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Chapter 6 Come to my office after class

Looking at the chandelier in the hall, he, a big man, burst into tears without realizing it.

Memorial Nian walked into the hall softly, looking at her father who seemed to have aged ten years overnight, her eyes were red instantly, she walked over and gently stretched out her arms to hug him, and asked with a choked voice: "Dad, how did you become so good? Is that so? How did they die so well?"

Ji Nansheng shook his head: "I don't know either. I personally bought those dishes at the Chengnan Market, and the other customers were fine. Why did something happen to the mother and daughter?"

Memorial: "What did the police say? How did the court decide?"

Ji Nansheng: "The police said that the cause of death was poisoning, because the person was healthy when he entered the store, and he died after eating half of the meal, so their judgment is that there is something wrong with our dishes, and we are fully responsible. The trial by the court It is to support the family of the deceased, asking us to pay compensation according to the demands of the family of the deceased. If we can’t afford the compensation, we can only go to prison. Hey, I’m fine, I’m just a pain for your mother. I wanted to work hard with me for the rest of my life and finally You can live a good life, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen!"

After finishing speaking, Ji Nansheng sighed heavily.

Memorial wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his lips moved, "Dad, how much is our family short of now?"

Ji Nansheng: "If we don't sell this house at a low price, we will at least lose more than 70 yuan! In a week, where can I raise more than 70 yuan!" It hit his heart, making him look haggard again in an instant.

More than 70 million! !
These four words echoed in Memorial Nian's entire brain. She was just a college student who hadn't graduated yet. Where could she raise this money?However, she also can't do it if she wants to watch her parents sell the house and car that they have worked hard all their lives for at a low price!

In order to raise money, she borrowed almost everything that could be borrowed from relatives and friends. What made her sad was that before her family had an accident, all those people generously said how much spare money they had to invest in shares, and what kind of cooperation did they want with her family? No matter what money-making projects, all of them look like they are not short of money. Now that something happened to her family, all of them have an expression of 'I'm poor too' or 'I support you spiritually'.

Hypocrisy, hypocrisy!
Ji Nansheng asked her to go back to school and concentrate on class, saying that he would find a solution by himself.

Memorial knows that the so-called solution is either to sell the house or the car in the end, and the most likely thing is to sell the house.

The house is sold, where does her family live?
If the house is not sold, how can we raise the 70 yuan?

Memorial leaned her forehead against the cold table, stuck her fingers in her hair, her mind was in a mess, what should she do?What can she do?
Suddenly, a piece of chalk flew over and landed directly on the back of her head, causing a bit of pain.

Immediately afterwards, a deep and angry voice came from the front: "Memorial! Sleeping in my class, don't want to get a diploma?!"

Memorial raised his eyes from the table, looked at the strong and tall figure in front of him through sleepy eyes, and slowly shook his head.

No, she wants to graduate, and now she thinks, after graduation, she can go out to find a job, earn money, and share some of the pressure for her father.

Xiang Xin's dark eyes narrowed slightly, "What do you mean by shaking your head? You don't want it anymore?"

I haven't seen her for more than a day, how did she become like this, losing all vitality.

"I want!" Memorial finally made a sound, his voice was hoarse and dry, obviously because he didn't sleep well all night.

A shallow smile floated on the corner of Xiang Xin's lips, "If you want, come to my office after class!"

As soon as the voice fell, the classroom immediately boiled, and even a few boys who were not afraid of death blew hooligan whistles.

(End of this chapter)