Zhang Yulin's wife is around forty years old. Although she wears gold and silver, her looks are average, her skin has lost its luster, and the crow's feet around her eyes are heavy. She's the kind of middle-aged woman who doesn't evoke much interest.
"Double regulations?"
Upon hearing Qin Yuejin's words, the woman showed a confused expression.
Qin Yuejin frowned: "You don't know?"
"I don't know." The woman spoke nervously: "He's been under double regulations?"
"Yes."
Qin Yuejin didn't have time to explain further to her, so after a brief chat, he left.
He sat in the car, feeling restless.
In the afternoon, he finally received a call from He Kang, clarifying the specific details of Zhang Yulin's double regulations.
His worries had come true; it was indeed because of that loan company!
Someone had sent a report letter to the City Committee, and it was sent twice.
"Who made the report?"
"You ask me, who do I ask?"
