plum city

Chapter 34 Get out of here
Fang Yan drove to the entrance of Fatty Hotel and stopped the car.

At this time, it was already around two o'clock in the afternoon. There were no customers in the restaurant, and even the bathroom had been cleaned. The fat man and the proprietress were sitting in the shop, looking outside, waiting for Dialect.

Fang Yan parked the car at the door and walked in. They both stood up. The landlady greeted Fang Yan and asked him to sit down.The fat man walked outside the door, walked around Fang Yan's car, came back, scratched the back of his head, and asked Fang Yan:

"What brand is your car? I've never seen it before. It's made in China? Look how bright the paint is and how high-end the inside is. It doesn't look like a domestic car."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Maybach is made by the same company as Mercedes-Benz."

"Mercedes-Benz, I'll go! Does that cost 80 to [-] yuan?" the fat man asked.

Dialect said: "More than 300 million."

"What? More than 300 million? You are such a big boss, and you come to eat in a small restaurant like ours?" the fat man shouted loudly.

Fang Yan looked at him, smiled, and asked, "Do you regret not killing my pig?"

The fat man chuckled: "I regret it, I regret it, I should kill you."

"I can't kill you." Fang Yan didn't want to be so ostentatious, he said, "I'm just a driver. If I don't eat at your place, where can I eat?"

"Go! Who are you lying to?" The lady boss next to her said, "You are obviously the chairman, why are you the driver? Don't worry, if you have anything else, it will be your own, and we won't be jealous."

Fang Yan forgot that he had given the boss's wife a business card. The name on the card was the chairman. Now that he said he was the driver, it was too pretentious. His face suddenly turned red and he quickly said:
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I just like to eat the food cooked by Fatty. Fatty, I didn't even eat lunch. How about cooking me a bowl of noodles?"

At this point, Fang Yan didn't seem to be in such a hurry anymore, and was ready to eat before talking.

The fat man said fine, "How about 500 yuan a portion?"

Fang Yan laughed: "1000 yuan is fine."

"Get out of here, you." The landlady glared at the fat man, who giggled and went to the kitchen.

The proprietress took out a piece of paper with the ward number of Meicheng Hospital written on it. Fang Yan looked at it and said, this is the old place, right?

"Yes, the old place, here on the edge of East Lake, do you know?"

"I know, I just went there yesterday."

The landlady nodded, and then said to Fang Yan: "The factory director's surname is Zhao. You want to ask about the Meicheng Knitting Factory. If he doesn't know, no one else in Meicheng will know."

"Where is he from?" Fang Yan asked.

"I'm from Meicheng. I used to be transferred from the army. My grandpa went there yesterday and I realized that we knew each other. Before, our names didn't match up. I'm from Meicheng. Isn't that the case? Look at the faces and they all look familiar." I just can’t pronounce the name. Grandpa doesn’t know what you want to ask about, so you’d better ask him yourself.”

Dialect says OK, thank you!

"Is there anything I can thank you for? It's a small thing." said the landlady.

There was the sound of a horse spoon hitting a pot in the kitchen, and the proprietress hurriedly walked in. After a while, she came over with a plate of fried noodles in one hand and a bowl of soup in the other.

Fang Yan stood up, walked to the freezer, took a can of Coke, and raised it to the landlady, who nodded.

Fatty fried Fang Yan with shredded pickled mustard and shredded pork noodles, and also added two poached eggs.The fried noodles look shiny and very delicious.Fang Yan quickly started eating.

The fat man came out of the back kitchen and walked to Fang Yan without stopping. He continued to walk out the door and said, "I must take a good look at this car worth more than 300 million yuan."

Fang Yan picked up the car key and pressed it. The car lights turned on. Fang Yan said to the fat man:

"The door is open, you can go in and have a look."

"I want to take a look too." The landlady was also curious and walked out.After eating the noodles, Fang Yan and Fatty said goodbye to each other and drove to Meicheng Hospital. They drove to the entrance of the hospital and parked the car. When they saw a fruit shop across the road, Fang Yan walked over and bought a fruit basket in his hand. inside.

Walk back, go up the steps at the entrance of the hospital, turn right and walk towards the inpatient department.

Fang Yan found Director Zhao's ward. The ward door was closed. Fang Yan knocked on the door and someone inside shouted:

"Come in."

Fang Yan opened the door and went in. There were three hospital beds inside. In this one by the door, a patient was lying on his side, facing the wall.On the middle bed, the quilt was messed up and no one was there. They probably went outside to the terrace.Next to the innermost hospital bed, there was an old man in his 80s or [-]s with white hair, a pair of reading glasses on his nose, and a copy of "Metropolitan Express" in his hand.

When Fang Yan knocked on the door, he was sitting on the bed, folding the quilt on the pillow, leaning against the quilt and reading the newspaper. When he heard the knock on the door, he shouted "come in", and then looked up from the frame of his reading glasses, Staring at the door.

The door opened, and Fang Yan stood at the door, nodding and bowing to him:
"Excuse me, is Director Zhao in this ward?"

The old man looked at him with a serious smile, snorted in his nostrils, and then said: "My surname is Zhao, but I am no longer the director of the factory."

Fang Yan smiled at him, knowing it was him.Fang Yan walked over, put the fruit basket on the bedside table, and said to him, "Then I'll call you uncle, okay?"

The old man snorted and made no comment.

Fang Yan sat down on the middle bed across the aisle.The ward was not big, with three beds. He didn't sit on other people's beds, and he didn't see any stools.

The old man kept looking at him and said in dialect: "Who am I..."

When he was about to say something, Fang Yan remembered that he had not asked the fat man or the landlady what the young grandpa's name was, so he could only continue speaking vaguely:

"...I call him little grandpa. He was introduced. He came to your place yesterday."

"I know, are you the one who wants to know what happened at the Meicheng Knitting Factory? He told me."

Fang Yan nodded quickly: "Yes, it's me."

The old man asked: "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Hangzhou." Fang Yan said, took out his business card from his pocket and handed it over. The old man looked down at the business card and muttered:

"Isn't your company Fang Guofei's?"

When Fang Yan heard this, he was overjoyed and said quickly: "Yes, yes, you are right, Fang Guofei is my father."

The old man's face suddenly changed color, he stared at Fang Yan and became furious, shouting loudly: "Then what are you doing here? Get out of here!"

Fang Yan was startled and trembled. The patient on the hospital bed who came in from the door was also frightened. He turned around and sat up. The door leading to the terrace was pushed open, and two or three people wearing hospital gowns appeared. Came in.

Fang Yan quickly said: "Uncle, I..."

"Who is your uncle? Get out! I don't want to see you! Get out! Get out!" The old man's face turned red. Fang Yan stood up and looked at him, suddenly at a loss.

Seeing that Fang Yan hadn't left yet, the old man threw the newspaper in his hand towards him and continued to curse loudly:

"Get out! If you hear me, get out of here right away!"

A patient came over quickly, took Fang Yan's hand, pulled him out of the door, and said to him, "Let's go, young man, you go first."

"There are still things, take them away from me!" the old man continued to shout loudly. Another patient carried a fruit basket, and several of them pushed and persuaded Fang Yan out of the ward with a look of astonishment.

The nurse also ran over from the other end of the corridor, asking as she ran: "What are you doing, what are you doing, what is it?!"

(End of this chapter)