Reborn as a Superpower Girl in the 80s
Chapter 201: Distorting Right and Wrong

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Distorting Right and Wrong

Lu Yichen spoke in a low voice to Luo Qiao, "I saw the Secretary’s daughter hammering a nail into the cow’s rear. This can’t end well."

After glancing at the Women’s Director coming down the slope by a different path, he said to Luo Qiao in a low voice, "You go back to the village first. Let them carry you back, understand?"

Remembering what Lu Yichen had said, Luo Qiao’s face soured as she replied, "Understood. No more talking to them, just call the police."

Lu Yichen said, "Got it."

The Women’s Team leader, having made their way down the path, saw Luo Qiao sitting on the ground, her sleeves and pant legs covered in blood, and hurriedly approached to ask, "Luo Qiao, how do you feel?"

Lu Yichen responded for her, "She looks to have quite a few scrapes and she’s shocked; as for internal injuries, I’m afraid we won’t know until after an examination in the city."

The Women’s Team leader quickly crouched down: "Come on, auntie will carry you back. Let’s get Doctor Gao to check you out right away."

Luo Qiao, somewhat embarrassed, said, "Let me rest a bit. Just help me up there, and push me in a cart, please. The road back to the village is long, and it will be exhausting for you all."

Zhang Qiaoyan hadn’t expected the cow to fall, she too was frightened—after all, it was collective property and if it died, her family would have to compensate.

Suddenly thinking of something, she ran over to Luo Qiao and said, "Why did you run, Luo Qiao? Look what you’ve done—the cow got scared and fell off the cliff. If something happens to it, you’re going to be paying up."

Luo Qiao snorted coldly, "Rest assured, I’ll take full responsibility for this. The police will discern who’s at fault."

When Zhang Qiaoyan heard Luo Qiao mention calling the police, her heart skipped a beat, and she said, "The police are so busy every day, do you think they should be disturbed by every little thing? That’s a waste of resources."

Luo Qiao gave her a mocking look, "Nice acting, quite the psychological quality—that’s why being a high school graduate really is different, huh? You’re basically committing intentional homicide, you think the police won’t care about that?"

Having received the message, the Village Secretary and the Brigade Leader arrived just in time to catch these words. The Brigade Leader asked, "What do you mean ’intentional homicide’?"

The Women’s Team leader recounted the events, including everyone seeing Zhang Qiaoyan hammer something into the cow’s rear, not sure exactly what she was hammering.

Now Zhang Qiaoyan panicked, "Don’t talk nonsense, my dad’s the Secretary."

Luo Qiao burst into laughter, thinking of the later era’s phrase "My dad is Li Gang."

The Brigade Leader told the Women’s Director, "First escort Comrade Luo Qiao back to the village, we can discuss any issues when we get back."

The Women’s Team leader said, "Okay, you guys should quickly go check on that cow. From such a height, I’m afraid..." She left her sentence unfinished, sighing deeply.

Just as the Brigade Leader and others were about to leave, Luo Qiao called out, "Secretary, Brigade Leader, I’m feeling very weak right now. I want to go to the city for a check-up, I’m worried about potential internal injuries. Is that okay?"

The Brigade Leader saw the scrapes on Luo Qiao’s neck and the blood on her sleeves and pant legs, and turned to look at the Secretary since it was his daughter who had caused the trouble.

The Secretary said, "Go ahead, a check-up will give peace of mind."

Luo Qiao asked, "Thank you, Secretary, but who will pay for this examination?"

By now, Luo Qiao no longer wanted to give the Secretary face. His daughter had already tried to kill someone, why should she still be concerned about his prestige?

The Secretary himself wanted to slap his daughter to death at this point, knowing Luo Qiao was likely doing this on purpose. Sure, there were injuries, but there was no need to go to the city for an examination.

But could he say ’no’ now?