Just when the dormitory was filled with a happy atmosphere of joy and amusement again, Zhang Zhengxun hurriedly drove away after receiving a phone call.

After a while, Zhang Zhengxun finally came to his destination after running seven or eight red lights and successfully getting rid of the police.

A private hospital in Seoul.

As soon as he got out of the car, he threw the key to the "madman" who had been waiting for a long time, and said casually: "Help me calm the police behind me." Then, in a hurry, he ran into the hospital.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, the "madman" shook the key in his hand and threw it to the little brother on the side.

There is no need for him to tell him, the younger brother will naturally do it.

"Bump!" With a bang, the door of a ward was pushed open by Zhang Zhengxun, and when he raised his eyes, his face changed, and his cheeks squirmed, and it took a long time before he walked into the ward tremblingly.

Jiang Lao was lying on the only hospital bed, his eyes closed and his expression serene.

His heart almost stopped, Zhang Zhengxun trembled and shook his lips, took a step forward, and the painful cry accumulated in his chest just wanted to blurt out, but he heard the voice of "madman" behind him.

"Why are you standing stupid? Did Jiang Lao sleep? ”

"Uh-" Zhang Zhengxun turned around at dusk and glared angrily at the "madman", "Why do you sue me Jiang Lao ......?"

"Rub! I just said that Jiang Lao had a disease that was about to die, and I didn't say that he couldn't do it now! The "madman" still felt aggrieved, this big night, he was finally about to go to bed, but he suddenly received a call from the company, saying that Jiang Lao had fainted in the singing room, if he hadn't put down a qiē immediately and rushed over, Jiang Lao might have been finished long ago.

However, although he is unhappy, the "madman" can also understand, after all, for Zhang Zhengxun, Jiang Lao is his mentor. He is also the real first teacher!

His significance to Zhang Zhengxun can be imagined!

No wonder Zhang Zhengxun is so excited.

Although he breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Zhengxun's heart did not let go.

Quietly retreating from the door of the ward, Zhang Zhengxun couldn't help but ask, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"I just learned about ......," the "madman" recounted the doctor's words. Zhang Zhengxun's face froze, and then he sighed.

Overwork.

In fact, Jiang Lao's illness is not a big deal. Even this disease is easy to treat, that is, recuperation.

But because this person is Jiang Lao, it has become a big problem!

Jiang Lao has been busy all his life, has worked hard all his life, and when he is old, he is still regaining his job in D.Z.

It can be said that Jiang Lao is full of peach and plum at the same time, because of excessive work and increasing age. With the advent of various geriatric diseases, the body gradually became unbearable, but Jiang Lao never complained, nor did he say rest, although Zhang Zhengxun once told Jiang Lao, but obviously, the old man didn't care at all.

"Junghoon? Is it Jeong-hoon? Jiang Lao's weak voice sounded in the room.

"Teacher!" Jang Jung-hoon hurried in.

"Ahem! I'm old, no! Jiang Lao sat up with Zhang Zhengxun's support.

"Don't say that, you're never old, teacher!" Zhang Zhengxun sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Jiang Lao's hand, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Yes, Jiang Lao is right. Judging from his appearance alone, Jiang Lao, who has gray hair and sideburns, is completely old.

Especially at this time, Jiang Lao's cheeks have begun to appear with an old age spot the size of a fingernail.

You must know that although he is a behind-the-scenes person, Jiang Lao is an old-timer. And how can you not carry out maintenance?

But even so, the age spot still grew uncontrollably.

How can it not hurt Jang Jung-hoon?

"Ahem! Don't comfort me, I also know how my body is, I already had symptoms before, it's me, cough cough, it's my old bones who don't accept old age, and I still want to be strong, and the result is ...... Looks like I need to take a break. ”

"It's fine. Teachers rest more, and the company's position is always reserved for you. I'll ...... when you're well."

"No...... Ahem! Jiang Lao closed his eyes. Leaning on the pillow, he gasped a few times, and said weakly: "I know that my body will not get better for a while, since it is no longer good, it will naturally not occupy a position, have you thought about who will be after I leave?" ”

Jang was silent.

In fact, Zhang Zhengxun was speeding on the way here, but he didn't think about the shortage of music producers in the company after Jiang Lao left this position.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Zhengxun reluctantly found that there was really no suitable candidate.

The level is low, not to mention that Zhang Zhengxun can't afford to lose this person, even if he wants to use it, it is estimated that no one will dare to come in.

After all, this company has a diva in the music world like Lee Hyori!

Without a certain psychological element, I don't dare to appear.

Can be high-grade ......

When it comes to Li Xiaoli, Cheng Dù's diva-level music album producer, how many are there?

But for a while, how did Zhang Zhengxun invite him?

Especially in the early days when Lee Hyo-ri is about to hold his first concert!

