Chapter 3 - 1_3
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"What should we do then?"
"Old Huzi's family paid a sum of money to the troupe leader. It's not a small amount."
Cui Guiying immediately patted Zhao Simei's arm and raised her eyebrows: "There's something fishy going on!"
Zhao Simei quickly patted back Cui Guiying's arm and lifted her chin: "Indeed!"
Old Huzi was previously the deputy director of the grain station in town, which was a cushy job. Even though he's retired now, aside from his youngest son who is idle, his other sons all have jobs in the town. In this village, even the village chief's family can't compare to his in terms of prestige.
So, if Old Huzi is willing to pay to settle the matter, there must be a catch!
"So, after giving the money, did the troupe leader leave?"
"He left."
"And the person? They're not looking anymore?"
"What's there to look for? The troupe already took their gear, hopped on a truck, and went off to the next venue."