On the morning of October 10, it was Zhang Yang's turn and he couldn't sit still...... My right leg still hurts, I put on a cast, and because I haven't paid for a long time, the hospital hasn't been to ask for a long time. I don't know if the deputy mayor will give money, Zhang Yang is very entangled, and he can't wait to go to the deputy mayor's house to grab a vote. At noon, he went up and asked Zhang Zhen to push himself in a wheelchair to the nearest trash can to see if there was a black plastic bag.

The morning still makes Zhang Yang feel very long, but time does not depend on human will to adjust its own speed, and the ticking hour hand is still half past eleven. Zhang Yang had run out of money for a long time, so he nibbled on a few bites of the cold steamed buns that Zhang Zhen brought back from the construction site, and let Zhang Zhen push a wheelchair, and the two went straight to the trash can outside the hospital.

Zhang Zhen has gone back to work in the past few days, there is no way, if he doesn't work for a day, his salary will be deducted. Besides, Zhang Yang is not in danger of life, but he only has a fracture, and he can only be raised. If it weren't for the fact that the medical expenses had not been settled, Zhang Yang would have been discharged from the hospital earlier. Zhang Zhen can only take advantage of noon and evening to bring Zhang Yang a few steamed buns to satisfy his hunger these days.

Pushing the wheelchair and slowly walking towards the trash can closest to the hospital, Zhang Yang's heart was very apprehensive, and his heart was beating fast. When he was only about 10 meters away from the trash can, Zhang Yang asked Zhang Zhen to stop and found a place near the lawn to pretend to be cool. Of course, Zhang Yang was actually taking a closer look to see if anyone would put the black plastic bag in the trash.

The sunshine in October is not too poisonous, especially Donghai City, which is a coastal city, but Zhang Yang's head is covered with dense beads of sweat, and he is still unaware of the anxious waiting, but Zhang Zhen next to him can see it very clearly.

"Xiao Yang, are you okay? Why do you sweat so much? Does the leg hurt? Or let's go back! Zhang Zhen said to Zhang Yang with concern.

Zhang Yang looked up at Zhang Zhen at this time, reached out to wipe the sweat on his forehead, looked at the sweat on his palms, Zhang Yang smiled awkwardly: "It's okay uncle, I just think it's quite hot." ”

"Shall we go back then?" Zhang Zhen, who didn't know the truth, looked down at Zhang Yang in the wheelchair.

"It's okay, it's okay, wait a little longer." Zhang Yang was afraid that Zhang Zhen would really push him away, so he hurriedly said. Zhang Zhen saw that Zhang Yang insisted on not leaving, and he stopped talking.

At this time, there is a lot of traffic outside the hospital, and there are often people who walk into the trash can and throw some ice cream wrappers, watermelon rinds and other garbage into it. Zhang Yang is in a good position now, and his vision is also very broad, and he can clearly see the contents of the big green trash can.

The colorful garbage in the trash can is not very full, colorful and black, but it is only a part of a small part of the wrapping paper, that is, there are no black garbage bags. The sweat of the flamboyant sweat was once again uncontrollably dripping down.

Suddenly, a taxi pulled up at the entrance of the hospital, and a middle-aged man with a fat figure wearing big sunglasses got out of the car. The middle-aged man was carrying a large black leather bag. Looking at the back of the middle-aged man, there are some similarities with Li Meng, but Zhang Yang is not sure. Zhang Yang's eyes widened at this moment! Here it comes? Zhang Yang's heartbeat soared at this moment! A stream of blood rushed to his brain, and Zhang Yangzhi felt a golden light in front of him!

Just when Zhang Yang almost shouted excitedly, the middle-aged man walked towards the hospital, spit casually when passing by the trash can, and walked over without stopping, Zhang Yang couldn't help but let out a "huh". The enthusiasm and excitement cooled down as the middle-aged man walked towards the hospital. Empty rejoicing.

Zhang Yang had the urge to rush over and beat the middle-aged man. What kind of people is this? What sunglasses do you have to bring? What kind of black bag? Still spitting? Underwhelmed!

Zhang Yang's anger has not been completely suppressed, at this time there was a black car, very magnificent, Zhang Yang did not understand the signs of the car very well, and then slowly learned that Li Meng drove a Camry, a Japanese domestic car. Although Zhang Yang is a post-80s generation, he still hates RB in his bones, and he has no good impression of Japanese cars. That's all for later.

The Camry drove very slowly, as if the owner was waiting for something. Zhang Yang began to drum again in his heart. Could it be the one who drove the car? When Zhang Yang was still unsure, and his heart was still looking forward to self-denial, Camry stopped. A middle-aged man who was also wearing big sunglasses walked out of the car.

Zhang Yang wondered, why do middle-aged uncles like to wear sunglasses? At this time, the careful Zhang Yang suddenly saw the middle-aged man's right hand in his trouser pocket. The doors were open, and the body was just in front of the trash can. The middle-aged man looked around first, and Zhang Yang instinctively lowered his head, avoiding the middle-aged man's gaze looking around.

Zhang Yang now looks like a typical authentic patient, and his true performance is not the slightest artificial, nor does it attract the attention of middle-aged people. The middle-aged man didn't notice anything unusual, and slowly walked around the front of the car to the right side of the car, that is, next to the trash can. Zhang Yang had already raised his head at this time, and looked at the middle-aged man who had circled to the right side of the car with blazing eyes. However, the Camry body is relatively large, which completely blocks Zhang Yang's vision, which makes Zhang Yang very depressed.

That's more than 10 seconds, but Zhang Yang feels like 1 hour is long. The middle-aged man returned to the left car door the same way, subconsciously looked around again, Zhang Yang didn't care about lowering his head at this time, his eyes were full of questions, this seemed normal to the middle-aged man, and he didn't doubt it, his eyes swept over, he returned to the car, closed the door, and started to drive out.

Zhang Yang watched the black sedan drive out onto the road outside the hospital, quickly blending into the busy traffic of the city. Zhang Yang then instructed Zhang Zhen to push himself to the trash can. What caught your eye was a small black plastic bag. The plastic bag is tightly tied, and you can clearly see that there are rectangular objects inside, and the flamboyant heart directly raises the throat and eyes!

Trying to control his breathing and heartbeat, Zhang Yang reached out and grabbed the black plastic bag, ignoring Zhang Zhen's puzzled gaze and soft inquiry, urging Zhang Zhen to quickly push himself to the ward.

The person who came was Li Meng, who put down the black plastic bag containing 50,000 yuan, and didn't dare to stop and wait to see who would pick it up for fear of being seen by acquaintances, so he drove directly to his home. While driving, he controlled his rapidly accelerating heartbeat, and he didn't dare to look back. I thought to myself, no matter who wrote the letter and who took the money, I don't care, it can be regarded as spending money to buy peace. As long as you don't go to the provincial procuratorate to sue me, I will give another 50,000 yuan.

Zhang Yang's heartbeat has been beating very fast, and he has not been able to calm down when he enters the ward and lies down on the bed. The hand holding the black plastic bag can clearly feel the feel of the paper inside. It seems that Bacheng is money, but now he can be saved, and he has money to pay for medical expenses.

After lying down for a while, Zhang Yang made an excuse to let Zhang Zhen go back to work, and he lay on the bed, covered the quilt, and secretly looked at the things in the plastic bag----- it was really money! There are 5 stacks of thick ones, which is really 50,000! Get rich! There is only this one sentence left in Zhang Yang's mind!