Gan Duochao looked at Lu Ze and said sarcastically: "You'd better take this pack of snacks back to your parents."
Lu Ze didn't take it seriously. He smiled and stretched out his hand to signal, his eyes encouraging.
--please.
He expressed this meaning very clearly.
Director Qian narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, grabbed the hemp rope with one hand and lifted it.
Hey!
There was a sound of cracking silk.
The kraft paper was torn open, and 20 bundles of brand-new banknotes, with the scent of ink, appeared in front of them. The hanging arm was frozen in the air.
This feeling is like throwing dried fish in front of a hungry cat, arousing the appetite that can no longer be hidden in the belly.
Gan Duochao's pupils shrank, and he finally raised his head to look at the young man in front of him, with a smile on his face for the first time.
"Okay! -" A full-throated compliment.
"As expected of a young talent!"
"With this 200,000 deposit and the remaining 800,000 ready, the queue will take about 13 months."
"I'll write you a note and go to the first floor to pay the fee. Let's go."
There was a touch of kindness in Director Gan's words, as if the previous indifference never existed.
"Huh? What's your expression? Why are you still standing still?"
"No, I think Director Qian, you seem to have misunderstood." Lu Ze spread his hands and said with a smile, "This deposit is not paid to the hospital, but to you personally."
"Hiss!~~~"
After Ganduochao took a deep breath, he stood up suddenly with his hands on the table.
"What did you say!?"
The sunlight shines through the window and evenly shines on the desk, reflecting on Lu Ze's slightly childish face, making it look like a god.
In Gan Duochao's eyes, this young man now exudes the alluring luster of the God of Wealth!
"It's just as you thought." Lu Ze gently spread his hands forward, with an elegant and decent smile on his face.
"——2 months!!"
A certain director roared so loudly that the water in the teacup rippled.
"No, I can use my authority up to... 45 days!"
At this moment, Director Qian's eyes looked like those of a man with lofty ideals who risked his life for his beliefs, with iron-clad determination in his eyes.
"But, little brother...by the way, what do you call brother?"
"Lu Ze."
"Brother Lu, this is really my fastest speed."
Lu Ze nodded and said calmly: "Then I wonder if you can guarantee me that the full payment will be delivered in 45 days?"
"Of course, no problem! Let's leave a communication method first, and I will notify you as soon as the goods arrive." Director Qian's words were completely his own, and he specifically whispered: "Brother Lu, please hurry up, after all, this kind of goods Supplies are in short supply at all times.”
"Okay." After the bracelets touched each other, Lu Ze took a step back and said softly, "Then don't bother the director, just stay."
After speaking, Lu Ze turned around and walked away. The young man's neatness was in sharp contrast to the 20 bundles of cash left on the table.
The moment Lu Ze was about to walk out of the office, Director Qian finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked aloud: "Aren't you afraid that I won't admit it?"
The palm that pressed down half of the doorknob paused, Lu Ze's lips curled up, and then he opened the door and walked out.
In the office, only the young man's whisper echoed in his ears.
"You will not."
Calm and natural to the extreme.
The bright smile on Qian Duochao's face quickly disappeared, and he stared at the direction Lu Ze left without blinking for a long time.
From the beginning to the end, the pressure Lu Ze brought to him was...
Huge.
"It's so fucking weird. How dare I be afraid of a high school student? What a joke!"
"Forget it, after all, I have to rely on credibility when doing something to someone."
The wonderful thought that arose accidentally for a moment quickly disappeared from the bottom of his heart. Gan Duochao raised his wrist and dialed a series of numbers on the projection.
A low voice sounded in the office.
"Hello."
"I am Qian Duochao from Shangnan Combat Association Medical Center, number s7745, and I am applying for the use of A-level expert authority..."
…
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When Lu Ze walked out of the hospital, he still looked like the free and unhurried sunshine with his hands in his pockets. He had not changed at all from before he entered the Zhanxie Hospital.
