"When we learned that our daughter behaved like this, we brought her here to apologize to you and hope you would not call the police."
The girl's father gave Zhang's father the money in his hand.
"How can you do it with such a small amount of money?"
Zhang Xiaowen, who had always been quiet, said coldly.
Zhang Xiaowen's eyes flickered back and forth to the family, and she continued: "You only gave me 10,000 yuan.
My bones were all crooked with the stick.
I can't go to class for the time being, and I'm not in good spirits.
For such a small amount of money, Do you just want to send me away?"
After saying that, the girl's parents were embarrassed.
"How much do you want?"
the girl's mother asked.
"Three hundred thousand, not much."
Zhang Xiaowen said expressionlessly, staring at the girl who had apologized.
The girl's parents were startled and said, "What a lion you are talking about."
Zhang Xiaowen sneered sarcastically, "If three hundred thousand is still too much, then I can call the police now.
Then it won't be as simple as three hundred thousand."
The family of three looked embarrassed.
"Although my family is not short of the three hundred thousand, but for my mental and physical injuries, as well as the harm I may not be able to play the dulcimer in the future, three hundred thousand is really not much, and it is better than your daughter going to jail.
He will be in jail for one year, and he will be in jail for two years.
I am afraid that even if I spend 300,000 yuan on it, I won’t be able to get it out.”
"Zhang Xiaowen, don't push yourself too far."
The girl was angry and stared at Zhang Xiaowen.
"Don't you know if I pushed too far?"
Zhang Xiaowen's tone was filled with sullenness.
"You know whether it's you or not."
The girl turned her head away and said no more.
"As long as I give you 300,000 yuan, you won't pursue the case," the girl's father asked.
"Yes," Zhang Xiaowen said.
"Okay, do you have a bank card?
I will transfer the money in real time in front of you now."
"Okay," Zhang Xiaowen reported a series of bank account numbers, which she knew by heart.
In just a few minutes, the girl's father used mobile banking to transfer 300,000 yuan to Zhang Xiaowen's bank account.
After Zhang Xiaowen received the information that the account had been received, she slowly stood up, "Here you go" and took the 10,000 yuan from Zhang's father's hand to the girl's father.
"I hope you keep your word," the girl's father said.
"Of course."
Zhang Xiaowen looked expressionless, glanced at the girl indifferently, and asked, "You wrote the anonymous letter?"
Zhang Xiaowen had carefully looked at the handwriting on the anonymous letter, and it looked a bit like the handwriting of the girl who came to apologize to her.
The girl said impatiently: "It's me, what?"
"Okay, you can go," Zhang Xiaowen said lightly, just admit it.
Just like that, the family of three left.
Zhang's father and Zhang's mother didn't quite understand and looked at Zhang Xiaowen in confusion.
"Xiaowen, who is that girl?
How could you agree to settle the matter with 300,000 yuan?
It's you who will suffer."
Mother Zhang didn't want to give up so quickly.
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Zhang Xiaowen took a deep breath and said, "She was a classmate of mine at Tisgea College.
She was jealous that I played the dulcimer better than her.
She once specifically picked on me for my competition results."
"It turns out that this is the case.
We have accused the wrong person."
Zhang Xiaowen's eyes flickered back and forth on her parents, "Forget it, I've collected the money, so let's forget it for now.
I'm going to rest first."
Zhang Xiaowen looked weak and her arm still hurt.
I wonder if the bones have been corrected.
She was in her room thinking seriously about being beaten.
Actually, what she wants is not 300,000 This experience made her grow a little and remember a profound lesson. dd1805291: