Zhang Deliang knew that there was an underground bomb shelter in the hospital.

Although he hadn't been there, he knew where it was.

He Dashan, the captain of the security team, did not know the secrets in the basement. He only went in during the renovation, but he didn't find the resurrected Chen Po in the wall.

He Dashan knew that Dean Song Jiahao must have some kind of secret in the basement.

However, he was not sure that he would be able to benefit from Song Jiahao.

In such cases, someone is needed to do the work on your behalf. He must be brave and direct to ask questions to Song Jiahao, and he also needs to have the courage to sacrifice to bear the anger from the dean. Because, about the secret, until now it was only unfounded speculation. If the so-called secrecy is false, the person who asks the question will definitely be in trouble.

He Dashan just quietly told Zhang Deliang: Find Dean Song and ask him, can you lend me some money in the underground air-raid shelter of the medical technology building?

Most of the secrets are valuable. There is nothing wrong with this statement.

It's a temptation, a kind of blackmail.

If Song Jiahao's reaction was fast enough, or he flatly denied it, then there would be no next story.

His mind has been messed up.

Vice President Wang Yinjiang came over early in the morning to look for trouble, and it was impossible for Song Jiahao to sit down calmly and think carefully about the problem.

What's more, Zhang Deliang directly broke the biggest secret in his heart.

During this period of time, Song Jiahao has carried too many secrets, and he has seen too many unbelievable things.

Whether it was Chen Po's mutant infection or Qian Guangsheng's death, it made him feel like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown at any time.

When the nerves are highly stressed, any little stimulus can instantly overload the endurance. It's as if the brain is a ball filled with too much gas, and if you prick it with a needle, it will explode immediately.

He stared at Zhang Deliang, who was sitting opposite, and his voice sounded like a roar from the depths of hell: "How much do you know about the things in the basement?" ”

It cannot be said that there is anything wrong with Song Jiahao's questioning method.

He just wants to solve the problem at the lowest cost, according to his own understanding.

But he never thought that in fact, Zhang Deliang didn't know anything.

"Huh! Dean Song, I've already said it. I'm a little short of money, and I want to borrow 500,000 from you. ”

Zhang Deliang didn't understand the meaning of Song Jiahao's words at all.

However, from the changes in the other party's mood and voice before and after, he could see that the words He Dashan taught him did have an effect.

Zhang Deliang is a smart person who knows how to accept when he sees a good thing. Whether there is money in the underground air-raid shelter or not, that is Dean Song's business. As long as he can give me 500,000 yuan, I will honestly shut up, and nothing will happen.

Yes, it must be giving, not borrowing.

Zhang Deliang has already made up his mind, as long as the money is in hand, he will not write down any hellish IOUs.

It is impossible for Song Jiahao to see through Zhang Deliang's thoughts at this moment.

His eyes were cold, and his mind was full of murderous intent.

He had just given Zhang Deliang one last chance.

It is certain that the secrets in the basement are exposed.

If Zhang Deliang is interested and will not continue to blackmail himself with this secret, then even if he loses a little money, it is not a big deal.

Song Jiahao's psychological bottom line for this is 10 million.

However, Zhang Deliang only needed a mere 500,000.

This is the difference between looking at things from different angles.

If Zhang Deliang directly asks for a few million, Song Jiahao will feel that he can use money to gag his mouth. Then, seize the time to transport Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng away as soon as possible, leaving an empty basement, and Zhang Deliang can't do anything about himself.

However, Zhang has no idea what is going on in the basement. According to his logic, 500,000 is a lot of money, enough to have a happy future.

As long as it is only 500,000, it means that there is a second and third time for similar extortion...... Meaning there will be more troubles in the future.

Song Jiahao is not a cruel person by nature after all. He decided to give Zhang Deliang one last chance: "Are you sure, it's really only 500,000?" ”

Zhang didn't know what this meant. He was a little nervous. He Dashan's method is really useful. The dean, who is so much higher than his own status, actually asked himself if 500,000 was enough. This kind of thing was simply unimaginable before.

"Almost."

Zhang Deliang thought about it for a while, and opened his mouth without thinking about it: "I'll use it first, if it's not enough, I'll come to you again." ”

Anyone who gets the benefits will get dizzy.

That's how it is now.

For a few seconds, he did forget that the person sitting across from him was the dean, and instead regarded him as an existence similar to He Dashan.

The last bit of hope was completely shattered from Song Jiahao's heart.

He looked at Zhang Deliang with the eyes of an idiot, nodded, and said lightly: "That's it!" I'll get the money ready, and you come to the office at eleven o'clock in the evening. ”

"At night?"

Zhang Deliang was stunned for a moment, and then nodded again and again in understanding.

