815: C815 He Was Pretending to be the Second Generation

C815 He Was Pretending to be the Second Generation

After hanging up the phone, Liu Weidong sat in his office smoking a cigarette. From Mayor Wang's earnest words, Liu Weidong knew the seriousness of the matter.

To be honest, Liu Weidong was unwilling to let Zhang Muye go like this. This was a fat piece of meat that was about to bloom, but something like this happened?

However, Liu Weidong also knew that if he allowed the public opinion to ferment, he would really have to step down from the stage. Compared to money, Liu Weidong cared more about his future. With money, without a future, he would lose everything. But as long as he was still in this position, would he be afraid of not getting more?

After thinking for a while, Liu Weidong finally sighed and shook his head. Then he said to the office next door, "Little Yang, come here for a moment."

Jinnan City First People's Hospital.

At this moment, Zhang Loong was lying on the hospital bed, eating the chicken soup prepared for him by his mother, xiu'e, while playing with his phone. On the phone were a few unfamiliar women. Zhang Loong lied to them that he was a rich second generation who had successfully started a business and had a net worth of tens of millions, while his parents were provincial officials. This caused all the women to call him "Hubby" and "Hubby '. It was unknown how sweet they were.

After chatting with these women, Zhang Loong was finally satisfied. He then paid attention to the public opinion.

At present, the public opinion had started to focus on Zhang Loong's past bad deeds. The development of the matter seemed to be disadvantageous to Zhang Loong.

Zhang Loong didn't care at all! His father, Zhang Aidang, was a Ke rank cadre, but as an official, Zhang Aidang had the ability to settle everything.

Thinking of this, Zhang Loong put his phone down and grabbed the bag beside him with his other hand. When he found that it was empty, he said angrily, "What's going on? Where's the apple? I told you yesterday that I want to eat the apple. Has your memory been eaten by dogs?"

The one accompanying them was Zhang Loong's mother, su'e.

At this moment, xiu'e was frowning. Hearing her son's roar, she forced a smile and said, "Lil'Dino, don't be angry. Mom forgot about it. Wait for Mommy... When Mommy returns tomorrow, I'll buy it for you, alright? "

"Your brain has been eaten by a pig? You even forgot what I want to eat? Why didn't you forget it in the past? Quick! Immediately, go and weigh a few catty of apples for me. Otherwise, I'll cripple myself for you to see."

Zhang Loong didn't give up and roared. Xiu'e was forced into a corner by Zhang Loong, and her tears started to flow. "Lil'Dino, can we buy them tomorrow? Actually... Mom doesn't have any money on her."

"No money? What about money? Where's our money? Didn't my father be greedy? He's crying about being poor again, right?"

"He's already treating you," Wang Yao said.

When she spoke of this, xiu'e started to cry. Her family didn't have much savings to begin with, and with Zhang Aidang working in the Weather Bureau, she was able to earn quite a bit of money. However, all these years, Zhang Loong didn't learn well, and even sucked up money. Her family's foundation had been completely ruined, so she went out to borrow money. Who would have thought that no one would be willing to lend money to her?!

Firstly, Zhang Aidang's family's character was really too bad, and they didn't have many friends. Secondly, everyone knew that this family basically didn't lend money back. In addition, Zhang Loong, this stinky hooligan, was bullied by him so badly that he couldn't die earlier. It would be weird if he was willing to lend money to them.

"Treatment?!" Zhang Loong's eyes widened. "I was injured by that bastard Zhang Muye. Didn't he pay for my medical expenses? Our family still uses medical expenses? "

Zhang Loong thought that Zhang Muye would need to pay for it, so he ate well and drank well in the hospital. He needed special care, as well as young and beautiful ones. This was a huge sum of money, and the imported medicine he used could not be reimbursed. He was still thinking about it in his heart. After he recovered from his injuries, he would have to extort eight million from Zhang Muye no matter what. He did not expect that his family would be emptied first.

Xiu'e said helplessly, "Just now, the Bureau of Public Security called and said that we still don't know how this matter will be settled!"

However, soon, xiu'e's expression changed again. She gritted her teeth and said, "No matter what, not only do we want him to pay for his medical expenses, we also want him to pay for his mental injuries, his unpaid work, his health, and the fees for delaying my son's marriage. We want him to pay all of them."

Zhang Loong nodded in agreement. This time, he had been beaten so badly by Zhang Muye. No matter what, he had to skin Zhang Muye alive before he could vent his anger.

At this time, a beautiful female nurse walked in. Zhang Loong quickly said, "Why hasn't my medicine arrived yet? Can't I get an injection?"

The beautiful nurse rolled her eyes at Zhang Loong and said with disgust, "I don't have money on my account. I can't take out the medicine. I'll ask you to pay the fee."

Zhang Loong's name had spread all over the place. He was a gluttonous and lazy hooligan who did whatever he wanted. Ever since Zhang Loong had moved in, people had started to hate him. Patients in the same ward had asked to change rooms. They would rather die than sleep in the same room with this hooligan, even if it meant sleeping in the corridor.

Zhang Loong's expression changed slightly and he said lightly, "Beauty. My father is a department officer, and I am an official. I don't need your money. Speaking of which, young nurse, you are really beautiful. Why don't you be my girlfriend? Let me tell you. My mom prepared a 150-square-meter wedding room for me, a 300,000 to 400,000 car... A few hundred thousand yuan betrothal gift, marry me. You're enjoying yourself very well. "

The beautiful nurse almost laughed out loud. He was indeed shameless. Even the department level cadre of the Weather Bureau pretended to be a rich second generation? She rolled her eyes and said, "Who cares?! The hospital doesn't pay on credit. Please pay the bill and don't delay the treatment."

Zhang Loong was angry. "You dare to speak to officials like this? Be careful, I will ask your director to fire you."

"Whatever." The beautiful nurse did not care. If not for her medical ethics, the hospital director would have kicked this scum out.

At that moment, the door opened again. Seeing Zhang Aidang walk in with a frown on his face, xiu'e quickly asked, "Have you borrowed the money? Lil'Dino doesn't have any medical fees."0

"No." Zhang Aidang said grumpily. In the past, he had always been afraid of his wife. Today was the first time he had gotten angry with his wife, and Xiu'e immediately cried." You useless thing, and you're even a bureau chief. You can't even borrow this little bit of money. You're so old, yet you're living like a pig! You useless thing..."

"Director? Hehe, I won't be the director anymore. Just now, the organization decided that I'm not qualified to be the director. Withdraw. " At this point, Zhang Aidang's eyes suddenly revealed regret and hatred. Actually, all of this was ruined by his wife and children, even though it was the Qingshui City government office. However, as the director of the bureau, Zhang Aidang had also gotten quite a lot of money in the past. In the past few years, there had been at least a few hundred thousand, even if it wasn't a few million, right? However, it had all been ruined by Zhang Loong, this useless beast. He had sucked money and entered a place of entertainment. He had gotten into fights and brawls. He had lost all of them.

Now, the organization had dug up Zhang Loong's old scores. They knew that he had taught such a scum. In addition to the public opinion on the Internet, it would be good if they did not send him to jail.

You still want to be the director? Dream on?

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