Liu Ziguang's Mud Truck Team

  Gao Zong moved the stone to hit his own foot, and had no choice but to vacate the small meeting room facing south for Liu Ziguo's office. The original security office was used as a storage room, and it wasn't even White Captain's turn.

  Sitting in a spacious and bright large office, Liu Ziguang put his legs on the table, leisurely swaying back and forth. With a promotion to first-level salary, he could earn an additional 200 yuan per month. Moreover, there was an additional 5,000 yuan directly deposited into his salary card, which was just enough for him to buy some new furniture for his home. His parents didn't have any hobbies, they just liked watching TV, so he might as well buy them a big TV set.

  Talk is cheap, Liu Ziguang is now the Minister of Security, assigning tasks to others and having nothing to do himself. He might as well go out for a stroll, so he got on his 28-inch Forever bike and rode swiftly out of the compound, heading straight for the city center.

  I randomly found a store, picked out a 52-inch LCD TV, left my address and payment, and was about to leave when my phone rang. It was a message from Wang Zhijun saying that the old village chief wasn't doing well and asked me to go to the hospital for a visit.

  Liu Ziguang immediately rode his bike to the hospital, passing by a flower shop on the way. He thought for a moment and got off his bike to buy a simple bouquet of lilies, choosing purple wrapping paper to tie them up with. He then arrived at the Municipal Hospital and first went to the emergency department.

  "Hey, is this for me?" Fang Wei, who was on duty, saw the lily flower on Liu Ziguang's car and excitedly ran out to ask.

  "Yes, it's for you." Liu Ziguang took down the bouquet and handed it to Fang Fei.

  "Go on, what's this about?" Fang Fei said with a mischievous grin as she took the flower.

  "I don't know yet, maybe I'll really trouble you, I heard that my friend was seriously injured, I'll go take a look first, if there's anything I'll give you a call," said Liu Ziguang.

  "Hmph, I knew you wouldn't buy me flowers for nothing. Alright, considering this bouquet of lilies, I'll agree to help you. Hurry up and go see your friend."

  Liu Ziguang smiled and got on the car, as he walked away, Fang Fei held a white fragrant lily, smiling sweetly.

  Several emergency nurses rushed out and surrounded Fang Fei, chattering:

  "What a beautiful flower!"

  "Is it from your boyfriend?"

  "Xiao Fang, look at you, your mouth is curved into a smile. Last time that handsome guy who drove a Benz sent you 999 roses and didn't see you this happy."

  "Does it matter? It depends on who gave it to you, right? Xiaofang."

  The nurses were chattering away, completely unaware that in a window of the hospital administrative building in the distance, Director Fang was smiling and watching them.

  Liu Ziguang arrived at the neurosurgery ward, Wang Zhijun was waiting at the corridor entrance. After seeing him, he didn't say a word and led him to the observation room. There, they saw the old village chief lying on the hospital bed with a respirator and monitor, still unconscious. Cui Cui sat beside him with tear stains on her face, clearly having already learned of the true culprit's capture. Her attitude had obviously improved, and upon seeing Liu Ziguang arrive, she stood up to greet him, but her voice was hoarse and she couldn't speak, only slightly nodding in acknowledgement.

  Wang Zhijun said: "I've had a spiral CT scan, and there's still bleeding in my brain. Conservative treatment won't work anymore, so I have to undergo craniotomy. However, there isn't a good doctor available at the moment, and I heard that Dr. Fang, who is the most skilled, has a fully booked schedule."

  "Which doctor?"

  "I heard that he is the deputy director of the municipal hospital, and also a professor at the medical school, a doctoral supervisor, and is very busy and can't find time to come." Wang Zhijun was at a loss.

  "Oh, it's Director Fang, you all wait, I'll go and have a word with someone." Liu Ziguang turned around and left.

  Back in the emergency room, but found that Director Fang was already here. A group of nurses were not so afraid of this director, surrounding him and laughing, the lily flowers had been placed in a glass medicine bottle, placed in the most conspicuous position in the emergency room.

  Liu Ziguang hadn't spoken yet when Principal Fang spoke up: "You're Liu Ziguang, right? I've heard about what you did. You're a pretty brave young man, not bad."

