a slight smile on his lips.
"Okay." Jiang Xiangyang nodded lightly.
By the time Jiang's father came out from the police station after completing the formalities, Jin Xiangyu had already left.
"Wen Cheng……"
"Dad..." Jiang Xiangyang and Wang Fang shouted at the same time when they saw their father coming out.
Jiang Xiangyang looked at his father's messy hair and felt sad, "Dad, let's go home first."
Jiang Wencheng looked at his daughter in front of him, and there were thousands of things he wanted to say in his heart, but now was not the time to say it, so he should go home with his daughter first.
Wang Fang worked in a fruit shop and asked for leave after hearing about Jiang Wencheng's accident. After Jiang's father came out of the police station, Wang Fang went back to the shop to go to work. Jiang Xiangyang drove his father home.
Both father and daughter seemed preoccupied along the way, without much communication, and the atmosphere seemed a bit dull.
Jiang Xiangyang followed his father and walked slowly into the house. After struggling for a moment, Jiang Xiangyang asked hesitantly: "Dad, do you know everything?"
"You kid, why didn't you tell your family that such a big thing happened?" Jiang's father let out a long sigh, and couldn't get angry thinking about the scoundrel who came to make trouble today.
"Old Jiang, don't you brag about your daughter's excellence every day? You have also found a good boyfriend. Take a look at this to see if it is your daughter. This woman is said to be from the Xiaohe Town Government. Your daughter must not follow the bad example. Yeah." Didn't I just steal this old man's junk several times? The damn old man looked at me like he was on guard against thieves every time he passed by, and he already disliked me.
When Lai Pisan was wandering on the street today, he accidentally saw an article reprinted in WeChat Moments. Thinking that the old man Jiang Wencheng's daughter was also from the Xiaohe Town Government, he wanted to come over and disgust him.
Jiang Wenchen didn't want to pay attention to Lai Pi San, pretending that he didn't hear Lai Pi San's words. Who knew that the other party would take advantage of it, "Old Jiang, isn't your daughter also unmarried at an old age? I heard that the engagement was annulled before. If it doesn't work, , you can marry me, I still love people very much."
"Old Jiang, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence." Snatcher laughed.
Jiang Wencheng listened to the scoundrel Mitsukoshi's words, which became more and more unreasonable. He usually said he would just let it go, but today he actually talked about his daughter and asked Xiang Yang to marry him. He didn't even look at who he was.
Jiang Wencheng was furious and pushed the scoundrel San, "Go away, what nonsense are you talking about."
The push wasn't very forceful at first, but Lapi San couldn't stand firm and was pushed to the ground.
Someone was passing by. It was not a big deal to watch the excitement, so he said in a good mood: "Shameless San, you are not good at this. Why did you get pushed down by an old man?"
This sentence made Lapi San angry. He stood up and started pushing and shoving Jiang's father. Of course Jiang's father couldn't stand and be beaten. After going back and forth, the people next to him realized that the matter was getting a little serious, so they called the police.