To add insult to injury!

Seeing Zhang Zhengxun silent, Jiang Lao smiled, and then said, "I know...... You kid don't have a candidate, so I'm ...... Ahem! I recommend you personally. ”

"Teacher, please speak."

"She'......"

As soon as his expression changed, Zhang Zhengxun's originally respectful face suddenly flashed with a touch of hideousness, his chest rose and fell sharply up and down twice, and he closed his eyes before finally slowly exhaling the breath in his heart.

said in a cold voice: "Teacher, don't say it!" In this life, I will never see her again! She...... She has nothing to do with me! ”

"Why are you so ......" sighed, the only thing Jiang Lao could do was to smile bitterly.

"Say no more! You also know that since ...... After she announced that there was only one disciple, there was no relationship between me and her! ”

"That girl...... Is it really that important? ”

"In this life, the first thing I fell in love with was the little girl in your mouth! But...... In order for me to listen to her! She actually ...... She turned out! I'm sorry! I was thrilled. Suppressing the depression in his heart, Zhang Zhengxun didn't say any more.

"Since you don't want to, go and rest, I'm tired too, teacher." Jiang Lao slowly closed his eyes.

"Take care, teacher! Leave! After saluting respectfully, Jang Jung-hoon left the ward.

Watching Zhang Zhengxun's figure disappear at the door, Jiang Lao's expression couldn't help but darken.

"This kid is too strong."

As Jiang Lao sighed and slowly closed his eyes, the ward fell silent again.

"Hu ......" pulled his tie, although Zhang Zhengxun was in a bad mood, he still asked people to take care of Jiang Lao, and then left in the car of the "madman".

Zhang Zhengxun didn't know what brand the car was, but I have to say that this "crazy" car was really fast enough!

When I think of that face that can never be forgotten, that voice that never grows old, that face that years cannot leave any traces.

His heart tingled even more!

Distraught, Zhang Zhengxun subconsciously began to accelerate.

Fortunately, it was already late at night, and the street lights had already been turned off, otherwise it would be strange to rush at his speed of gradually approaching 200 steps and not causing trouble again!

This private hospital is quiet, and although it is in the Seoul area, it is already a suburb.

And Zhang Zhengxun accelerated for a while, and he didn't know where he had run.

Just as he was about to slow down and find someone to ask, suddenly a deafening sound sounded from behind, and subconsciously, Zhang Zhengxun pulled the car aside.

At this time, more than 40 sports cars of various types drove behind him one after another.

Maybe it's because Zhang Zhengxun drives a good car, and in that convoy, a red sports car gradually stopped next to Zhang Zhengxun's car.

"Hey! Buddy! How about seeing that your car is good? Do you dare to have a thrill? The window of the red sports car rolled down, and a young man chewing gum and dressed as a killer shouted at Mr. Zhang.

"Stimulation? What is the stimulation method? ”

"Do you see that 'Death Ghost Serial' in front of you?"

Jang Jung-hoon looked in the direction of the young man's finger.

Although it was the middle of the night, there was a snake-like curve a few kilometers ahead.

It should be what young people call the "death ghost serial".

"We're going to compete there, if we win......" The hand pulled, in Zhang Zhengxun's surprised gaze, a girl dressed as a little sister combed thick smoky makeup, was pulled into the arms of the young man, laughed and scolded, and was addicted to the young man, and then, the young man continued: "Women and money, what you want? ”

After glancing at the little sister, Zhang Zhengxun knew that this was a girl who was no better than sleeping with a girl.

No, it may not even be as good as a sleeping girl.

After all, people also rely on their bodies to exchange money for their lives, but this little sister can't see the lack of money.

Perhaps, this is the so-called thrill-seeking, right?

Suddenly, Zhang Zhengxun, who had enlightenment, looked at the little sister with a look in his eyes full of pity.

This kind of people, the rich material life has made them lose the enterprising spirit to fight for, and perhaps only this so-called stimulating life can make them feel their own existence.

Poor and pathetic!

However, after all, it has nothing to do with Zhang Zhengxun.

I just wanted to refuse, but suddenly it occurred to me that since I was so depressed just now, why didn't I vent it?

You must know that a person like him who practices martial arts, if there is an obstacle in his heart, his thoughts cannot be reached, and he will vomit blood from internal injuries at least, or he will be delirious at worst.

In that case, then indulge.

"How much money?" Jang Jung-hoon's calm voice rang out.

"Money? 100 million won per bet! You can crush anyone! As long as he wins the game, you know the result! The young man waved his hands wantonly and shouted happily.

"Really? It's good. ”

"Hah! Pull another one! go！ go！ go！ ”

The young man returned to the car with a smile, and as soon as he stepped on the brakes, the car sped out like an arrow off the string. (To be continued)