What does it mean to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam but then go missing?

"Uncle Xie, thank you for taking care of me these past two years. I'll return three hundred yuan to you first, and here's the IOU for the rest."

Urban villages.

Qin Ze stuffed the money and the IOU into Xie Zhong's hand.

"I'll calculate the interest on the rest of the money, and I'll definitely pay it all back to you when I have the money."

Xie Zhong held the IOU and three red banknotes.

Her eyes instantly turned red.

"Take the money away right now!"

"Weren't you trying to embarrass your Uncle Xie?"

"You'll need a lot more money for college, take it!"

Xie Zhong absolutely refused to accept the money.

But Qin Ze is also very smart.

He knew that if he stayed even a second longer, the scene would turn into pushing and shoving.

So he dashed out the door and disappeared without a trace.

Xie Zhong was left standing there, clutching the IOU and the red banknote, feeling a mix of emotions.

What a wonderful child!

Xie Zhong had no intention of collecting the outstanding rent.

He had already said that before the Spring Festival.

Qin Ze can stay wherever he wants without worrying about rent.

But Qin Ze still kept this matter in mind.

Even the IOU clearly stated the few dollars for water and electricity.

This child's life is so difficult.

The first thing I thought of after making money was paying it back.

His maturity is almost heartbreaking.

Just as Xie Zhong was wondering what to say...

A 30-year-old man wearing a polo shirt returned to the courtyard.

"Hey! I know you. Didn't you just come in with Qin Ze?"

Zhao Keqin nodded.

As his secretary, he was to carry out the governor's orders.

So he introduced himself: "Brother, I'm from the provincial government. I need to give some instructions about Qin Ze."

"what?"

Xie Zhong was somewhat apprehensive.

"Is he alright?"

"The police came in waves a few days ago, and I got a little scared."

Zhao Keqin relaxed his expression: "Don't worry, Qin Ze is fine. He's a very good student. I wanted to talk to you about the debt."

"Harmful!"

Xie Zhong quickly waved his hand.

He only cared whether Qin Ze was in any trouble.

He stopped caring about the debt.

"I told the child no, but he still insisted on giving it to him."

"You've seen it all, I can't deny it."

"Here's what we'll do, brother, you take this money back to Qin Ze."

Zhao Keqin quickly refused.

"Since Qin Ze has given it to you, you should accept it."

"What I want to talk about are other outstanding debts."

"The remaining money..."

Before Zhao Keqin could say anything...

Xie Zhong interrupted directly, saying, "I don't want the rest of the money either. Look at this IOU the child wrote!"

Done.

Xie Zhong tore the IOU to shreds.

"It's only a thousand or so dollars, and that's just rent; it's not like I lent it out."

"I, Lao Xie, don't lack this little bit of money."

"Talk to your child nicely, tell them not to worry about money, and to focus on their studies!"

That's all for now.

Zhao Keqin was somewhat moved.

His orders were to appease all the creditors.

They were asked not to press for repayment or raise interest rates.

But Xie Zhong, the creditor, clearly didn't need any reminders from me.

in this way.

Zhao Keqin could only carry out Nie Du's second order.

He turned to look at Xie Zhong's courtyard.

"Brother, did you build this house yourself? It must be quite old, right?"

Xie Zhong took out a box of white paper and distributed it to Secretary Zhao.

Secretary Zhao declined, saying he didn't smoke.

Xie Zhong then lit the lamp himself: "This house was built when my father was still alive."

"Back then, all the houses in the village were nice, but now they're not."

"Look at those corners and edges, they're all leaking."

Zhao Keqin asked, "Aren't you going to flip it over?"

"Harmful!"

Xie Zhong had the will but not the ability.

"I don't have the money. Renovating would cost over 100,000 yuan."

"I just make a living by collecting rent."

"As you know, my yard isn't in good condition, and I can't charge much rent; it's just enough to make ends meet."

"We also don't have enough money to renovate the house..."

Before Xie Zhong could finish venting his frustrations...

Zhao Keqin pointed out a clear path: "Go to the subdistrict office and say you're applying for a subsidy to rebuild a dilapidated house."

Xie Zhong smiled wryly: "I've inquired about this policy, and I'm not sure if I qualify for the subsidy."

"Furthermore, I heard that the subsidy for dilapidated houses is capped at 18,000 yuan."

"Eighteen thousand yuan is only enough for me to buy a few truckloads of bricks; I still don't have the money to pay for my own share."

Zhao Keqin took a note out of his pocket.

"Take this to the neighborhood committee, and they will approve your renovation."

"Moreover, the subsidy for dilapidated houses is all-inclusive, so you won't have to spend a single penny."

"Just go and apply directly."

Done.

Zhao Keqin stuffed the note into Xie Zhong's arms and then left.

When I came down, Nie Du gave me instructions.

Those who make things difficult for Qin Ze should be severely punished.

Those who help Qin Ze should be supported.

Without a doubt, Xie Zhong belongs to the latter category.

Despite not being well off herself, she still waived Qin Ze's rent.

This allowed Qin Ze to have a place to stay in the city.

With that note.

Let alone Xie Zhong wanting to rebuild the house.

Even if he wanted to apply for another plot of land for homesteading, it wouldn't be a problem.

The aftermath has been handled properly.

Zhao Keqin came to the street and met up with Qin Ze.

At this moment, Qin Ze stared intently at the snack street at the entrance of the village, lost in thought.

"How long have I been gone? There's already a food street in the village?"

Qin Ze clearly remembered.

Although many small vendors live in the village.

But they never set up stalls at the village entrance.

Because the people living here are all poor and don't spend any money.

Furthermore.

The food vendors usually set up their stalls at four or five in the morning and work until midnight.

Who else sells fried chicken collarbones like this, starting at ten in the morning?

"But it's alright."

Qin Ze looked at the car with the fried chicken collarbone and his mouth watered a little.

"I'm a little hungry, Secretary Zhao."

"Are you eating? My treat?"

Secretary Zhao waved his hands repeatedly: "No! I'm not eating anymore, and I suggest you don't eat either."

"Why?" Qin Ze asked, puzzled.

"It's unhygienic," Zhao Keqin said dismissively.

Qin Ze didn't believe it: "Your stall is brand new, looks quite hygienic, and the owner is clean and tidy too."

"Just listen to me!" Secretary Zhao said without waiting for a reply. "Aren't you going back to your hometown to pay back the money? If you're late, you'll be late. Get in the car now!"

Divide it in no time.

Zhao Keqin put Qin Ze into the MPV.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Ze was unaware of the inside story, but Secretary Zhao knew it all.

These stalls are really not good for eating.

Whether it's clean or not is another matter; the main problem is that they don't know how to do it!

Taking advantage of a moment when Qin Ze wasn't paying attention.

Secretary Zhao approached the chicken neck stall and asked in a low voice, "I'm from the provincial government, which unit are you from?"

The stall owner hesitated for half a second before answering, "The war zone."

"hiss……"

Secretary Zhao couldn't help but complain.

"How can you carry out a protection mission like this?"

"All brand new vehicles, they set up their stalls at ten in the morning."

"Tell your boss to make your act a little more convincing."

"Have you ever seen a night market owner who is all short-haired and 1.85 meters tall?"