Also, so much money, or Dean Song personally lent it to me, I must come over at night when no one is around. There were so many people surrounding below to make trouble during the day, and it was estimated that Dean Song didn't want others to know.

Zhang Deliang no longer had the slightest defense in his heart. He greeted Song Jiahao with a smile and got up to leave.

The door was closed again.

Song Jiahao silently opened the drawer, took out a bottle of Moutai sent by others as a gift, unscrewed the lid vigorously, and without using a cup, he opened his mouth directly, and took a big sip with his neck up.

The fiery liquor ran down his throat, burning his body like fire.

He wanted to be calm.

He also needs stimulation even more.

Song Jiahao usually does not drink. He even hated alcohol very much. It is thought that this kind of thing will destroy its own brain cells, making nerve transmissions slow and unresponsive.

Zhang Deliang's shadow shook in front of him. That person, that face, that nodding and bowing waist, with a flattering and flattering smile, was so disgusting, so hateful.

He even threatened me with the secrets in the basement.

500,000 ...... Do you think I'm a fool?

This time it's half a million, how much do you want next time? Million? Million? Or is it more?

In comparison, it is Liu Tianming's guy who is more worthy of being caught. At least, he genuinely helped me with my research. Of course, the relationship between me and him is also a kind of cooperation.

The pace of research must be accelerated.

Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng must be transported away as soon as possible.

Also, Zhang Deliang must die!

Thinking of this, Song Jiahao's eyes erupted with raging anger, and he cursed Zhang Deliang in the most vicious language in his heart. Grabbing the bottle on the table, he smashed it against the opposite wall.

With a loud popping sound, the syrup splattered, the fragments scattered, and a strong drunkenness quickly filled the air.

……

In the evening, Zhang Deliang came to the hospital early and knocked on the door of the director's office.

"You're early!"

Song Jiahao glanced at him with a smile, lowered his head, and looked at the watch on his wrist, it was ten fifty-four, not even eleven o'clock.

Zhang Deliang laughed dryly a few times and did not speak.

"Alright! Since we are here, let's not waste time. ”

Song Jiahao also wanted to solve the problem earlier. He pushed away his chair and stood up, saying, "Come with me!" ”

Zhang Deliang was a little surprised: "Where to go?" ”

"Aren't you asking for money?"

Song Jiahao asked rhetorically, and at the same time showed a weird smile on his face: "The money is in the basement." If you want, come for it! ”

……

When he walked into the utility room next to the No. 3 medicine storehouse, Zhang Deliang suddenly had a trace of uneasiness.

He felt that this place was not for him, and he felt the urge to turn away.

But thinking about Yang Zixiong's fierce face, thinking about the little finger he cut off by him, Zhang Deliang still flinched.

He stood next to him and watched Dean Song Jiahao take out the key, open the lock on the door, and walk in.

The concrete steps continue to extend into the ground. Both men held flashlights in their hands, and the light flickered with their footsteps, distorting strange shadows on the dark walls. At first glance, it seems that there are countless devils hiding in the darkness, making the basement look hideous and terrifying.

Finally went to the bottom. Song Jiahao came to a heavy security door. Zhang Deliang watched him insert the key into the keyhole, and with the turn of the "click" sound, the door opened.

A faint smell of blood wafted from within.

Song Jiahao pressed the power switch at the door, and the light turned on. Zhang Deliang saw that this was a small room, but there was a workbench inside, and there were various experimental instruments, which made it an indescribable weird atmosphere.

Zhang Deliang wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. He gently touched Song Jiahao's junior with his right hand, and asked timidly, "Dean Song, is that ...... Where's the money? ”

Song Jiahao glanced at him and said with a smile: "You go outside and wait for me, I'll take it out for you." ”

Zhang Deliang nodded ignorantly and withdrew from the room.

Dean Song's actions were normal.

Money, it must be hidden in a confidential place. He told me to avoid it, because he didn't want me to see it.

It's fine, as long as you can get it into my hands.

Zhang Deliang had just walked out of the room with his front foot, and Song Jiahao immediately walked to the edge of the wall as fast as he could. He bent down and quickly pulled out a few loose bricks from the bottom of the wall. When a hole about half a meter wide was revealed below, Song Jiahao quickly stood up, walked quickly to the security door, waved at Zhang Deliang who was standing outside, and said, "Doctor Zhang, come and help me." ”

Zhang Deliang hurriedly came in and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Jiahao pointed to the hole that had just been dug at the bottom of the sandwich wall, and said apologetically: "I put the money there." It may be that when I stuffed it in last time, I used too much force, and now I can't reach it. I twisted my shoulder while playing yesterday and I can't reach out my hand, so you can help me take out the bag that contains money in the hole! ”