After Zhang Xuebing finished assigning his tasks, he went to find Zhao Xianming.

They went directly to Zhao Xianming's dormitory in the tube building, and Lao Zhao made a few side dishes, opened a bottle of liquor, and chatted while drinking.

"You said you were going to pay for the venue and expenses of this conference?" Wang Xianming looked at Zhang Xuebing with a little surprise.

In Zhang Xuebing's heart, Zhao Xianming is trustworthy, so he didn't talk nonsense, and directly told him what had happened recently, and his own plans and plates.

The more Zhao Xianming listened, the more solemn his face became, and his brows gradually wrinkled, "Since you have this plan, you have to be more careful......

The two discussed it secretly, and finally perfected some details, and Zhang Xuebing returned to the village with peace of mind.

"Xiaobing, whether this method will work or not, I don't know the bottom of my heart!" Wang Mingjie asked worriedly.

At this time, it was already two days later, Wang Mingjie and Wang Jianqiang came to the dog farm with two former colleagues.

Zhang Xuebing asked them to stay in the dog farm for a while and wait for the opportunity.

After another three days, although they ate well and slept well, the four of them couldn't sit still anymore, and looked for Zhang Xuebing all day long.

At this moment, Zhang Xuebing seemed to have disappeared, and no one could find his whereabouts.

On the morning of the fifth day, when there were still three days before the Young Entrepreneur Selection Conference, four workers were invited to Zhang Xuebing's office.

At this time, Xiong Zhan had already returned and reported the situation of several people to Zhang Xuebing.

Their family backgrounds are very bad, and they all hate the factory director Jiang Xuexue, so the possibility of betrayal is almost zero.

Zhang Xuebing, who has been going out frequently in the past few days, has completely relieved himself and asked them to meet and will act immediately.

His eyes swept over the four people in front of him, and he could feel that these people were honest workers.

They worked hard for half their lives to reach the age of not being confused, just to have food and clothing, but they were swept out of the house, and their faces were full of anxiety and resentment at the moment, but they bowed their heads one by one and said nothing, looking submissive.

Zhang Xuebing was very satisfied with their performance and said in a kind tone.

"Your factory director has cut off your livelihood, and also ruined my business, leaving my hundreds of people without food, this time I plan to bankrupt his family, do you dare?"

The faces that were originally honest and wooden were suddenly ignited by this sentence.

"Why don't you dare, Lao Tzu gave up this life, and let him die without a place to be buried!"

"Let me do anything!"

"What do you say, as long as you can let him die, my life is yours!" Several people said resentfully.

Not bad, Zhang Xuebing nodded slightly, "Don't worry, if you don't want your life, this time I need you to cooperate in a play, after the matter is completed, no matter whether you can get rid of that guy or not, I will be responsible for arranging your future work to ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Xuebing yelled at Xiong Zhan.

Xiong Zhan immediately took a bunch of things and put them on the table.

These things include toothpaste skins, pocket radios, and even a few peeled loose eggs.

After everyone saw it, it was even more inexplicable, can these rags collapse the factory director?

The corners of Zhang Xuebing's mouth showed a deep smile, "Make the best use of things, don't look at them as rags, sometimes they can also play a huge role, come to Lao Xiong to help them equip them, and then you ......"

Xiong Zhan stepped forward, first cut the toothpaste skin into various shapes, pasted it on the waistcoat of Wang Mingjie and another person, and stuffed the radio into Wang Jianqiang's pocket, and finally gave a few loose eggs to the last person, and told him not to eat them.

In the afternoon of the same day, at the gate of Luoning City People's Hospital, a beige seventy or eighty percent new Volga sedan came.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and the door opened to get down four middle-aged men who were plainly dressed and honest.

Several of them were Wang Mingjie and three co-workers.

Xiong Zhan put the car over, looked at the four stupid goose-like guys, and said patiently.

"Don't be too nervous, like you usually come to see a doctor when you are sick, do you remember all the words?"

The four of them nodded again and again and said that they remembered.

Xiong Zhan then divided them into four groups and entered the outpatient building, and asked the last person to enter to eat those Songhua eggs quickly.

Although they were still in the clouds, they still went to registration, outpatient clinics, examinations, and X-rays according to Xiong Zhan's arrangement.

After surviving, the four people each took a medical record and diagnosis book, and returned to the car with a sad face.

Xiong Zhan asked for their medical certificate, which said that there was a high density of shadows and a cavity in the lung burrs......

"Alright, it's not in vain!" He laughed happily, looked up at the appearance of the four people, and suddenly burst into tears.

"How many do I say, as for that?"

Wang Mingjie seemed to have eaten bitter melon, "I really have a terminal illness?" ”

Wang Jianqiang's expression was even more ugly, and he pouted and said, "After the inspection, I asked the doctor to give a few days of leave, he said that you are like this, don't hurry up to prepare for the future, what kind of fake note, ......." The others also looked at Xiong Zhan with tears in their eyes.

Xiong Zhan slapped the steering wheel with a smile, and the fat on his body also trembled.

"Before you came, you said that you didn't want to die, and now you're afraid of becoming like this, are you still a big man?"

Wang Jianqiang stiffened his neck and said, "I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to die of a terminal illness, the doctor said that I will have a month ...... at most."

Another said, "The doctor said I would have a month at most!" ”

Xiong Zhan smiled, "I really don't know when you will die, but you will definitely not die of terminal illness, your diseases are all caused by the boss!" ”

Saying that, Xiong Zhan lifted Wang Mingjie's coat, revealing the toothpaste skin on it.

"The main ingredient of toothpaste skin is lead, and when X-rays are irradiated, it shows dense shadows!"

"And you, the radio in your pocket has been modified to emit pulsed signals, affect X-rays, and have glitches and cavities!"

He pointed to the last person and said, "Songhua eggs are relatively high in lead, you just ate the irradiation X-ray, and the stomach must show density shadows!" ”

"Coupled with the conditions that the boss asked you to mention, the doctor misdiagnosed you as a terminal illness, so rest assured!"

When the four of them heard this, their faces finally looked much better.

Wang Jieming was still worried and asked, "Then we don't have to prepare for the future, right?" ”

Xiong Zhan rolled his eyes, "If you want to prepare, you can prepare, you can use it sooner or later!" ”

Time flies to the day of the Young Entrepreneur Selection Conference.

Early in the morning, at the entrance of the Luoning City Gymnasium, the hanging lights are colorful, the gongs and drums are noisy, and it is as lively as the New Year.

Balloons floated in mid-air, and the words "Warmly Celebrating the Selection Conference of Young Entrepreneurs in Lishan County" hanging down below were conspicuous and eye-catching, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.

The time was close to nine o'clock, and cars and buses drove into the parking lot in an endless stream.

Entrepreneurs in suits and leather shoes, and officials dressed in strict and simple clothes, walked into the stadium one after another.

Zhang Xuebing, wearing an eye-catching moon-white embroidered Tang suit, stood at the gate, and greeted every guest with a smile with Zhao Xianming, the person in charge of the organizing committee.

At this moment, a royal blue Mercedes-Benz 300 came speeding and stopped at the gate, and as soon as the door opened, a middle-aged man in his forties and less than fifty was down.

As soon as this person arrived, it was like a magnet attracting iron sand, which immediately attracted many people to come forward and talk cordially.

Zhao Xianming glanced at Zhang Xuebing at this time, "Hey, that person is here!" ”

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