A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

Chapter 40 What does your sister owe you?

"Director Geng, what a coincidence to run into you here." Qiao An stepped forward and greeted him.

"Qiao An," Geng Qiusheng turned around and replied with a smile.

"Did you bring your child to shop?"

Seeing the two chubby pink dolls next to Qiao An, Geng Qiusheng couldn't help but rub their faces.

Huo Ning had a sweet tongue and greeted everyone with a smile, "Hello, Uncle."

"Good boy!" Geng Qiusheng said happily, taking out two pieces of maltose candy from his pocket. "Here, have some."

Huo Ning didn't take it, but looked at Qiao An instead.

"Take what your uncle gave you."

She only took it after hearing what Qiao An said.

Meanwhile, Huo Chen remained the same as before, addressing him as "Uncle" in a lukewarm manner.

"Is Director Geng going to buy a bicycle?" Qiao An asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Geng Qiusheng's face immediately fell.

"Ugh! Don't even mention it."

"My son is getting married, right? The bride price needs to include three turns and a ring. I've already asked someone to buy him a watch, but this bicycle and sewing machine... it's really giving me a headache."

Qiao An thought for a moment. Geng Qiusheng was a cadre in the machine tool factory, so his salary must be quite high. Moreover, it should be easy for them, a large state-owned enterprise, to obtain industrial coupons and bicycle coupons.

That most likely means the problem lies with money.

"I think the bicycles and sewing machines here are pretty good too," Joanne said deliberately.

"It's just too expensive." Geng Qiusheng lowered his voice. "I had already made arrangements with that group in Dongjiawan to buy bicycles and sewing machines."

"As a result, they were raided by the police a while ago."

At this point, Geng Qiusheng felt both unlucky and lucky.

Fortunately, I didn't have to pay a deposit.

Qiao An smiled bitterly to herself, knowing that Geng Qiusheng's matter was somewhat related to her.

"Director Geng..." Qiao An pulled Geng Qiusheng to a secluded corner.

"You just need a bicycle and a sewing machine, right? I can get those two things for less than at the department store."

Geng Qiusheng's eyes lit up. His son's wedding was just around the corner, and if he couldn't get the three essential items ready, he didn't know how he would explain it to his wife.

"real?"

"Really, you know, I have some connections."

Geng Qiusheng thought about it and realized that Qiao An had brought him a basket of lettuce last time.

In the dead of winter, who knows where she got it from?

"Let me be frank with you, I currently have a bicycle ticket, eighty industrial vouchers, and 230 yuan in cash."

Clinging to a sliver of hope, Geng Qiusheng asked, "Do you...do you think this price is acceptable?"

In the department store, a sewing machine costs 137 yuan. If he buys a sewing machine, he won't have money to buy a bicycle.

"Director Geng, since you trust me, I'll take care of this. I think it's no problem. Come to Qingtiao Hutong next to the police station at 5 pm the day after tomorrow. Remember to bring a handcart."

"Right next to the police station? Aren't you afraid of getting arrested?" Geng Qiusheng was shocked.

"Director Geng, this is just a case of the blind spot under the lamp. You can rest assured."

Geng Qiusheng made up his mind and said, "Fine."

Leaving the department store, Joanne happily hummed a little tune.

He sold a bicycle and a sewing machine to Geng Qiusheng for 230 yuan.

Bicycle tickets are now 90 yuan each on the black market, and industrial coupons are 2 yuan each.

She made a profit of 480 yuan without incurring any costs.

The secret stash is about to grow again.

Back at the police station, Qiao An suddenly remembered seeing Qin Feng changing the oil the other day.

So I went to the cafeteria again.

Qin Feng is off today, so there's no one in the cafeteria.

Stepping into the kitchen, Qiao An picked up the oil bottle and smelled it.

His brows furrowed immediately.

No, this tastes really weird.

She pressed her nose against it again and smelled it carefully.

In those days, most cooking oil was peanut oil, which smelled delicious.

However, the oil dispenser in the kitchen smelled of paint and had a stale odor.

Joan dipped her hand in the oil and licked it.

The next second she ran to the sink, turned on the tap and started rinsing her mouth.

The oil is spicy and has a strange taste; just one lick is enough to make you feel nauseous.

Joan almost threw up.

"Mom, are you alright?" Huo Ning asked worriedly from the side.

"It's okay, it's okay," Qiao An'an waved her hands repeatedly.

There was definitely something wrong with this oil.

She remembered that in her past life, in the shelter, some cunning people sold industrial oil to the survivors.

Later, the matter escalated, and people died.

After Qiao An sent people to investigate, he sentenced those people to death.

I never imagined that someone in a novel would do such a despicable thing.

A fire ignited in Joan's heart.

Industrial oil is toxic; if people consume too much of it, they will get sick, experience organ failure, and die.

With current medical technology, it's probably impossible to save him.

Moreover, if something goes wrong, Qin Feng can easily shift the blame to her.

Because she was the one who purchased the cooking oil.

But what Qiao An gave Qin Feng was genuine peanut oil.

Joanne grew angrier the more she thought about it. Just as she was about to pour out the oil, her gaze fell on the calendar hanging in the corner of the wall.

11 month 8 number.

and many more!

This time seems familiar.

The plot of the novel suddenly flashed through her mind.

correct!

The novel mentions a major incident that occurred in Jinshui Town: ten police officers and two staff members from the local police station died from poisoning caused by consuming industrial oil.

Because of this incident, Jiang Yushun, the head of the police station, was dismissed from his post.

Everyone in the logistics department went to prison.

In other words, if Qiao An doesn't resolve this matter, someone will die at the police station, and she herself might end up in jail too.

Joan sat on a bench in the cafeteria, thinking hard, and finally came up with only one solution.

That was to lure the snake out of its hole and force Qin Feng to come out.

Thinking of this, Qiao An took out a bottle of beverage from her spatial storage and poured it out, then poured the industrial oil from the oil jug into it.

After rinsing the oil bottle clean, he replaced it with peanut oil from his own storage space before leaving the cafeteria with his child.

On her way home, she bought several packets of strong laxatives.

I was still apologizing to the people at the police station in my heart.

But diarrhea is better than death.

Throughout the journey, Huo Chen remained silent, like a mute.

Qiao An was preoccupied and ignored him.

When they got home, Huo Ning sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), trying on new clothes and playing with dolls, laughing happily.

Huo Chen, with a gloomy face, leaned against the wall without saying a word.

He was still like this at dinner, even saying he wasn't hungry and didn't want to eat.

Joan still ignored him.

As night fell, Huo Chen's stomach began to rumble.

Qiao An was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) doing accounts, and without turning around, she knew it was Huo Chen making the sound.