There was a long stream of traffic piling up in front of the hospital.

Despite the government's repeated calls for citizens to choose green travel methods such as buses, there are still a large number of patients who choose to drive themselves. Hospital parking spaces simply can't meet the demand, so they can only take the clumsy method of going out and putting another in. Naturally, the owners who were blocked at the gate and could not enter had great opinions, and the hospital could only summon the traffic police to come over, fine the cars that were parked indiscriminately, and then deduct points. For the traffic police, the owners have the fear of natural enemies, but they are unwilling to give up queuing, so they can only sit in the cab and wait helplessly, not daring to leave for a moment.

Humming a little song, with his hands in his trouser pockets, Zhang Deliang walked leisurely past dozens of private cars that could not enter the hospital under the protection of a red light, and walked leisurely past the walkers with a sense of distraction and superiority.

Hey, hey, hey! What's so great about Mercedes?

What about Audi?

Even Rolls-Royce has to queue up honestly. Especially in a place like a hospital, saying that there is no parking space means that there is no parking space. It doesn't matter if you are worth hundreds of millions or high-ranking officials, a security guard who earns thousands of dollars a month can stop you outside.

At this time of the day, Zhang Deliang is in a good mood.

He belonged to the poor people of the city. Mom and Dad didn't leave any property, and after the monthly salary income was removed from food, water and electricity, and other essential expenses, there was not much left. Zhang Hongliang likes cars very much, but he doesn't have the money to buy them. He likes to stand on the side of the street and watch the luxury cars coming and going on the road, and he also has a clear understanding of the prices of various grades of vehicles. But he just doesn't like people who sit in the cab. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, old or young.

I wanted it, but I couldn't get it. So what to do?

Zhang Deliang did not have the courage to be a traitor, and he never had the idea of sneaking around. Fortunately, there is a kind of thing called the public welfare lottery in this world, which is to satisfy those who have countless dreams but are not able to do it.

Theoretically, the odds of two dollars becoming five million do exist. Every once in a while, the newspaper and television will also appear lucky winners who have won hundreds of millions of prizes. Whenever this happens, Zhang Deliang's anger will become very big———— why is it not me who won the lottery? Why does all that money go into other people's pockets?

Zhang Deliang belongs to the kind of person who has a lot of research on lotteries. He had studied probability and knew which way to buy the best chance of winning the lottery. Of course, a theory is still a theory after all, and it is not an ordinary difficulty to turn it into reality. The most basic multiple-entry buying method is at least a dozen yuan, which is several times more than two dollars per bet.

The conclusion of Zhang's study is simple. The best way to win the lottery is to buy a high-stakes multiple-entry ticket.

He was not a theorist, but a practitioner.

A lot of money was smashed, but there was no wave. There are all kinds of money, before and after, Zhang Deliang spent more than 100,000 yuan on the lottery ticket, but he has never won more than 2,000 yuan.

For those who have a persistent goal, difficulties are a kind of grinding. In order to achieve their goals, they will do whatever it takes to achieve them. Zhang Deliang is no exception. When there is no money in the pocket, they borrow money, relatives borrow from friends, and friends borrow from usury when they run out of borrowing. In short, it's for the lottery, it's for winning.

More than ten meters away from the gate of the hospital, three men were standing. The man in the middle looked to be in his forties, tall and thin, in a light gray suit, with a fair face and a jade ring on his left ring finger.

They were in a bit of a remote position, just in the way of a street tree. Zhang Deliang also walked in front of him and found out. If you want to turn around and avoid it, it's too late.

"Huh! Dr. Zhang, morning! The middle-aged man in the suit greeted him with a smile and a very kind tone.

"You, you're ...... early" Zhang Deliang felt a chill down his spine, the smile on his face was very reluctant, and his muscles were stiff.

This man's name is Yang Zixiong, and he specializes in loan sharking. Zhang Hongliang borrowed money from him half a year ago, and the profit has become an extremely terrifying number. It's not that Zhang Deliang doesn't want to pay it back, but he really can't afford to pay it back.

This kind of thing can usually be resolved if you go to court to litigate. It's just that Zhang Deliang has never had such a thought. The reason is simple: those who are familiar with Yang Zixiong know that he has a very terrible nickname———— Yangtze crocodile.

The side of the road is clearly not a place to talk. Two round-shouldered followers held Zhang Deliang hostage on the left and on the right, and took him to a Buick business car parked nearby.

Closing the car door, Yang Zixiong put away his smile and asked bluntly: "When do you plan to pay back the money you owe me?" ”

Zhang Deliang's forehead was sweating like rain. I wanted to struggle, but my hands were firmly stuck and I couldn't move at all.