  Liu Ziguang smiled and said, "This old man is quite kind, I'll just be straightforward with him."

  "Thank you Dean Fang for the compliment. I came here to find you through Fang Fei. A friend of mine is in urgent need of surgery due to cerebral hemorrhage, can you spare some time to help?"

  "Ah, is that the patient from Nantai County? I'm familiar with this case. The condition isn't extremely complicated, and a general surgeon can perform the operation. However, since you mentioned it, I'll lend a hand. I'll arrange for the neurosurgery nurse to schedule the surgery later."

  "Then thank you, Director Fang." Liu Ziguo bowed slightly.

  "Don't thank me, just be good to my daughter in the future and send her more flowers, look how happy she is today."

  "Dad~~" Fang Fei Jiao reproachfully shook Dean Fang's arm.

  ……

  Time waits for no man, so that afternoon, Director Fang performed the surgery on Zhu Village Chief. Upon hearing this good news, Cui Cui finally burst into tears of joy and her gaze towards Wang Zhi Jun became even softer.

  The operation lasted for six hours until 8 pm, when the lights in the operating room went out and everyone gathered around. The first to come out was Director Fang, who took off his mask and said: "The operation was very successful, and after the anesthesia wears off, the patient will wake up."

  Cuicui and Wang Zhijun were overjoyed, thanking him repeatedly. But Fang, the director, pulled Liu Ziguo to one side, took out a red envelope and handed it to him: "This was given to me by your friend before his surgery, I accepted it to put his mind at ease, now I'm returning it to you."

  Liu Ziguang hesitated: "This is not good, even if he's a friend, it can't ruin the business reputation."

  Director Fang sighed sorrowfully: "Even you, a young person, think so too. Although the medical industry is not in good shape now, you have to believe that there are still people with conscience and medical ethics, and they will become more and more, eventually becoming the mainstream. As a doctor who saves lives and treats injuries, accepting red envelopes from patients is a shame."

  Liu Ziguang was infected by Director Fang's righteous aura, took over the red envelope and said: "I understand."

  ……

  Two hours later, after the anesthetic had worn off, the old village chief slowly came to, and it was already approaching 11 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.

  "How about it, this time the daughter-in-law didn't run away, did she?" Liu Ziguang asked, clearly hinting at something.

  Wang Zhijun smiled foolishly: "Actually, Cui has never forgotten me. She's already 22 this year and is considered an old maid in the countryside. She hasn't gotten married yet because she's waiting for me. Now it just depends on her father's attitude."

  Liu Ziguang said: "Don't worry, I bet there will be a show."

  Just then, Cui Cui walked out of the ward and said: "Big brother, Zhijun, my dad wants to talk to you about something."

  The two entered the ward and saw that the old village chief had a bandage on his head, his face was pale and still very weak, but he had regained consciousness.

  "His elder brother, second child, you sit down. My daughter has already told everything just now. This matter is not your fault, but the fault of the Zhu brothers. To say that I still have to thank you for saving my life."

  "Uncle, you're just fine, get plenty of rest and don't mention those things again."

  The old village chief shook his head: "No way, some things must be considered, and can't be delayed for a day."

  Wang Zhijun's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the village chief was going to bring up his and Cui Cui's marriage, but instead the old man continued: "Our village's sand field used to be contracted out to Zhu Lao Er, but it's been losing money every year. Now that the Zhu brothers are in prison, I think we should re-contract it out. Nobody else has the ability to take it on, so why don't you, Zhijun, take charge of it? I'll go talk to the village committee."

  A windfall from the sky! The sandy riverbank is an endless treasure trove. The big sandy river flows through Zhu Wangzhuang, producing high-quality sand. Now, the price of river sand in the construction market is rising day by day, with each cubic meter selling for over 100 yuan. What's being dug up isn't yellow sand, it's gold! By handing over the sandy riverbank to Zhi Jun, Old Village Chief is giving away a treasure. The next step will definitely be marrying off his daughter - there's no need to doubt this at all.

  Wang Zhijun and Liu Ziguo exchanged a glance, both of their eyes shining with golden light.