The 200,000 yuan obtained in a life-and-death situation was resold and given away, but it was as unconcerned as a few pieces of waste paper.
In fact, there is nothing to feel bad about. Money is useful only if it is spent on ideas, otherwise it would be nothing but waste paper in your hands.
Raise your wrist, 16:40.
"It's time for A Ming to finish school."
After muttering to himself, Lu Ze walked towards Tingluo District No. 3 Junior High School with a gentle expression.
…
Three kilometers away from the Sangnam War Association Medical Center, the school bell of Dinluo No. 3 Junior High School rang on time at 17:00, and the originally peaceful campus was instantly filled with laughter and laughter.
The dormitory students rushed to the cafeteria with hungry stomachs, while the over-energetic boys rushed to the basketball court, football field, and martial arts academy. The young girls walked together, talking and laughing, inside and outside the campus.
However, don’t be fooled by the appearance seen from a distance.
After all, this is a school in Tingluo District, and it is a school located in the red-brown district.
Therefore, there is no need to be surprised when you see those guys wearing jackets with colorful hair, riding modified heavy machines, and carrying a two-foot machete on their waist.
One second the girl was wearing a school uniform with a pure face. The next second she took off her coat, revealing her tattooed arms and transformed into a little girl. They hugged their boyfriends and looked at each other with disapproval.
This is the red-brown area of Liberty City, which is full of violence and crime. It is more like a jungle than a jungle, cold and predatory.
Among the lively crowd, a thin young man wearing a blue school uniform limped toward the door with a cane. His sleeves and collar were partially starched and turned white. The large school uniform looked a bit funny as his body swayed. Ridiculous, buried in the crowd and inconspicuous.
Even looking from a distance, you can only see that the heavy schoolbag on his back is so conspicuous, like a turtle shell.
The thin boy lowered his head and walked cautiously along the edge, avoiding everyone as much as possible. Over the past two years, he had become accustomed to enduring the ridicule and ridicule of the people around him.
Even when others meet him, in order to avoid causing unnecessary disputes and worrying his family, he will whisper a word of apology.
The thin young man moved forward cautiously, like a fallen leaf in the turbulent water, moving forward hard and strong, so he did not notice the cold and stern look from behind.
"Zhidao, I saw the lame man."
In front of the rockery, a boy with a skull pendant around his neck pointed forward and spoke sarcastically. To his right, there were two people smoking cigarettes unscrupulously. On their faces that should have been full of sunshine and youth, there was only indifference.
"Walk."
The tall boy standing in the middle sneered, threw half a cigarette on the ground and crushed it, picked up his schoolbag with one hand, and cut straight into the crowd.
"Go away."
A tall boy with earrings was suddenly knocked away. Pain came from his waist when he pushed it with his elbow. There was evil in his eyes and he turned around and was about to curse: "Who the hell...Brother Lin?"
The tall boy was stunned, the anger on his face solidified, and he didn't know what to do.
Lin Zhidao, who was already 180 centimeters tall at the age of 15, didn't even look at the tall and lanky boy he pushed away. He just stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the other man's face, giving him a casual blow.
"roll."
The tall boy staggered as he was pushed out in an extremely insulting manner. He was angry but did not dare to say anything. He just bowed and nodded in apology.
Are you kidding? This is the school bully of Class 7, Grade 3, the second son of the Lin Group in Heishui Street, Dinluo District, Lin Zhidao.
Boom.
Boom.
The crutches tapped the ground rhythmically. Lu Ming had already limped out of the school gate and was walking toward the roadside, leaning against the wall.
Suddenly, several voices approaching quickly came to his ears, and Lu Ming subconsciously wanted to turn around and step aside to the side of the road.
However, a foot kicked the crutch under his arm faster.
Snapped!
The armpit flew away in response, and Lu Ming fell heavily to the ground, his palms wiping out a bright red.
"Huh? It's Cripple Lu."
The most fake sound of surprise sounded.
Lu Ming reluctantly turned around and saw three sarcastic faces looking at him.
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