Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

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"If I've already spoken with Director Li, how should I contact you?"

Zhu Yongyang paused for a moment, then quickly continued, "How about this, tell me a specific time and place, and I'll see if I can arrange for Director Li to go there directly."

Seeing Old Zhu's decisiveness, the middle-aged man hesitated. He looked at Old Zhu with a flickering gaze, as if trying to see whether what he said was true or false.

"What? I promised you, why are you still hesitating?"

Old Zhu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and smiled with some disdain.

Perhaps it was that disdainful smile that provoked the middle-aged man, for his face instantly turned ashen, and his amiable smile could no longer be faked.

"Three days. I'll give you a maximum of three days. During those three days, I'll be waiting at **** every day from noon to 2 pm."

"Mr. Zhu, you absolutely mustn't disappoint me, otherwise, I'm not sure whose table my things will end up on."

After saying this, he turned and left without waiting for Zhu Yongyang to say anything more.

Watching the middle-aged man's back, a cold glint flashed in Old Zhu's eyes. He stood there watching until the figure turned the corner and disappeared from sight, then he turned his head and glanced to the side.

Soon, several figures emerged from the alley and quickly walked up to Old Zhu.

"Did you get a good look at what that person looked like?"

"I saw it." One of the people who came over was clearly the leader. He nodded in response to Old Zhu's question.

"Fine, I'll wait at home. No matter how late it is, come and let me know after you catch them. Damn it, how dare you threaten me? I'll show you just how many eyes Lord Ma has."

"Yes"

The group didn't linger and left to carry out their orders.

Zhu Yongyang dropped out of junior high school and started working in society to take care of his younger siblings. He has been struggling for more than 20 years and has seen all kinds of monsters and monsters. It is wishful thinking for someone to think they can control him with a little threat.

Yes, he did have something on him that the middle-aged man had, but so what? The leverage was still leverage, and he couldn't deal with it because it was real, but he could deal with the person who knew about it.

Having spent over twenty years navigating the social world, if he didn't have some tricks up his sleeve, he would have been devoured long ago, leaving not even bones behind. There wouldn't be the current Master Zhu of the East City.

Besides, Li Yancheng was his last trump card. Although he had never asked this old classmate for help over the years, as long as this person was around, anyone who wanted to touch him would have to think twice.

If Li Yancheng really gets into trouble, he's sure that someone will come looking for trouble with him before the very next day.

Therefore, if we're talking about who's most willing to defend Li Yancheng, Old Zhu would definitely be in the top ten.

That middle-aged man named Liu Zizhou just now was clearly no good. He was looking for Li Yancheng, and it was definitely not going to be anything good. Zhu Yongyang would never put his old classmate in such an awkward situation.

He believes that he should find a way to deal with the problems he has caused himself, and if all else fails, it's not too late to go back to his old classmates.

When he left home, he first went to find his brothers who lived in the same alley as him, made arrangements for them, and then went out.

From the very beginning, when he didn't know what the other person wanted from him, he never intended to let the middle-aged man go.

He definitely needs to get the people involved first; as for the specifics of how to handle it, he'll decide after he gets the answers he wants.

After smoking another cigarette by the roadside, Zhu Yongyang walked into the alley, intending to wait at home for news from his brothers.

……

Talking two ends.

The brothers who had received orders from Zhu Yongyang rode their bicycles or jogged, chasing after the middle-aged man in the direction he had gone.

The middle-aged man, who had already turned the corner and entered another road, was immersed in a strange emotion and did not notice that three young men in their twenties were following him not far behind, and four other young men of similar age were riding bicycles past him on the road.

When it comes to familiarity with this road, the middle-aged man certainly can't compare to the few young men who grew up here. They even know exactly how many trees are planted along the road and in which year each tree was planted.

Of course, I also know that if you walk another two or three hundred meters, there is a section of road without streetlights.

That was where the young men were about to make their move. It was very close to the warehouse of the former street office cardboard box factory that Zhu Yongyang had rented; they could get there by simply climbing over the wall.

The cardboard box factory under the subdistrict office had already ceased operations last year, and the factory area had been vacant ever since. Last month, Lao Zhu approached the director of the subdistrict office and rented the abandoned factory area.

He has now begun to gradually transition to running a legitimate small business and needs a place to store goods brought in from other places. This vacant factory area just meets his needs.

However, it's clear that this place will be used for something else tonight.

The middle-aged man was lost in thought as he walked, unaware of the few young people following not far behind him.

Even if he saw it, he wouldn't think much of it. Although there weren't many pedestrians on the road, there were some too. The main reason was that he didn't believe Zhu Yongyang would dare to lay a hand on him.

To put it bluntly, he looked down on Lao Zhu, thinking he was just a shady dealer in the black market, like a rat, someone who couldn't stand the light of day.

This is actually an information blind spot he created because he didn't understand the people who frequented the ghost market.

In places like the Ghost Market, without considerable skill and ruthless methods, one simply cannot gain a foothold, let alone the fact that Zhu Yongyang controls not just one market, but several districts.

