EBE Chapter 268 Report Letter
Chapter 268 Report Letter
The fat guy at the Changcheng Refrigerator Parts Factory?
It's unlikely. So much time has passed, and we've continued to source raw materials from their factory and cooperate on temperature controllers. There's no reason for it to be them.
Could it be a colleague from work?
Could it be that he's jealous because his own career is going so smoothly?
As he pondered this, he took the letter out of the envelope, looked at its contents, and was both annoyed and amused.
The letter accused him of being a high school teacher with a government-affiliated position, yet violating regulations by taking on part-time jobs to seek personal gain. The so-called evidence was a photo of him at a trade fair on Guanqian Street last October.
Tut tut...
Zhuang Chaoying couldn't help but shake his head. He had been here for so long and had always been conscientious and diligent, never doing anything to wrong anyone. Even towards the Zhuang family, he had never done anything out of line.
He wasn't saddened or upset about being reported without warning; what bothered him was the feeling of being betrayed so suddenly.
I felt a bit frustrated.
The bureau chief looked at Zhuang Chaoying, who was reading the letter, and noticed that his expression was a little strange. He could understand why; who could laugh after being falsely accused?
"Teacher Zhuang, regarding your part-time job, our teachers are on the permanent staff, and you are also a tenured teacher. We refer to the laws and regulations governing civil servants, which stipulate that it is not allowed to engage in or participate in profit-making activities in violation of relevant regulations. We have also investigated this matter, and you were just helping out at the refrigerator factory, and you have no substantial relationship with them. So you can rest assured in this regard, we will not wrong any of our excellent teachers."
Zhuang Chaoying nodded, secretly glad that she had been wise to register the relevant share under A-Ling's name.
"Chief, did you get a good look at what the person who made the report looks like?"
He still wanted to find out who was behind it all.
The bureau chief shook his head.
"No, it was probably put in the suggestion box last night, and the security guard didn't see it. Teacher Zhuang, let's just let this matter go, but you still need to be careful about your personal conduct, after all, you're receiving a government salary."
"Should we issue a statement to clarify this matter for you?"
Zhuang Chaoying carefully put the letter into her pocket. "Director, I have nothing to hide. I haven't taken a single penny from the refrigerator factory. I suppose they know me. I can handle this myself and won't cause any trouble for the bureau."
He didn't receive a single penny; it all belonged to Ah Ling in name only.
The innocent will clear themselves. There is no innocent person who can prove their innocence; otherwise, they will be unable to defend themselves. The person who wrote this letter of complaint should be made to admit their mistake.
"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Director. I will definitely pay attention in the future."
I left the Education Bureau.
Who could it be? Zhuang Chaoying frowned, clutching the letter of complaint in her hand, staring at the handwriting.
The handwriting looks somewhat familiar, but I can't quite place it right now.
Teacher Zhang; Fatty Factory; Wang Yong; Zhang Amei; the people from the old Zhuang family. Their images flashed rapidly through his mind like a revolving lantern.
This isn't a huge deal. At worst, she can quit teaching. With her skills, she'll surely have a job. However, despite saying that, Zhuang Chaoying still felt a little disappointed, after all, she had worked diligently in this position for so many years.
At this moment, Zhuang Chaoying was thinking about the cup of West Lake Longjing tea she hadn't had time to drink that morning, which had now been completely ruined by this whistleblower letter.
I looked up at my watch; it was already past four o'clock.
He stood at the entrance of the Education Bureau, hesitated for a while, and thought to himself, "Forget it, I won't go back to school. Anyway, I'm not on duty for evening self-study tonight."
I hopped on the bike and rode home.
As I passed a store, I inexplicably stopped the car and bought four sticks.
Go home and stew a pot of soup to nourish yourself, and all your worries will be left behind.
Pushing the cart into the courtyard, I saw Pengfei sitting in the yard playing cards, muttering to himself.
