Mr. Gao shot himself in the foot. In desperation, he had to free up the small south-facing conference room for Liu Ziguang's office. The original security office was used as a storage room, and Captain Bai was not allowed to take part.
Sitting in the spacious and bright office, Liu Ziguang crossed his legs on the table and swayed comfortably. He raised his salary by one level and received an extra two hundred yuan per month. Another five thousand yuan was directly transferred to his salary card.
This money is just used to buy things for the family. My parents don't have any hobbies except watching TV, so why not buy them a big TV.
Just do it. Liu Ziguang is now the Minister of Security. After arranging his work, he has nothing to do. He just happened to go shopping and went out to his 28th National University. Minister Liu sped out of the community and went straight to the city center.
And go.
I randomly found a shopping mall, picked out a 52-inch LCD TV, left my address, paid, and left. While I was paying, my phone rang. There was a message from Wang Zhijun, saying that the old village chief was not very good, so he asked me to
Go to the hospital.
Liu Ziguang immediately rode straight to the hospital. When passing by a flower shop, he thought about it and got out of the car and bought a bouquet of elegant lilies. He also chose purple wrapping paper to tie it up, and then came to the municipal hospital.
, went to the emergency department first.
"Oh, is this for me?" Fang Fei, who was on duty, saw the lily pinned to the front of Liu Ziguang's car and ran out in surprise and asked.
"Yes, I'll give it to you." Liu Ziguang took off the bouquet and handed it to Fang Fei.
"Tell me, what can you ask me for?" Fang Fei took the flower and said with a grimace.
"I don't know yet. I might really trouble you. I heard that my friend was seriously injured. I'll go check it out first and call you if I need anything." Liu Ziguang said.
"Humph, you know you won't buy me flowers for nothing. Well, for the sake of this bouquet of lilies, I promise to help you. Go see your friend as soon as possible."
Liu Ziguang chuckled, got in the car and left. Looking at his retreating back, Fang Fei held the white and fragrant perfume lily and smiled sweetly.
Several emergency nurses rushed out to surround Fang Fei, chirping:
"What beautiful flowers!"
"Is it a gift from your boyfriend?"
"Xiao Fang, look at you, you are smiling. The handsome guy driving the Mercedes-Benz gave you 999 roses last time. I have never seen you so happy."
"Can it be the same? It depends on who gave it to me, right? Xiao Fang."
The nurses were chattering away, completely unaware of Dean Fang looking at the place with a smile from a window on the administrative floor of the hospital in the distance.
Liu Ziguang came to the brain surgery ward. Wang Zhijun was waiting at the entrance of the corridor. After seeing him, he said nothing and led him to the observation room. He saw the old village chief lying on the hospital bed with a ventilator and monitoring.
She didn't even wake up. Cuicui sat aside with traces of crying on her face. Apparently she had learned about the arrest of the real murderer, and her attitude improved significantly. When she saw Liu Ziguang coming, she stood up to say hello, but her voice was hoarse and she couldn't say anything.
When he spoke, he could only give a slight nod.
Wang Zhijun said: "I have had a spiral CT scan, but intracranial bleeding is still happening. Conservative treatment is no longer possible. The only option now is craniotomy, but there are no good doctors at the moment. I heard that Dr. Fang, the most skilled doctor, has a full work schedule."
"Which Doctor Fang?"
"I heard that he is Vice President Fang of the Municipal Hospital, and he is also a professor and doctoral supervisor of the medical school. He is very busy and can't spare time." Wang Zhijun was at a loss.
"Oh, it's Dean Fang. Just wait, I'll ask someone to talk to you." Liu Ziguang turned around and left.
I returned to the emergency room, only to find that Dean Fang was already here. A group of nurses were obviously not that afraid of the dean. They were standing around and smiling. The bouquet of lilies was already placed in the glass bottle with a smooth mouth.
, placed in the most conspicuous position in the emergency room.
Before Liu Ziguang could speak, Dean Fang spoke first: "Your name is Liu Ziguang. I've heard about your deeds. The young man is quite brave, not bad."
Liu Ziguang chuckled, this old man was quite kind, so he might as well just tell him to forget it.
