He Congming came out in a bathrobe, picked up the scented tea made by the maid on the table, took a sip of tea, and slowly put down the tea cup. He walked towards the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at the burly man who came back in a hurry.
: "Has the stuff been delivered?"
The burly man was the one who had forced his way into Jiang's house and taken Jiang Xianrou away. Now he lowered his head and answered him respectfully: "It has been delivered, brother."
"Yeah." He Congming took another sip of tea disapprovingly and responded very casually, obviously not taking the Jiang family seriously.
The sturdy man raised his head again, glanced at him secretly, and continued in a low voice: "The people I sent have been guarding the door of the nursing home. Not long after our things were delivered, the nursing home called an ambulance. It should be Jiang
I couldn't stand the excitement, so something unexpected happened..."
Hearing this, He Congming raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. There was only endless ridicule in his eyes: "Oh, the person is gone?"
"This... I don't know yet." Brother Biao quickly lowered his head, hesitated again, raised his head to look at him, and said in a low voice: "Brother, are we going too far? Jiang Weishang has some connections and status in the capital, so we can directly take action.
He, if..."
He Congming disdainfully dropped the things in his hands on the table, making a clanging sound, interrupting the man's words, and said with great disdain: "What if? What if the Jiang family retaliates? Do you think I'm afraid of their revenge? It's just a mere retaliation.
It’s just a Jiang family, I haven’t taken it seriously yet!”
"This time it's just to teach them a lesson."
"If Jiang Laoyi died accidentally, I can only say that he was unlucky, and I can't blame him. At worst, I will burn three more sticks of incense on his grave on the first day of the Qingming Festival, and I will do my best."
He spoke calmly, and there was only boundless contempt and coldness in his eyes, which showed that he never looked at the Jiang family from the bottom of his heart.
He is not afraid that the Jiang family will settle accounts with him.
The sturdy man actually wanted to say that this matter had nothing to do with Mr. Jiang and Jiang Zongnan. It was a bit too much to implicate the two of them in this way.
But his eldest brother couldn't listen, and he couldn't worry about bad luck, so he could only shut up with worry and said: "Then I'll call back the person who is following me."
"Go ahead."
He Congming was in a good mood and even opened a bottle of wine to celebrate. After he pulled out the cork and poured himself a glass of wine, he seemed to remember something and stopped the person who was about to leave.
"Wait a moment."
The sturdy man turned around and waited for his instructions without knowing what was going on.
He Congming smiled coldly and said, "If Mr. Jiang unfortunately passes away this time, go back and give a red envelope to the Jiang family for me."
The sturdy man moved his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. He nodded and did as he was told.
*
City First Hospital.
The ambulance at the nursing home had just delivered the patient.
On the back foot, Huang Lao and Shen Yugui came.
Qiao Nian went to pick them up outside and briefly told them about Mr. Xia Jiang's physical condition along the way. When the two of them arrived at the emergency room, the doctor from the First City Hospital quickly prepared surgical clothes for them. Before Mr. Huang entered the operating room,
, patted Qiao Nian's shoulder and didn't say much, but everything was left unsaid.
Then he and Shen Yugui hurried into the operating room.
Jiang Zongnan had three ribs broken for no reason, and almost everyone in the Jiang family was in the hospital.
Now Mr. Jiang has had an accident and passed out again. The situation is unknown, and a rare low pressure hangs over everyone's heads.