There was a long traffic piled up at the entrance of the hospital.

Although the government repeatedly called on citizens to choose green travel methods such as buses, there were still a large number of patients who chose to drive by themselves. The hospital parking space could not meet the needs at all, so they could only use the clumsy method of leaving one car and putting it in. Naturally, the owners who were blocked at the gates had a lot of opinions, and the hospital could only summon traffic police to come over, fined the car stickers and then deducted points. For traffic police, the owners all had a natural fear of the enemy, but they were unwilling to give up queuing, so they could only sit in the cab and wait helplessly, and did not dare to leave for a moment.

Zhang Deliang hummed a small song, put his hands in his pockets, and walked across the sidewalk under the protection of a red light, with the scattered and superiority of a walker, leisurely walking past dozens of private cars that could not enter the hospital.

Hehehehe! What's so great about Mercedes-Benz?

So what can Audi do?

Even Rolls-Royce has to queue up honestly. Especially in places like hospitals, there is no parking space or parking space. No matter whether you have a net worth of billions or a high-ranking official or a nobleman, a security guard who earns a thousand yuan a month can stop you outside.

At this time of every day, Zhang Deliang is in a good mood.

He belongs to the poor people in this city. His parents did not leave any property. After dividing the monthly salary and income from food, water, electricity and other essential expenses, there was little left. Zhang Hongliang likes cars very much, but he has no money to buy cars. He likes to stand on the street and watch the luxury cars coming and going on the road, and has a clear understanding of the prices of vehicles of various grades. But he just doesn't like those who sit in the cab, whether they are men or women, older or young.

I want it but can't get it. What should I do?

Zhang Deliang did not have the courage to commit crimes, nor did he have any thoughts of being sneaky. Fortunately, there is something in this world called charity lottery, which is to satisfy those who have countless dreams but are not able to do it.

Theoretically, the chance of two dollars turning into five million does exist. There are also lucky people who win billions of prizes every other time on newspapers and TV. Whenever this happens, Zhang Deliang will become very angry——Why isn’t the winner me? Why are so much money put in someone else’s pocket?

Zhang Deliang is a person who is very knowledgeable about lottery. He has studied probability science and knows which buying method has the greatest chance of winning. Of course, theory is still theory after all, and it is not ordinary difficulty to become reality. The most basic method of buying a duplex is at least ten yuan, which is more than two yuan per single-to-one.

Zhang Deliang's research conclusion is very simple. If you want to win the prize, the best way is to buy high-value duplex lottery tickets.

He is not a theorist, but a practitioner.

A lot of money was spent, but no waves appeared. There were so many things, Zhang Deliang spent more than 100,000 yuan on the lottery, but he never won a prize of more than 2,000 yuan.

For those who have persistent goals, difficulties are a kind of training. In order to achieve their goals, they will do whatever they want. Zhang Deliang is no exception. He borrows money when he has no money in his pocket, borrows friends when his relatives have borrowed it, and borrows usury when his friends have borrowed it. In short, it is for the lottery and to win the prize.

More than ten meters away from the hospital gate were three men standing. The man in the middle looked in his forties, tall and thin, with a light gray suit very decent, with a white and clean face, and a jade ring on his left ring finger.

Their location was a bit off, and a street tree happened to be blocked by it. Zhang Deliang also walked in front of him and found out that it was too late to turn around to avoid it.

"Haha! Doctor Zhang, it's so early!" The middle-aged man in a suit greeted him with a smile, and his tone was very kind.

"You, you're too..." Zhang Deliang felt a chill in his spine, the smile on his face was very forced, and his muscles were stiff.

The man's name is Yang Zixiong, who specializes in loan sharks. Zhang Hongliang borrowed money from him half a year ago, and the profits have become an extremely terrible number. It's not that Zhang Deliang doesn't want to pay it back, but that he really can't pay it back.

If you go to court to sue, it can usually be resolved. But Zhang Deliang has never had such an idea. The reason is very simple: anyone familiar with Yang Zixiong knows that he has a very terrible nickname - the Yangtze Alligator.

It was obviously not a place to talk next to the crowded road. Two round-waisted followers held Zhang Deliang hostage on the left and right, and took him to a Buick business car parked nearby.

Close the car door, Yang Zixiong put away his smile and asked bluntly: "When do you plan to pay back the money you owe me?"

Zhang Deliang's forehead was sweating like rain. He wanted to struggle, but his hands were stuck firmly and could not move at all.

No matter how fear is, you still have to do enough on the surface. Zhang Deliang tried hard to make himself smile better and said tremblingly: "Brother Xiong, I... I will do it as soon as possible!"

