I Really Can't Take the Blame, Damn It!
Silly Zhu was dumbfounded when he heard this. His expression became more and more solemn.
Originally, he could still take the blame for the stick without caring about anything else.
Hearing this, he immediately felt a little guilty.
Why did he dare to bully the canteen in the factory?
Why did she punish Xu Damao whenever she wanted to in the courtyard?
That was all thanks to his three generations of farm laborers.
If he did not have this protective suit, he would be finished.
"Wu family kid, don't talk nonsense. My identity is set by the country. How can it be so easy to fail?”
Silly Zhu still held onto a trace of hope.
Wu Ziqiang had an indifferent look.
"What the country has set may not be reliable. If they really find out that you have deceived the country and damaged public property…" he said calmly.
"Tsk tsk, adding all these up, it's probably very difficult to be kind.”
The more Silly Zhu listened, the more shocked he became. If that was really the case, he was done for.
He might really have to eat peanuts!
"Silly Uncle, think about it. I'll take the menu.”
Wu Ziqiang took the menu and left.
He had already mentioned what he wanted to say.
If Silly Zhu was unafraid of death and insisted on carrying this black pot, then he could only think of another way.
In fact, these analyses were all based on some clues from his later life. They might not be true.
How could it be so easy to overthrow something that was determined by the state?
But now, Silly Pillar was going to be the scapegoat.
Was it more important to take the blame or to live? Silly Zhu wasn't stupid, he definitely had to weigh the pros and cons.
Next, Wu Ziqiang waited for things to develop naturally.
"Wu clan kid is right.”
Silly Zhu gulped down a mouthful of wine.
He began to doubt his identity.
Silly Zhu tried hard to recall his childhood experiences. It seemed that their family had never planted land back then.
The Tan family's dishes were indeed official dishes.
At that time, it was the family banquet of Tan Zongjun, a bureaucrat in the late Qing Dynasty. Because it was the second place in the second year of Tongzhi, it was also called the "second place dish".
The cooking method of Tan Family Cuisine was mainly to roast, stew, simmer, lean on and steam. It was proficient in cooking eight delicacies in soup stock and old fire.
These eight delicacies referred to bird's nest, sea cucumber, shark's fin, abalone, fish maw, dried scallops, fish lips, and roe. They were regarded as the best delicacies at banquets.
Even if he said that the cooking method of Hai Bazhen was passed down from three generations of farm laborers, Silly Zhu himself wouldn't believe it.
It was possible that He Daqin had really used his connections and sent money to get this identity.
Silly Zhu panicked. If he took the blame, it would be a fatal matter.
Even the worst case scenario would only be a few years in prison.
After all, he was the descendant of a worker, and his mother and grandmother were farmers.
Moreover, it was the stick that did it himself.
If he went to take the blame, he might not be able to get the stick out, and he might even fold it.
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He couldn't take the blame!
No matter how much he liked Qin Huiru and wanted to fish her out, he was afraid of death.
Silly Zhu had a bitter expression. He had already promised Qin Huairu to take the blame for the stick. How should he explain it now?、
If it really didn't work, why not hide tomorrow?
……
Qin Huairu slept soundly at night.
She thought that with Silly Zhu taking the blame, the meme would definitely come out in the next two days.
In the morning, Qin Huiru made breakfast and went to ask Silly Zhu to eat. However, she did not see Silly Zhu.
"Silly Zhu is really not bad. You went to get the meme so early. The meme will be back by this afternoon at the latest, right?”
Qin Huairu thought to herself as she happily went to work.
She had been idling in the factory for a long time, but when it was time to eat, she still did not see Silly Zhu.
Thinking that Silly Zhu should have gone to take the blame, he felt relieved.
In the afternoon, a few police officers suddenly came.
"Qin Huairu, right? Who are you to Jia Geng?"
The police officer called Qin Huairu out and asked seriously.
"Yes, it's me. I'm Jia Geng's mother.”
Qin Huairu went numb. She panicked and had a bad feeling.
Didn't Silly Zhu take the blame? Why did the factory report the matter to the police station?
"Then come with us."
"Police officer, what's the situation? What's wrong with my awesome meme?" Qin Huairu hurriedly asked.
"Jia Geng was convicted of stealing public property and had a bad behavior. He refused to admit it and even beat the police. He was punished for several crimes and might even be sentenced to death.”The police officer said directly.
" What?!"
Qin Huiru was instantly dumbfounded. Didn't Silly Zhu come to the factory early in the morning to take the blame?
Why would a great meme be sent to the police!
In this day and age, stealing a peanut could be sentenced to death, not to mention stealing a live pork trotter from the government.
This was the end…
Qin Huairu didn't know which part had gone wrong.
Her mind went blank as if she had been struck by lightning.
He instantly collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.
When Qin Huairu woke up, she was already home.
Yi Zhonghai helped from the side.
Silly Zhu was beside her, guarding him.
Silly Zhu already knew that the meme could be sentenced to death.
He was still a little glad in his heart. People had to listen to advice for their entire lives!
If he took the blame, the police would really investigate his background thoroughly.
Not only was he likely to be sentenced to death, but He Daqin might also be captured from Baocheng and sentenced.
As for Silly Zhu's promise to Qin Huairu to take the blame…
In the face of life and death, he would definitely regret his decision. Who would complain about living too long?
If he wanted to die for Qin Huiru, Silly Zhu might have done it on impulse.
However, he wasn't happy to die for the stick.
After all, he didn't do anything wrong.
Ever since he was young, Silly Pillar had taken great care of him.
But how did the meme treat him? He was an ingrate.
Silly Zhu felt that if he wanted to be darker, he could marry Qin Huiru earlier if he had a heart attack and there were no more obstacles.
Now, Qin Huairu would definitely be heartbroken over the death of the stick.
When they got married in the future and gave birth to a chubby boy, they would definitely not be so sad when they had new children.
Qin Huairu came back to her senses. When she saw Silly Zhu, she immediately questioned angrily,"
"Silly Zhu, why didn't you confess to the security department?!”
Qin Huairu's tone was interrogative, as if she should be the one being silly.
"Well, I was planning to go, but when I arrived at the factory, I had a stomachache and diarrhea, so I didn't have time.”
Silly Zhu lied.
He didn't expect that he would be sent to the police station so soon.
He didn't expect the stick to actually dare to beat up the police in the police station.
If the meme was sentenced to death, Qin Huairu would probably never forgive him for the rest of her life.
"Pa!"
Qin Huairu raised her hand and slapped Shazhu's face ruthlessly. Shazhu could only endure it.
"Can you run for a day?"
Qin Huairu clearly did not believe him. Her eyes were filled with hatred."If you're not willing to take the blame for the stick, just say it.”
"If the meme gets the death penalty, I'll kill myself in your house!”
Qin Huairu choked up as she spoke, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
"It's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that I'm not willing.”Silly Zhu quickly apologized.
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