บท 52: Liu Ziguang's Dump Caravan

Mr. Gao shot himself in the foot with a stone, and had no choice but to vacate the small meeting room facing south for Liu Ziguang's office. The original security office was used as a storage room, and it was not Captain Bai's turn.

Sitting in the spacious and bright office, Liu Ziguang put his legs up on the table and swayed comfortably. He raised his salary by one level, and he could get an extra 200 yuan a month, and another 5,000 yuan was directly transferred to the salary card. This money was just used to buy things for the family. My parents don't have any hobbies at ordinary times. They just watch TV, so why not buy them a big TV.

Just do what you say, Liu Ziguang is now the Minister of Security, if he arranges his work, he will have nothing to do. He happened to go shopping and went out to get his 28th permanent. Minister Liu drove all the way out of the community and went straight to the city center and go. I found a random shopping mall, picked a 52-inch LCD TV, left the address to pay and left. While paying, the phone rang, and I saw a message from Wang Zhijun, saying that the old village head was not very good. OK, please go to the hospital by yourself.

Liu Ziguang immediately went straight to the hospital by bicycle. When he passed by a flower shop, he thought about it and got out of the car to buy a bunch of elegant lilies. He also chose purple wrapping paper to tie it on. Then he 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, here it is for you." Liu Ziguang took off the bouquet and handed it to Fang Fei.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Fang Fei took the flowers and said with a grimace.

"I don't know yet, maybe I'm really bothering you. I heard that my friend was seriously injured. I'll go and have a look first. I'll call you if I need anything." Liu Ziguang said.

"Hmph, you know you won't buy me flowers for nothing. Well, for the sake of this bouquet of lilies, I promise to help you. Hurry up and visit your friend."

Liu Ziguang chuckled, got in the car and left, looking at his receding back, Fang Fei smiled sweetly holding the white and fragrant perfume lily.

A few nurses from the emergency department rushed out to surround Fang Fei, chirping, "What a beautiful flower!"

"Is it from your boyfriend?"

"Xiao Fang, look at you, your mouth is curled into a smile. Last time that handsome guy driving a Mercedes gave you nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. I've never seen you so happy."

"Can it be the same? It depends on who sent it, right? Xiao Fang."

The nurses were talking in a hurry, completely oblivious to the fact that in a window on the administrative building of the hospital in the distance, Dean Fang was looking at it with a smile.

When Liu Ziguang came to the brain surgery ward, Wang Zhijun was waiting at the entrance of the corridor. After seeing him, he didn't say a word, and led him to the observation room. He saw the old village chief lying on the hospital bed, with a ventilator and monitoring. Before waking up, Cui Cui sat on the side with the trace of crying on her face. Obviously, she already knew the news that the real murderer was arrested, and her attitude improved significantly. When she saw Liu Ziguang coming, she got up to say hello, but her voice became hoarse When he spoke, he could only nod his head slightly.

Wang Zhijun said: "I have had a spiral CT scan, but the intracranial hemorrhage is still present. Conservative treatment is useless. Now the only option is a craniotomy, but there is no good doctor at the moment. I heard that Dr. Fang, who has the best skills, has a full schedule."

"Which Doctor Fang?"

"I heard that it's Vice President Fang of the Municipal Hospital, and a professor and doctoral supervisor of the medical school. He is very busy with work and can't spare time." Wang Zhijun was at a loss.

"Oh, it's Dean Fang, you wait, I'll ask someone to talk about it." Liu Ziguang turned and left.

I went back to the emergency room again, only to find that Dean Fang was already here. A group of nurses were obviously not that afraid of the dean, and they were smiling around. The bouquet of lilies had already been placed in the glass vial with a bright 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. You are quite brave, not bad."

Liu Ziguang chuckled, the old man was very kind, so he just talked to him directly.

"Thank you, Dean Fang, for your compliment. I came here to find you through Fang Fei. I have a friend with intracranial hemorrhage who is urgently waiting for surgery. Can you spare some time to help?"

Dean Fang frowned: "Oh, it's the patient from Nantai County. I know about it. The condition is not very complicated. Generally, the attending doctor can perform surgery, but since you have asked, I will help you." I'm busy, I'll ask the head nurse of the brain surgery department to arrange the operation later."

"Then thank you, Dean Fang." Liu Ziguang bowed.

"Don't thank me, just treat my daughter better in the future, and send more flowers. See how happy she is today."

"Dad~~" Fang Fei shook Dean Fang's arm coquettishly.

...

Without further ado, Dean Fang performed surgery on Village Chief Zhu that afternoon. After hearing the good news, Cui Cui finally burst into laughter, and looked at Wang Zhijun more softly.

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 went out, everyone gathered around. The first person to come out was Director Fang. He took off his mask and said, "The operation was a success. After the anesthesia has passed, the patient will wake up."

Cui Cui and Wang Zhijun were overjoyed and thanked repeatedly, but Dean Fang pulled Liu Ziguang aside and gave him a red envelope: " This is what your friend gave me before the operation. I will accept it first to reassure him." , I will return it to you now."

Liu Ziguang hesitated: "This is not good, even if it is my friend, it can't break the style."

Dean Fang sighed sadly: "Even young people like you think so. Although the medical industry is not in the right mood now, you have to believe that there are still people with conscience and medical ethics, and there will be more and more of them." , and eventually became the mainstream, as a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, it would be a shame if he accepted red envelopes from patients."

Liu Ziguang was infected by Dean Fang's integrity, took the red envelope and said, "I understand."

...

