"Ding dong!"
"Ding dong!"
The doorbell rang, and Wang Zhong, who was wearing a bathrobe, walked to the door, looked outside through the peephole, and then opened the door.
"Mr. Zhou, you want a late-night snack." Secretary Wu was carrying a rather large food bag, which contained a lot of skewers and several cold and hot dishes.
"Thank you for asking me to make this trip so late at night. Can we have something together?" Wang Zhong invited.
"If I can't meet Mr. Zhou, I have to rush back, otherwise I may be late for work tomorrow."
"It's okay. I'll give you a day off tomorrow. Have a good rest."
"It's late at night. It's not safe for you to go back alone. There are guest rooms upstairs, so why don't you?"
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, thank you, Mr. Zhou!"
The house was arranged by He Damao. It is a two-story prototype building facing the street. It was bought in the name of Wang Zhong and decorated according to Wang Zhong's opinions. The style is mainly simple and retro.
It was already past eleven o'clock in the night, and it was almost twelve o'clock after having supper. Secretary Wu was not the kind of pretentious person, so he stayed in the guest room of Wang Zhong's house.
Wang Zhong, who had been struggling for three nights in a row, finally spoke out from the bottom of his heart. His whole body felt smooth, and he was just in time to have a late-night snack to celebrate.
Early the next morning, at dawn, Luo Shibin and the woman in the car were discovered in the dark alley. They called the police, called 120, and were rushed to the hospital.
The woman was also very confused. Under the influence of alcohol, she didn't wake up after passing out and slept all night.
Luo Shibin was miserable. He fainted from the pain at first, and then woke up again from the pain. He repeatedly wanted to ask for help, but his mouth was sealed, and he could only moan in a dark alley. Except for the wind all night.
In addition to blood, there was incontinence of urine and feces in the pants, and the smell was terrible.
When Shui Ziliu rushed to the hospital, Luo Shibin had finished the operation. Listening to the doctor talking about Luo Shibin's condition, Shui Ziliu was shocked and at the same time full of doubts.
Outside the ward, Shui Ziliu, who was in a complicated mood, walked to the door, took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mood, suppressed his grief, then opened the door and walked in.
"Binzi."
On the hospital bed, Luo Shibin's arms were wrapped with a thick layer of bandages and plasters. He was afraid that he would be injured if he moved around and pressed them, so he hung them by his body. There were many bruises, redness and swelling on his face. , complete incontinence of urine and feces, I can still urinate with a catheter inserted, but there is nothing I can do about defecation.
"Brother Shui, you're here!" Luo Shibin shouted feebly, his face as pale as paper, without any trace of blood.
Fortunately, Wang Zhong didn't use a sharp weapon yesterday, otherwise Luo Shibin could have been bled to death just by lying in the alley and bleeding all night.
"What's going on? How did it get like this?" Shui Ziliu asked with a frown.
Not to mention the water flowing by itself, even Luo Shibin himself was confused.
"I don't know either. I just came out of the karaoke bar last night, and a fierce guy came out of nowhere. Without saying a word, he knocked me out and took me to a remote alley."
"Did we offend someone recently?" Shui Ziliu frowned, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of who it was.
After coming to the south, the two of them first made a lot of money through smuggling in the first few years, and then built the current wire drawing factory. However, they are not fools. They still understand the principle that a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake. He also lived a low-key life during the New Year, never having any grudges with anyone, let alone offending any local gangsters.
Luo Shibin's face was ugly, and his gloomy eyes flashed with a dangerous light. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let me know who it is."
But his arms were broken, and his whole body was covered with scars. The anger affected the injuries, and he immediately grinned in pain, gasped for air, and even his face was a little distorted.
"Okay, okay!"
Shui Ziliu quickly comforted him: "Don't think so much now. The most important thing right now is to heal your injuries first."
"Yesterday, the snarky Cantonese speaker was probably a local. He also said that I had touched their eldest brother's woman. Brother Shui, please help me check! Find out who it is."
"Woman?" Shui Ziliu subconsciously thought of the woman lying in the next ward being questioned by the police.
As if he knew what Shui Ziliu was thinking, Luo Shibin said harshly: "She is no exception, check everything." But he was too weak, and he didn't have the energy to speak harshly.
Women were like clothes to him, which could be discarded at any time. They were just little girls who had just gotten hold of them, and they were only somewhat pretty. Luo Shibin would have a lot of girls like him slip into his arms automatically just by waving his hand.
"I'm afraid this matter won't be easy to handle!" Shui Ziliu has a more delicate mind, and from the perspective of a bystander, he has some different ideas from Luo Shibin.
Nowadays, Shencheng is a mixed bag of dragons and snakes. There are all kinds of people, including people from all over the country who come to make money, big bosses who come across the sea from Xiangjiang and Wanwan to invest, businessmen from Southeast Asia, and local gangsters.
And the people who do it may not necessarily be the people around the big guys. Now in Shencheng, there are many ruthless people who are willing to sell their lives for tens of thousands of dollars.
"Brother Shui! We have to do it even if it is difficult. Is this suffering I have suffered in vain?" Luo Shibin looked angry. If it were before, when he was down and out, he would have endured this suffering. But now they have a rich fortune, not to mention others. Master, but it still has some face.
The best thing about Jianghu people is their face. Luo Shibin and Shui Ziliu are serious Jianghu people.
Fortunately, he was attacked by someone and ended up like this. If he didn't get his place back, where would Luo Shibin's face be from now on?
"I'll go find someone to inquire later. I'll also keep an eye on the police. You should recover well first. The doctor said that what you need now is to rest and not get too excited."
"Brother Shui, over at the factory, we can only trouble you during this period." Luo Shibin said helplessly. In his current state, even if he had the intention, he would be powerless.
Shui Ziliu could only comfort him with a smile: "You can rest in peace and recover. I'll look after you at the factory first. You need to recover quickly. The factory can't live without you."
Now the soul of the drawing factory is no longer his own, but Luo Shibin, who is now lying on the hospital bed. Although Luo Shibin is not good in character, he is ambitious, capable and courageous. The two of them can have the current scale of the drawing factory. Luo Shibin made great efforts.
Luo Shibin's injuries were not yet clear to him, but Shui Ziliu knew clearly from the doctor that both hands were severely fractured, and both the upper and lower arms were damaged to varying degrees. The doctor also said to what extent Luo Shibin could recover. Not allowed, but just as impossible as before.
It will also be accompanied by a series of complications, which may even cause inflammation in severe cases.
Of course, because it is handled promptly, it will not be life-threatening.
But now that the water is flowing, we can only appease Luo Shibin first.