Fear is fear, and the superficial work still needs to be done enough. Zhang Deliang tried to make his smile look better, and said tremblingly: "Brother Xiong, I'm ...... I'll do it as soon as I can, as soon as I can! ”

Yang Zixiong lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly, the thick smoke sprayed on Zhang Deliang's face, looking at the embarrassed appearance of his bowed head to avoid, Yang Zixiong said sarcastically: "As soon as possible? As soon as possible? ”

For non-smokers, the smell is unpleasant. Zhang Deliang was choked and coughed, gasping for breath, and begged with difficulty: "I, I can only say as soon as possible." Otherwise, I will give you all of next month's salary, Brother Xiong, and it will be regarded as interest...... All right? ”

"Interest?"

Yang Zixiong seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, "hey, hey, hey" sneered: "The salary is given to me, what will you eat next month?" I'm the person who is most afraid of trouble, and I don't like to make trouble and deal with the police and the like. That's it, Brother Xiong, I'll show you the way. ”

Ming Lu?

Zhang Deliang felt his heart beat violently.

The so-called bright road, Yang Zixiong said it once before. That was for him to sell the only house in his name and pay off the debt. But what if I sell my house? Where do I live?

No, absolutely not!

Yang Zixiong saw the fear in Zhang Deliang's heart. He smiled contemptuously and said, "Don't worry, it's not for you to sell the house." ”

Zhang Hongliang stammered and asked, "That'...... What is that? ”

Yang Zixiong took off the cigarette butt in his mouth, approached Zhang Deliang's left hand, and said in a threatening and seductive tone: "I have a friend who wants to get some Du Lengding." You work in a hospital, so it shouldn't be difficult to get this kind of stuff. So be it! As long as you get enough of it, the money you owe me will be written off. ”

Durelentine?

Zhang Deliang instinctively had the idea of refusal in his mind.

What are you kidding, this is a state that clearly stipulates that the use of psychotropic drugs is strictly restricted. In a way, it's the same as drugs.

Looking at Zhang Hongliang, whose face was pale, Yang Zixiong showed an evil and cruel sneer: "Brother Xiong, I hate forcing people to do things the most. Anyway, the conditions are here, accept it or not, you think it out yourself. Either sell the house to pay back, or get a sufficient amount of Dulending for Lao Tzu. ”

As he spoke, Yang Zixiong grabbed Zhang Deliang's left hand and pressed the lit cigarette butt hard.

The big man who controlled Zhang Deliang next to him had already prepared for this, grabbed a dirty rag and stuffed it into his mouth unceremoniously.

Suddenly, in the narrow carriage, a painful scream that was obviously suppressed sounded.

……

In the office of the hospital's security department, He Dashan sat on a chair, slowly drinking the freshly brewed Pu'er tea, and listening to the lanterns of Dian Opera playing on the radio very leisurely.

Every morning is always the busiest time in the hospital. A little power in your hands is good. As the deputy captain of the security team, the captain went home sick again, He Dashan took the power alone, and everything was left to the people below to do, so he could sit in the office and pass the time easily.

Just sit idly like this, and have a fixed salary every month...... Tut-tut! This kind of good thing, finally came to me.

humming along with the "babbling" on the radio, He Dashan felt that it was not enjoyable, and was about to increase the volume a little, but suddenly heard footsteps from the direction of the door behind him.

The sweat on Zhang Deliang's face had dried out, but he looked a little tired. The part of his left hand burned by a cigarette butt had been medicated, wrapped in gauze, and his clothes had been changed into the white coat he wore at work. Walking into the office of the Security Department and seeing that He Dashan was the only one in the room, Zhang Deliang closed the door and walked straight towards him.

Although he was very dissatisfied with being disturbed when he was on the rise, He Dashan still suppressed this unhappiness, squeezed out a smile on his face, and greeted: "Oh! Dr. Zhang! Can I help you? ”

Zhang Deliang had no interest in chatting at all, and directly ignored He Dashan's politeness. He looked around for a moment and made sure that there was nothing that could attract attention, then he pulled over the chair next to him and sat down facing He Dashan.

"I've got something here that I want to show you."

As he spoke, Zhang Deliang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, skillfully opened it, and a familiar picture that Liu Tianming had seen before appeared on the screen.

It was Zhang Deliang secretly filming outside the morgue detention room, the secret intimacy between He Dashan and Chen Po.

The volume was set very low, but it was big enough for two people to hear. The breathing was very heavy, and the man in the picture was very hard, sweating profusely. The woman's breathing was rhythmic, her face flushed, full of excitement and enthusiasm.

He Dashan's eyes widened, and his hands involuntarily clenched into fists. He stared blankly at the screen of his mobile phone, and a sudden anger rose in his heart, and the urge to grab Zhang Deliang's shoulder, pick him up from the chair, and cripple the voyeur on the spot.

Anger is anger, He Dashan is not the kind of madman who loses his mind after all. He raised his head, quickly scanned the window with his two eyes, and after finding that no one was watching outside, he focused his attention on Zhang Deliang opposite. With anger, he lowered his voice and asked, "You, what do you mean by this?" ”