Pengfei heard the sound and turned his head.
"Uncle? Why are you off work so early today?"
Zhuang Chaoying parked the car and forced a smile. "I had some things to take care of today, so I came back a little early."
Seeing that his uncle was not in a good mood, Pengfei put away the cards and followed his uncle back into the house.
Zhuang Chaoying walked into the kitchen and saw A-Ling busy at the stove. "A-Ling, I'm back. I bought four leg bones."
He waved the bag of bones in his hand.
Huang Ling turned around, glanced at him, and said while stirring the vegetables in the pan.
"Let's freeze the bones. Tu Nan will be back in a couple of days, and we can eat them when he gets back."
Zhuang Chaoying responded and stuffed the leg bone into the freezer compartment of the refrigerator.
"Chao Ying, bring this upstairs."
Huang Ling pointed to a plate of stir-fried carrot and potato shreds.
Zhuang Chaoying called out, "Xiaoting, Pengfei, the food is ready. Put it on the table and get the bowls and chopsticks."
A little while later, Xiaoting came with bowls and chopsticks, and Pengfei followed behind with the rice cooker.
The four of them sat around the table eating dinner: white rice, stir-fried carrot and potato shreds, stir-fried cured meat, and a large bowl of egg drop soup.
After finishing their meal, Xiaoting and Pengfei took the initiative to clear the dishes and go to the kitchen to wash them.
Zhuang Chaoying sat on the wooden sofa, leaning back with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind still racing, trying to figure out who had written the whistleblower letter.
His fingers unconsciously tapped on the sofa armrest, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.
[System, who wrote this whistleblower letter?]
[To the host: Please resolve this yourself; no assistance will be provided at this time.]
The system's cold voice echoed in his mind, making him feel irritated.
"Teacher Zhuang."
Zhuang Chaoying suddenly came to her senses and saw Lin Wufeng, Song Xiangyang, and Factory Director An push open their house door.
Huang Ling was a little confused when she saw so many people suddenly arrive. She was still holding a rag for wiping the table and was completely bewildered.
"Engineer Lin, Xiangyang, Factory Director An, come in quickly." She greeted them warmly, then looked back at Chaoying who didn't react, and shook his shoulder.
Zhuang Chaoying then came to her senses and stood up.
"Engineer Lin, Factory Director An, Xiangyang, what brings you all here together today? Please sit down, come in and have a seat."
As he spoke, he ushered everyone into the house, wondering why these people had suddenly come all at once.
After the group entered the room, Zhuang Chaoying invited everyone to sit down. She then sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze sweeping over the three faces as she waited for them to explain their purpose.
Factory Director An looked serious and, without beating around the bush, went straight to the point.
"Teacher Zhuang, two people from the Education Bureau came to the factory this morning to ask about your situation."
Zhuang Chaoying nodded, thinking to herself that this was pretty much the same as what the director of the Education Bureau had said; their suggestion box should be checked once a week.
"I was also summoned to the Education Bureau today. Someone reported me for having part-time jobs outside to earn money."
Upon hearing this, Song Xiangyang quickly interjected, his face filled with concern. "Teacher Zhuang, how did it go? Are you alright?"
Zhuang Chaoying shook her head, her expression relaxing a bit. "It's alright, the factory's share is under A-Ling's name, and she's not a government employee or working for a public institution, so it's fine."
Factory Director An clasped his hands together.
"We're just telling the truth. Teacher Zhuang only comes over occasionally during holidays to help out voluntarily, without charging any fees. We keep a record of every expense, so we're not afraid of them checking."
Lin Wufeng looked at him. "Teacher Zhuang, have you talked to Sister Ling about this?"
At this moment, Huang Ling was in the kitchen making tea with Song Ying, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the house.
Her hand jerked violently, and the water glass in her hand fell directly to the ground.
Then there was a loud "crack" as the cup shattered into pieces, shards flying everywhere.