Two hours later, after the effect of the anesthesia, the old village chief woke up leisurely. It was almost 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, did the wife run away this time?" Liu Ziguang asked, obviously pointing to something.

Wang Zhijun smiled honestly: "Actually, Cui Cui has never forgotten me. She is twenty-two this year. According to the rules of the country, she is an old girl. She is waiting for me before she gets married. Now it depends on her father."

Liu Ziguang said: "Don't worry, I bet there must be something going on."

Just as she was talking, Cuicui walked out of the ward and said, "Brother, Zhijun, my father has something to tell you."

The two entered the ward and saw that the old village head was covered with gauze. His face was pale and he was still weak, but his sanity had recovered.

"Her elder brother, second child, you sit down. My daughter has already said everything about it just now. I don't blame you for this matter, but the brothers of the Zhu family. Speaking of which, I have to thank you for saving my life."

Wang Zhijun said, "Uncle, you are in good shape, rest more, don't mention that."

The old village chief shook his head: "No, there are some things that must be considered, and we must not delay for a day."

Wang Zhijun was overjoyed, thinking that he was going to mention his marriage with Cuicui, but the old village head continued: "The battlefield in our village was contracted to Zhu's second son in the past, and I don't know how much money it loses every year. Now Zhu's family My brother is in the old prison, and I want to re-contract out, and no one else has the strength, or Zhijun, you can take care of it, and I will talk to the village committee."

The big pie that fell from the sky, the sand field is an infinite treasure. The Dasha River flows through the section of Zhuwangzhuang, which is rich in high-quality river sand. Now the price of river sand in the construction market is rising steadily, and each cubic meter can be sold for one yuan. More than a hundred yuan, what was dug up was not yellow sand, but gold. When the old village chief handed over the sandfield to Zhijun, he was giving away the treasure. The next step would definitely be to marry his daughter, there is no doubt about it.

Wang Zhijun and Liu Ziguang looked at each other, their eyes were shining with golden light.

...

The sand field only produces the most basic products, and a large part of the added value of yellow sand as a building material lies in the transportation cost. If you can have your own fleet, the profit will increase greatly. Thinking of this, Liu Ziguang thought of one thing, Zhang Biao, who broke Wang Zhijun's arm, promised himself to transfer the mud-headed convoy. He immediately dialed Zhang Biao's number, but the number was empty, so he called Bei Xiaoshuai again and asked He dug three feet to dig Zhang Biao out.

Bei Xiaoshuai's efficiency is not a thing of the past, and he found out in half a day. Zhang Biao, a shameless man, ran away without even paying the hospital treatment fee. Now he is hiding in a rented house in Huohua Township, an urban-rural fringe area, plotting to make a comeback Woolen cloth.

In the morning of the next day, Liu Ziguang called a few brothers to get on the car and headed to Huohua Township, and stopped the car in front of a mess of illegal buildings. Bei Xiaoshuai said that Zhang Biao was like a frightened bird, very slippery, and he would immediately come to him when he saw something wrong. Running, so it is not easy to mobilize the past.

Liu Ziguang immediately arranged for his brothers to surround him, and he took Bei Xiaoshuai straight to Zhang Biao's lair.

This is a dirty and messy street, lined with anti-theft net processing factories, video rental stores, sex toy stores, the noise of chainsaws can be heard endlessly, melon rinds and fruit crumbs are thrown on the side of the road, mangy dogs run all over the street, Xiaoshuai Bei is here He stopped in front of a rental house with a red light on it, pointed to it and said in a low voice, "The 13-year-old Zhang Biao is hiding here."

Two lines of words were pasted on the glass door of the rental house: Massage leisure, ten yuan foot bath. There was an image of a woman posing on the door. The pink glass door was closed tightly, probably something dirty was going on inside.

Liu Ziguang was about to go up and 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 came to 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! You're committing prostitution and you're going to be sent to a labor camp, you know that!"

Then came a terrified male voice: "Brother, please forgive me, I will accept the punishment, and I can do as much as I want."

Liu Ziguang and Bei Xiaoshuai looked at each other and smiled, it was a 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 proudly by the bed . Fell to the side, revealing a white flower, a thin middle-aged man kneeling under the bed, his pants hadn't been pulled up completely, tears and snot came out in fright.

Seeing the two plague gods coming in, Zhang Biao was too scared to speak his lines. Liu Ziguang said with a sneer: "Brother Biao, you played very hard, what about the money you owe me?"

Zhang Biao's arrogance immediately languished, and he didn't even have the arrogance of a "public security officer". He said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm raising money right now. Money is really tight recently."

Liu Ziguang said: "I don't care about that. You said that the dump truck was handed over that afternoon. How many days have passed and there is still no movement. Are you kidding me!"

Bei Xiaoshuai stepped forward and kicked the skinny man under the bed on the ass: "It's none of your business, get out."

As if he had received an amnesty, the man ran away with his pants up. Zhang Biao has lingering fears about Liu Ziguang's methods. This place is not like a hospital where there are a lot of people. The urban-rural fringe area is the most chaotic. If he is really going to kill him, find a place to dig a hole and bury him. The police will never know.

Therefore, Zhang Biao knelt down with a plop: "Brother, please forgive me. I really have no money. Look at what I am now."

Liu Ziguang said: "I'm not the one to kill everything, but you have to do what you promised me. Where's my dump truck?"

Zhang Biao gritted his teeth: "Brother, if you really want it, I'll take you there."

...Escorted Zhang Biao to the outside of 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."

_Xiaoshuai Bei jumped up and gave Zhang Biao a big slap in the face: "Fuck! This is also called a convoy, and it's almost scrap metal."