Urban Dad: Signed in for one year and his identity was exposed

Chapter 77 Arrive at the hospital, the professor quarrels

Although the professor was fine, almost all the collections in his home were burned.

As a professor of literature, the most collected items are naturally antique calligraphy and paintings, which are all priceless things.

According to Huo Ze's account, Professor Chang De'an's losses this time are at least hundreds of millions.

At this time, Professor Chang De'an was receiving treatment in the hospital.

It seems that the mood is very low, but it is true when I think about it. I have worked so hard to collect my hard work all my life, and now it is all burned. Anyone would be in a bad mood.

The entrance of Yudu People's Hospital.

After Zhang Xiao parked the car, as soon as he got out of the car, he found that the parking lot was already full of all kinds of high-end cars, and there were energetic drivers chatting together beside him.

When he went upstairs and just got out of the elevator, he saw a lot of people standing in the corridor, and he also felt a few auras with a force value above level five.

The people in the corridor are very formally dressed, and their speech and behavior have fully proved that their identities are not simple.

Zhang Xiao raised his leg and was about to walk over when he was stopped by a man with a force value of level three.

"Idle people, please don't pass through!"

His tone was very cold, as if a giant was thousands of miles away.

The force value reaches level three, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they have the capital of arrogance, because they can easily single out seven or eight ordinary people.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be the bodyguard of some bigwigs.

Zhang Xiao glanced at that person, and said lightly: "I know Professor Chang, Huo Ze called me!"

As soon as he said this, the people in the corridor turned their heads, and their scrutinizing gazes fell on Zhang Xiao one after another.

There was a trace of vigilance on the faces of those people.

That kind of expression is like the gaze cast by fellow examinees during the ancient imperial examinations.

Only later did Zhang Xiao know why these people looked at him like this.

That's because, it was rumored that before his death, Chang De'an found a closed disciple to inherit his mantle.

Although this matter has not been acknowledged by Chang De'an himself, everyone knows it.

When he dies, there will always be someone to inherit his inheritance, so there will be so many people at the door at this time.

However, in their view, as long as anyone who appears in this place today is his competitor to become Professor Chang De'an's closed disciple.

And the reason why these people value the status of Chang De'an's closed disciple so much is not to say that Chang De'an will leave much legacy after his death.

Among this group of people, basically everyone's worth behind him is no less than Chang De'an's inheritance.

What they value most is actually Chang De'an's connections.

"How to prove it?" asked the bodyguard who stopped Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao was a little confused by this question, how can I prove this?

It's like, suddenly someone comes over and asks you, how do you prove that you are human?
Zhang Xiao shook his head, and called Huo Ze directly, "I'm here, but someone at the door won't let me in!"

"I'll come out right away!"

On the other end of the phone, Huo Ze replied immediately.

soon.

Huo Ze walked out of the ward. Along the way, many people inquired about Chang De'an's situation, but he only said a few perfunctory words before coming to Zhang Xiao's side.

"Mr. Zhang, come with me!" Huo Ze said very politely.

With Huo Ze leading, the bodyguard did not stop him.

The two walked towards the ward, and Zhang Xiao was surprised to find that Huo Ze was actually a guy with a force level of five.

It may be because Zhang Xiao has become a martial artist, so compared to someone with a lower martial power value, his realm perception is much sharper.

When the two came to the door of the ward, they thought the man who looked about 50 or [-] years old asked, "Huo Ze, this one?"

"Professor Wangnian's friend, Mr. Zhang Xiaozhang." Huo Ze glanced at the man, as if he really didn't want to talk to him, and said simply.

However, the man was not angry, instead he stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, and said hello: "Mr. Zhang, nice to meet, nice to meet, I'm Hao Jian, I don't know where Mr. Zhang is working?"

Zhang Xiao held back the smile in his heart, stretched out his hand, and said calmly, "Boss Hao, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am waiting for work at home!"

Unemployed at home?

In other words, is a vagrant?
Hearing this answer, those who pricked up their ears all lost interest in Zhang Xiao.

A person who sits and eats at home is not qualified to compete with them for the closed disciples.

If they knew that even if Zhang Xiao was sitting at home practicing every day, his income would be more than that of many people present who worked hard for a year.

Not to mention the interest on his deposits, the dividends from the shares of several companies are the Breakthrough Pills he has refined, and if he sells them, they will be priced sky-high.

"Mr. Zhang, wait a minute, the professor is talking with someone here." Huo Ze entered the ward and took a look, then came back and said to Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao nodded, but didn't care.

The reason why he came to visit was because he drank with Professor Chang before and felt that he could still chat with this old man.

After someone asked about Zhang Xiao's identity just now, everyone lost interest in him, so no one came to strike up a conversation with him or anything.

Zhang Xiao didn't care either. If it wasn't for something serious and the professor was hospitalized, he definitely wouldn't even come.

This is, there was a fierce quarrel in the ward.

"Teacher, you are really old and confused. If you don't steal or rob, why donate everything to the museum?"

"Yes, those are all your life's painstaking efforts!"

Standing at the door, Zhang Xiao and the others subconsciously looked in through the glass frame of the ward.

In the ward.

There were four or five middle-aged men and women standing, arguing fiercely with Professor Chang De'an.

Called from right to left: "Zhao Dongsheng, Zhou Shihong, Qian Fugui, Zheng Guohua."

These four are among Chang De'an's students, they belong to the top class, and they have a high status. Just stomping their feet can cause a lot of shock in the country. They are more or less present in various industries and fields.

And Chang De'an's network of contacts is also based on the weight of these four people, so it is also the most advanced ward for the four of them.

Originally thought it was a warm scene where the God of Cookery was connecting with each other, but who knew, after only ten minutes of entering, there was a sudden quarrel, and what they said seemed to be related to the antiques and antiques that Chang Dean collected.

Zhao Dongsheng, who has short hair and looks about 50 or [-] years old, said: "Teacher, you said that you want us to help you rebuild the house. Speaking of which, even if you don't get any money, we should help you, but you said just now that gentlemen love you." Wealth is obtained in a proper way. Is it a bit too much to say that all of our money comes from wrong sources?
Since you think we are earning black-hearted money, why do you still ask us to help rebuild the old house? "

Chang De'an on the hospital bed, with bandages on his arms and legs, did not look good. He straightened up, with a responsible expression, embarrassment and anger:
"I'm telling you that money can be made, but you can't violate your conscience just to make money."

"Teacher, I don't like to hear your words, what do you mean making money with no conscience?

To put it bluntly, you were a teacher back then. Although your ancestors had a bit of property, it was just those cold tiles.

Can you afford so many antique calligraphy and paintings with just the salary of teaching? "

(End of this chapter)