  ……

  The sandy field only produces primary products, and as a building material, the yellow sand has a large added value in transportation costs. If they had their own fleet, the profit would greatly increase. Thinking of this, Liu Ziguang thought of one thing - Zhang Biao, who broke Wang Zhijun's arm, still hadn't finalized the transfer of his mud truck team. He immediately dialed Zhang Biao's phone number, but it was already an empty number. So he made another call to Bei Xiaoshuai, telling him to dig three feet underground to find Zhang Biao.

  Bei Xiaoshuai's efficiency is not to be underestimated, and it only took half a day to investigate. Zhang Biao, this shameless person, didn't even pay the hospital treatment fee before running away. He is now hiding in a rental house in Huahua Township, a suburb of the city, plotting his comeback.

  The next day, Liu Ziguo called a few brothers to get on the car and rush to Huahua Township. They stopped in front of a messy illegal building, and Bei Xiaoshuai said that Zhang Biao was now like a startled bird, very cunning, and would run away as soon as he saw something wrong, so it's not good to make a big fuss about going over there.

  Liu Ziguang immediately arranged for his brothers to surround and intercept them from all sides, while he himself took Bei Xiaoshuai and rushed straight to Zhang Biao's lair.

  This was a dirty and disordered street, with anti-theft net processing plants, audio-visual rental stores, adult goods specialty stores, the noise of electric saws never-ending, melon rinds and fruit peels scattered on the ground, mangy dogs running all over the streets. Bei Xiaoshuai stopped in front of a rental house with a red lantern hanging from it, pointing upwards in a low voice: "The 13th one that Zhang Biao raised is hiding inside."

  The glass door of the rental house had two lines of words stuck on it: Massage and leisure, ten yuan foot bath. On the lintel hung a picture of a woman posing coquettishly, and the pink glass door was tightly closed, probably because some shady business was going on inside.

  Liu Ziguang was about to go up and knock on the door, but was pulled back by Bei Xiaoshuai: "Brother, Zhang Biao is upstairs."

  The two of them climbed up the low stairs beside them and came to a room on the second floor, just in time to hear the conversation inside.

  "I'm from the police station! Put on your clothes and come with me! You're guilty of prostitution, you'll be sent to a labor camp, do you understand?!"

  Then a panicked male voice: "Big brother, spare me, I admit defeat, whatever punishment is fine."

  Liu Ziguang and Bei Xiaoshuai exchanged a smile, this is playing trampoline.

  With a loud crash, Liu Ziguang burst in and saw Zhang Biao wearing an old-fashioned police uniform without shoulder badges or symbols, standing proudly by the bed. On the dirty sheets, a woman was half-reclining, her camisole deliberately pulled down on one side, revealing a patch of white skin. Under the bed, a thin middle-aged man knelt, his pants not fully pulled up, and he was so scared that tears and snot were streaming down his face.

  Two plague gods came in, and Zhang Biao's lines were so frightened that he couldn't say them out loud. Liu Ziguang sneered and said: "Brother Biao, you're having a great time, how about the money you owe me?"

  Zhang Biao's arrogant demeanor immediately deflated, and he no longer had even half of the "public security personnel" air about him. He spoke in a low and humble tone: "Big brother, I'm currently raising funds, and recently my finances have been really tight."

  Liu Ziguang said: "I don't care about that, you said the handover of the mud truck team would be done on the afternoon of that day, but now so many days have passed and there is still no movement, aren't you fooling me?"

  Bei Xiaoshuai directly kicked the thin man under the bed with one foot: "It's none of your business, get out."

  The man took off like a fugitive, holding up his pants and running away in a cloud of smoke.

  Zhang Biao was still shaken by Liu Ziguang's tactics, this place is not like a hospital where there are many people around, the suburbs are the most chaotic, if you really want to get rid of him, find a place to dig a hole and bury him, the police will never know.

  So Zhang Biao went down on his knees with a thud: "Brother, spare my life, I really don't have any money left, just look at the state I'm in now."

  Liu Ziguang said: "I'm not a ruthless person either, but you promised me something and you have to keep your word. What about my mud truck team?"

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

  ……

  He pushed Zhang Biao to the outside of a nearby remote garage, and Zhang Biao pointed to the two old, rusty, unlicensed trucks parked by the wall and said: "This is my fleet."

  Bei Xiaoshuai jumped up and gave Zhang Biao a big slap: "Damn! This is called a car team, scrap iron is more like it."