"Thank you for the compliment, Dean Fang. I came here just to find you through Fang Fei. I have a friend who has intracranial bleeding and is urgently waiting for surgery. Can you spare some time to help?"
Dean Fang raised his eyebrows: "Oh, it's the patient sent from Nantai County. I know this. The condition is not very complicated. Generally, the attending doctor can perform the operation. But since you asked, I will help you."
I'm busy, I'll ask the head nurse of the brain surgery department to arrange the surgery later."
"Then thank you, Dean Fang." Liu Ziguang bowed.
"Don't thank me. Just be nice to my daughter in the future and send her more flowers. Look how happy she is today."
"Dad~~" Fang Fei shook Dean Fang's arm coquettishly.
…
Without further ado, Dean Fang performed the surgery on Village Chief Zhu that afternoon. After learning the good news, Cuicui finally broke down into tears and looked at Wang Zhijun with a softer look.
The operation lasted for six hours and did not end until eight o'clock in the evening. As soon as the lights in the operating room were turned off, everyone gathered around. The first one to come out was Director Fang. He took off his mask and said: "The operation was successful. The patient has recovered after the anesthesia wears off."
will wake up."
Cuicui and Wang Zhijun were overjoyed and thanked them repeatedly, but Dean Fang pulled Liu Ziguang aside and took out a red envelope and gave it to him: "Your friend gave this to me before the operation. In order to reassure him, I took it first."
, give it back to you now.”
Liu Ziguang hesitated: "Isn't this good? Even if you are my friend, you can't ruin the business style."
Dean Fang sighed sadly: "Even young people like you think so. Although the current trend in the medical industry is unhealthy, you have to believe that people with conscience and medical ethics still exist, and there will be more and more
, eventually became mainstream. As a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, it would be a shame to accept red envelopes from patients."
Liu Ziguang was infected by Dean Fang's righteousness, took the red envelope and said, "I understand."
…
Two hours later, after the anesthesia wore off, the old village chief woke up leisurely. It was already close to eleven o'clock at night. In order not to disturb the patient's rest, Liu Ziguang and Wang Zhijun withdrew first and sat in the corridor.
With.
"How is it? My wife didn't run away this time, right?" Liu Ziguang asked, obviously pointing out something.
Wang Zhijun smiled honestly: "Actually, Cuicui has never forgotten me. She is already twenty-two this year. According to the rules in the countryside, she is considered an old girl. She is waiting for me before she gets married. Now it depends on what her father wants."
Liu Ziguang said: "Don't worry, I bet there will be a show."
Just as he was talking, Cuicui walked out of the ward and said, "Brother, Zhijun, my father wants to talk to you about something."
The two entered the ward and saw the old village chief with his head wrapped in gauze. His face was pale and still weak, but his consciousness had recovered.
"Her eldest brother, second child, please sit down. My daughter has already told everything. I don't blame you for this, I blame the Zhu family brothers. Speaking of which, I have to thank you for saving my life."
Wang Zhijun said: "Uncle, you are in good health. Get more rest and forget about those things."
The old village chief shook his head: "No, there are some things that must be considered, and we can't waste a day."
Wang Zhijun was overjoyed, thinking that he was going to mention his marriage to Cuicui, but the old village chief continued: "The battlefield in our village used to be contracted to Zhu Lao'er, and we don't know how much money we lose every year. Now the Zhu family
My brother is in prison. I want to re-contract the contract, but no one else has the strength. Otherwise, Zhijun, you can take up the responsibility, and I will talk to the village committee."
It's a big pie falling from the sky. The battlefield is an endless treasure. The Dasha River flows through the Zhuwangzhuang section and is rich in high-quality river sand. Now the price of river sand in the construction market is rising steadily. Every cubic meter can be sold for one
For more than a hundred yuan, the dug out is not sand, but gold. When the old village chief hands the battlefield to Zhijun, he is giving away the treasure. The next step is to marry his daughter. There is no doubt about this.
Wang Zhijun and Liu Ziguang looked at each other, with a golden light shining in their eyes.
…
The sand field only produces the most basic products, and a large part of the added value of sand as a building material lies in the transportation cost. If you can have your own fleet, the profit will be greatly increased. Thinking of this, Liu Ziguang thought of one thing
, Zhang Biao, who broke Wang Zhijun's arm, had not yet implemented the transfer of the mud-head team that he promised himself. He immediately called Zhang Biao's number, but the number was already empty, so he called Bei Xiaoshuai again.