Yang Zixiong lit a cigarette and sucked it slowly. The strong smoke sprayed on Zhang Deliang's face. Looking at his embarrassing look of his head lowering his head to avoid it, Yang Zixiong said sarcastically: "As soon? When will it be as soon as possible?"

For those who don't smoke, this smell is really uncomfortable. Zhang Deliang was choked and coughed repeatedly, gasping for breath, begging with difficulty: "I, I can only say it is as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will give you all the salary for next month, just treat it as interest... OK?"

"Interest?"

Yang Zixiong seemed to hear the most funny joke in the world, "Hehehehe" sneered: "I've given all my salary. What are you going to eat next month? I am the most afraid of trouble and don't like to cause trouble to deal with people like the police. Let's do this, Brother Xiong, I'll give you a clear path."

Minglu?

Zhang Deliang felt his heart beating violently.

Yang Zixiong had said the so-called Minglu once before. That was to ask him to sell the only house under his name and then pay off his debts. But, if he sold the house, what should I do? Where can I live?

No, absolutely not!

Yang Zixiong saw Zhang Deliang's fear. He smiled contemptuously and said, "Don't worry, it's not for you to sell the house."

Zhang Hongliang stammered and asked, "Then...what is that?"

Yang Zixiong took off the cigarette butts held in his mouth, approached Zhang Deliang's left hand, and said in a threatening and tempting tone: "I have a friend who wants to get some Du Lengding. You work in the hospital, it should not be difficult to get such things. This way! As long as you get enough amounts and ow me the money you owed me, you will write it off."

Duling?

Zhang Deliang instinctively had the idea of ​​rejection in his mind.

What a joke, this is a mental control drug that is clearly stipulated by the state to strictly restrict the use of. To a certain extent, it is actually equivalent to drugs.

Looking at Zhang Hongliang with a pale face, Yang Zixiong showed an evil and cruel sneer: "Brother Xiong, I hate to force people to do things the most. Anyway, the conditions are here. If you accept it, you should consider whether you accept it or not. Either you should pay back the money by selling the house or get me enough Du Lengding."

As he said that, Yang Zixiong grabbed Zhang Deliang's left hand and pressed the lit cigarette butt hard on it.

The man who controlled Zhang Deliang next to him was prepared for this. He grabbed a dirty rag and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

Suddenly, a cry of pain that was obviously suppressed sounded in the narrow carriage.

...

In the hospital security department office, He Dashan sat on a chair, slowly drinking the Pu'er tea that had just been brewed, and leisurely listening to the Yunnan opera lanterns played on the radio.

Every morning, the hospital is always the most crowded and busiest. It is beneficial to have some power in hand. As the deputy captain of the security team, the captain of the chief went home again when he was sick. He Dashan took over the power alone, and left the things to the people below to do, so he could sit in the office and pass the time easily.

Just sitting idle, with a fixed salary every month... tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk! It was finally my turn to do this kind of good thing.

He followed the "Yiyiyaya" humming on the radio. He Dashan felt unsatisfied and was about to increase the volume, but suddenly he heard footsteps coming from the door behind him.

The sweat on Zhang Deliang's face was already dry, but his expression was a little tired. The place where his left hand was burned by a cigarette butt had been put on medicine, wrapped in gauze, and his clothes were changed into a white coat he wore when he was working. When he walked into the security department office, he saw that He Dashan was the only one in the room. Zhang Deliang closed the door and walked straight towards him.

Although he was very dissatisfied with being disturbed when he was in high spirits, He Dashan still suppressed the unhappiness, squeezed out a smile on his face, and greeted him: "Oh! Doctor Zhang! Is there anything wrong?"

Zhang Deliang had no interest in chatting at all and directly ignored He Dashan's politeness. He looked around and confirmed that there was nothing that could attract attention. Then he pulled over the chair next to him and sat down facing He Dashan.

"I have something here, I want to show you."

As he said that, Zhang Deliang took out his cell phone from his pocket and skillfully turned it on. A familiar picture that Liu Tianming had seen before appeared on the screen.

That was Zhang Deliang's secret intimate behavior of secretly shooting outside the morgue guard room, between He Dashan and Chen Po.

The volume was very low, but it was enough for two people to hear it. The breathing was heavy, and the man in the picture worked very hard, sweating all over his body. The woman's breathing was rhythmic, her face was flushed, full of excitement and enthusiasm.

He Dashan's eyes were wide open, and his hands were clenched into fists. He stared at the screen of his phone blankly, and a sudden burst of anger suddenly emerged from his mind. He immediately felt the urge to grab Zhang Deliang's shoulder, pick it up from the chair, and beat the voyeur to become disabled on the spot.
Chapter completed!