Chapter 142 Him? An Old Man? (2/2)

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Unfortunately, Zhang Qiang was out at the military base today, and Wang Ru returned home disappointed. But Li Qiao, that annoying girl, really thought she had come to visit her.

Wang Ru took one step and she followed one step.

"Sister Wang Ru, I've finished writing the report against Lin Han that you asked me to write last time. Do you want to see it?"

When Wang Ru heard that it was about reporting Lin Han, she immediately became interested.

"I want to see it, I want to see it, let me see it."

Li Qiao proudly presented the letter of complaint to Wang Ru.

Wang Ru laughed more and more as she read on. No wonder Li Qiaoren is so foolish; she dares to write anything.

They weren't worried about whether these things were true or not, or whether they would cause trouble for themselves afterward.

It didn't matter, because Wang Ru had entrusted the task of writing the whistleblower letter to Li Qiao in the first place because she herself didn't want to get involved.

If anything happens, Li Qiao will have to bear the consequences alone; it has nothing to do with her.

It would be best if the report were successful, but if it failed, she wouldn't be the one implicated.

"Li Qiao, you wrote it wrong here. You can't write about capitalist style. You have to directly condemn Lin Han as capitalist."

Let the political department investigate her. Even if she is innocent, her man will be implicated during the investigation.

Someone like her, her husband is probably just a lowly company commander, not comparable to Zhang Qiang's father.

Moreover, it cannot be said that she encouraged military spouses to adopt capitalist practices.

Once a large number of people are involved in this matter, it becomes difficult for the military to punish them, as the saying goes, "the law does not punish the masses."

If it were written this way, it would be that Lin Han attempted to infiltrate the military family compound with capitalist ideology and to corrupt the foundation of the masses with capitalist culture.

We need to make the story sound more serious. Anyway, there's solid evidence that she led the pregnant women in the family compound to wear strange clothes, and we're not afraid of an investigation.

The political department can easily find out by asking a few people.

Li Qiao thought Wang Ru's words made sense.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Lin Han should be portrayed as a capitalist. The current policy is cracking down on capitalists, and once Lin Han is labeled a capitalist, his life will be over.

It might not be as simple as just being kicked out of the family compound; they might even be sent to the Northwest.

My God, what are the conditions like in the Northwest? It's all yellow sand everywhere, and every time you open your mouth you're covered in sand. She should be sent to that kind of environment to suffer and learn from her arrogance.

Li Qiao marked the parts Wang Ru mentioned with a pen, and noted any corrections next to them.

I plan to make another copy when I get back tonight, and then secretly send it to the political department's complaint mailbox first thing tomorrow morning before everyone else is awake.

Wang Ru read the whistleblower letter again and finally decided to convict Lin Han of being an enemy agent.

It's a bit too lenient of her to just let the capitalists get away with it.

Capitalists corrupt the people's minds, but enemy agents can shake the very foundation of the revolution.

The nature of the problem is even more serious.

Li Qiao was startled when she heard this.

"Enemy agents? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"

A fierce glint appeared in Wang Ru's eyes.

"Lin Han deserves it. Who told her to provoke me for no reason?"

Li Qiao wrote it down in her notebook, but didn't dare to actually write it in the letter. Enemy agents were to be executed, and she was afraid that Lin Han's ghost would come to settle scores with her after she died.

She only wanted to get rid of Lin Han, she didn't expect her to become a ghost and still haunt her.