Even if he was asked to dig three feet into the ground, Zhang Biao would be dug out.
Bei Xiaoshuai's work efficiency is not to be underestimated. It took him half a day to find out that Zhang Biao, a shameless man, ran away without even paying for hospital treatment. He is now hiding in a rented house in Huohua Township at the edge of urban and rural areas, plotting to make a comeback.
Woolen cloth.
The next morning, Liu Ziguang called a few brothers to get in the car and drive to Huahua Township. They stopped in front of a mess of illegal buildings. Bei Xiaoshuai said that Zhang Biao was like a frightened boy now. He was very slippery and would immediately stop when he saw something was wrong.
He wanted to run away, so he didn't want to stir up trouble in the past.
Liu Ziguang immediately arranged for his brothers to surround him, and he led Bei Xiaoshuai straight to Zhang Biao's lair.
This is a dirty and messy street, lined with anti-theft net processing factories, audio and video rental shops, and sex toy stores. The noise of electric saws is endless, melon peels and fruit crumbs are thrown on the roadside, and mangy dogs are running all over the street. Bei Xiaoshuai is here
He stopped in front of a rental house with red lights, pointed at it and whispered: "That 13-year-old Zhang Biao is hiding here."
There are two lines of words posted on the glass door of the rental house: Massage and leisure, foot bath for ten yuan. There is an image of a posing woman hanging above the door. The pink glass door is closed tightly. There is probably something dirty going on inside.
Activities.
Liu Ziguang was about to knock on the door, but was stopped by Bei Xiaoshuai: "Brother, Zhang Biao is upstairs."
The two climbed up the low stairs next to them and arrived at the door of a house on the second floor, where they heard the conversation inside.
"I'm from the police station! Put on your clothes and follow me! Do you know that your crime is to be punished?"
Then came a frightened male voice: "Brother, please spare me. I will accept the punishment. No matter how much the punishment is, I will do it."
Liu Ziguang and Bei Xiaoshuai looked at each other and smiled, they were playing fairy dance.
With a "bang", Liu Ziguang broke into the door and saw Zhang Biao wearing an old-fashioned police uniform without epaulettes and symbols, standing arrogantly beside the bed. There was a woman half-lying on the dirty sheets, with her tank top pulled down deliberately.
It fell aside, revealing a piece of white flowers. Kneeling under the bed was a thin middle-aged man. His pants had not been fully pulled up, and he was so frightened that tears and runny noses came out.
Seeing the two plague gods coming in, Zhang Biao was so frightened that he couldn't even speak his lines. Liu Ziguang said with a smile: "Brother Biao, you played so hard, how do you tell me the money you owe me?"
Zhang Biao's arrogant arrogance immediately withered away, and he still had the arrogance of a "rebellion officer". He said in a low voice: "Brother, aren't I raising money? I'm really short of money recently."
Liu Ziguang said: "I don't care about that. You said you would hand over the mud team that afternoon. How many days have passed now and there is still no movement. Aren't you kidding me?"
Bei Xiaoshuai stepped forward and kicked the thin man under the bed: "It's none of your business, get out."
As if he had been granted amnesty, the man quickly ran away with his pants up.
Zhang Biao was still afraid of Liu Ziguang's methods. This place was not a public place like a hospital. The urban-rural fringe area was the most chaotic. If he really wanted to kill him, he could dig a hole somewhere and bury him. The police would not know at all.
Therefore, Zhang Biao knelt down with a plop: "Brother, please spare me. I really have no money. Look at what I have become now."
Liu Ziguang said: "I am not a person who kills everyone, but you must do what you promised me. Where is my mud truck?"
Zhang Biao gritted his teeth: "Brother, if you really want it, I will take you there."
…
After escorting Zhang Biao to a nearby remote auto repair shop, Zhang Biao pointed to two dilapidated, rusty, unlicensed trucks parked by the wall and said, "This is my fleet."
Bei Xiaoshuai jumped up and gave Zhang Biao a big slap in the face: "**! This is also called a motorcade, it's just scrap metal."