World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 324 The Lion Lying on the Mountain Top

However, these people obviously received Jin Caitou's order not to do anything.

They just surrounded us, with their hands behind their backs, and they were a few meters away from us, as if they were afraid of making us mad.

We sat on the ground and waited patiently.

Fatty Xiao took out a cigarette, handed me one, and passed it to the bald and severed hand: "Don't be so nervous, have one?"

They ignored Fatty Xiao.

Fatty Xiao knew that they didn't dare to do anything, so he began to brag: "Zhu, you said that when we were in the desert, we faced the [-]th caravan with machetes on horses and chased them. Are there many, or have I overthrown more people?"

Xiaozhu also cooperated, with big eyes shining: "That must be me!"

When Fatty Xiao heard this, he frowned and said, "What are you bragging about?! At that time, I cut off more than 60 ears of the caravan people. This is the proof that I am better than you!"

Xiaozhu couldn't pretend anymore, she looked shy and happy, buried her head in her knees, trying to hold back the emotion of wanting to laugh.

Seeing this, Fatty Xiao raised his hand to touch Xiaozhu: "Hey! Damn girl, I'm talking to you, do you admire me?!"

Xiao Zhutou still buried his knees, and replied in a low voice: "Oh, don't touch me, go talk to brother about this..."

The group of Laoliang gang members were full of surprise.

I can't tell whether their expressions are believing or not.

I thought that if Fatty Xiao didn't come to Jinmen Quanyechang to perform two stand-up comedy shows, I would be sorry for his bad mouth!
Finished a cigarette.

Someone from the hospital rushed out and said to us, "The boss is here to help!"

We got up from the ground, patted the dust off our bodies, and walked into the hospital.

The members of the Laoliang Gang immediately stepped out of the way.

They separated on both sides, as if welcoming distinguished guests.

We entered the hospital, passed through the outpatient building, came to the backyard, passed through the inpatient department, and came to a single three-story western-style building in the backyard.

There was no one else in the whole hospital except the Laoliang gang and a few medical staff.

In front of the three-story small western-style building.

The person who led the way withdrew.

Jin Caitou was at the gate on the first floor, and said coldly: "Come with me!"

He took us up to the second floor.

Between the first floor and the second floor is a "hamburger sandwich door".

The innermost layer is steel, the middle layer is wood, and the outer layer is thick stretch cotton.

This kind of door has top security and sound insulation effects.

It is common in some places where prisoners are held.

The outer layer of cotton can also prevent heavy prisoners from committing suicide by crashing the door.

The chief scoop is worthy of being a god!
The guarded place is so tight.

After going up to the second floor, Jin Caitou stopped, pointed to the front, turned his head and said to me: "The innermost room is the ward of the chief executive, you go there, and the two around you please stay."

Fatty Xiao quit: "What's the matter? We can't accompany Zong Piao to chat about homework?"

Jin Caitou replied sharply: "No!"

When Fatty Xiao heard this, his eyes widened: "Hey, your decibels seem to be very high now..."

I stopped in a cold voice: "Stay!"

When Fatty Xiao heard the words, he stayed where he was and remained silent.

I walked down the corridor.

Walk through a door frame with red dots on the border.

This thing is similar to the entry security gate at the train station. It is probably to test whether I have a weapon on me.

Since then.

Two members of the Laoliang Gang came to search me again.

After confirming that I didn't have any sharp weapons on me, a person led me to the innermost room, pressed the combination lock on the wall, and the door opened.

After entering.

An extremely strong medicinal smell came.

This is a large suite.

On the right is a small room, where a doctor and a nurse are sitting.

go in again.

Lying on a wooden bed was a haggard old man.He had almost no hair, his skin was sticking to his bones, and he had an oxygen mask on his face and tubes in his body.

Besides.

The room was filled with all kinds of antiques.

Celadon copper jars, calligraphy and painting paper inkstones, jade fan coins...

I suddenly remembered.

Yan Wang once told me that decades ago, Mr. Zong Baotou was a member of the antique arena. Later, for unknown reasons, he withdrew from the antique arena and never asked about the antique arena.A few months ago, he called Yan Wang and ordered Yan Wang to make a fake imperial crown hat, which was the first time in the past few decades that the chief executive had been involved in the world of antiques again.

It seems that although the old man withdrew, his love for antiques has not dissipated.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have placed so many antiques in the ward.

There is a doctor next to the old man's hospital bed, giving him an injection.

After the injection.

The doctor turned to me and said, "You can only stay awake for half an hour. If you have something to say, you must hurry up and don't provoke the old man."

I nodded.

at this time.

Zong Piao waved his head and pointed with difficulty to the oxygen mask on his face.

His eyes remained closed.

The doctor was very helpless and had to take an oxygen mask for him first.

Zong Piao raised his head and motioned for the doctor to help him up.

The doctor frowned and said, "Mister, you can't get up."

Hearing the words, Mr. Zong Piao knocked on the wooden bed very resolutely.

The doctor had no choice but to put two balls of soft pillows on the head of the wooden bed, support him, and let him half lean on it.

After the doctor left the room with several medical staff.

Zong Piao turned his head and finally opened his eyes.

I can't feel anything without opening my eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes.

A sentence suddenly flashed in my mind: veterans never die, they just fade away.

The eyes of the chief scooper, although he has been ill for a long time, are like the eyes of a lion lying on the top of a mountain. They are full of vicissitudes and stories, mixed with the unique wisdom and calmness of the old man, and full of swords and swords. The stability and indifference of the heroes of the rivers and lakes.

The general scooped up the aura revealed on his head.

None of the other quacks I've ever met can compare.

This is the closest I've come to being an old manager!
I suppressed the frenzy and excitement deep in my heart, and bowed my head deeply to the president: "The old man is not in good health, but I interrupted him very presumptuously and rudely. I feel extremely guilty, and I hope the old man will forgive me!"

This statement is sincere.

From the bottom of my heart, it was a respect for the elders and an apology for my rudeness.

Zong Piao turned his head and looked at me indifferently for a few times, then spoke slowly, his voice was weak, but his words were clear.

He is using his powerful control ability to try to make the conversation as smooth as possible.

"The honored guest came to the door, but the old man was unable to stand up and return the gift, and hoped for forgiveness."

I replied: "You are welcome, old man!"

Zong Piao raised his head and hands without strength, but stretched out a finger, pointing to the chair next to him: "Please sit down."

I sat down.

Time is tight.

I had to quickly organize my thoughts, organize my words, and ask the old manager's identity.

Just when I was about to speak.

The old man asked suddenly: "Young man, you are an antique dealer?"

I was suddenly amazed.

After coming to Jinmen, I never revealed my identity.

The boss turned his head ten minutes ago and didn't know I was coming, so how did he recognize it?
This question came out of nowhere.

It interrupted my train of thought just now.

I simply followed his topic, and said: "The old man is worthy of being the god of the world, he hit the target, but I don't know how you know?"

(End of this chapter)