Being addressed as "Master" in the streets of Beijing is not a title given lightly or by himself; it is something he earned through his own hard work and dedication over the past twenty years.

However, the middle-aged man had received special training, and he soon realized that something was wrong.

But it was too late. By the time he realized something was wrong and reached into his coat pocket to pull out his weapon, not only did the three men following behind rush up, but the four men who had just ridden past on bicycles also pounced from the front.

It is said that two fists can't beat four hands, let alone seven strong young men who were dealing with him. Before he could even take his hand out of his coat pocket to get a weapon, the young men who pounced on him had already knocked him to the ground.

Just as he was about to shout, "bang!" his nose was hit hard. The blow made his vision go blurry, and snot, tears, and blood all flowed out. The shout that was about to come out of his mouth turned into a weak "uh".

The sting from the first blow to my nose hadn't even worn off yet, and it was still incredibly painful when, "bang," the second blow came right away.

Okay, now he has no worries and can't feel the pain anymore, because he has spectacularly passed out.

"Damn, this old guy has a gun on him."

After the middle-aged man was knocked unconscious by two punches, a young man reached into his clothes.

They all knew this guy was carrying a weapon, but they didn't expect it to be a gun, a pistol at that.

This gave them a sense of relief. If someone had pulled out a gun and fired it, even if they couldn't wipe out all seven of them, it would still have caused heavy casualties. More importantly, once the gun went off, it would definitely alert others. The local police station was just around the corner; if a gunshot went off here, they would hear it there. At that point, would they run or not?
"Alright, stop wasting time. Get him in first. Fifth Brother, go and inform Master Zhu."

The young man who was leading the group of seven spoke up.

"okay"

Without hesitation, the fifth brother, whose name was called, turned around and walked back to where they had been lying in ambush. Soon, he came out again, pushing his bicycle to the side of the road. He then straddled the bicycle, pedaled away quickly.

The remaining six people raised their arms and legs, and two of them took a running start and were already on top of the wall. The group had a clear division of labor, and in less than a minute, there was no one left on this side of the wall.

Just then, two people rode by on bicycles, talking as they rode, completely unaware of what had just happened.

On the other side of the wall, as the sounds of conversation on the road faded into the distance, the group breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been troublesome if someone had seen them; luckily, they had acted quickly.

……

Half an hour later, Zhu Yongyang appeared in the warehouse of the cardboard factory, where the middle-aged man had already regained consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, he realized that he was not only tightly bound, but his mouth was also gagged. Moreover, to prevent any other small items from being hidden in his clothes, his cotton-padded clothes, cotton-padded pants, and even his shoes were stripped off completely, leaving him only in his thermal underwear.

It was below zero, and even inside the house, there was no stove, so the temperature wasn't much higher than outside. The middle-aged man, tied up there and wearing only thermal underwear, was shivering from the cold. He wanted to shout something, but because his mouth was gagged, he could only make "uh...uh" sounds and couldn't utter a single word.

He still doesn't know who the people who kidnapped him are. He suspects that Zhu Yongyang was behind it, but since he hasn't seen anyone, the young men who kidnapped him seem to be just there to carry out the actions, and the person who actually gave the orders isn't here.

What the hell is going on here?
His head was still buzzing from those two punches, and he was freezing cold, so he couldn't concentrate on anything.

Just then, the warehouse door opened. Hearing the noise from the door, the middle-aged man hurriedly looked over. When he saw who had entered, he finally understood everything.

Zhu Yongyang walked into the warehouse, first tossed a pack of cigarettes to each of his brothers, then took out a wad of ten-yuan notes from his coat pocket and handed them to the young man in charge.

"Give one to the brothers."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu..."

When the young men saw the stack of money, they all grinned from ear to ear.

What are people in this world all for? It's all about making money. The reason they're willing to follow Zhu Yongyang is because he's genuinely generous and fair in his rewards and punishments. He never shortchanges anyone on what's due. That's why, over the years, very few of the brothers who've followed him have betrayed him.

After paying the money, Zhu Yongyang slowly walked up to the middle-aged man. Looking at the blood-stained face, he first smiled mockingly, then bent down and reached out to untie the rope gagging the man's mouth, and pulled out the rag from his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhu Yongyang threw the tattered cloth he had pulled out onto the ground, squatted down, lit a cigarette, and then asked.

"Liu Zizhou, is it? I don't care if your name is real or not, just tell me, what exactly do you want with Director Li?"

"Pooh……"

The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood and glared fiercely at Zhu Yongyang, saying, "Zhu, I advise you to release me, or you'll face the consequences."

"If I dare to arrange for someone to arrest you, why would I be afraid of that bullshit consequence you're talking about? Are you out of your mind?"

Zhu Yongyang sneered and patted the middle-aged man's face.

"If you don't want to suffer, then obediently answer whatever I ask. If you want to test whether I dare to touch you, then you can tough it out. I want to see how tough your mouth can be."

"You surnamed Zhu, you can't afford to mess with the people behind me. You'd better not make a mistake."

"Hey, look at what you're saying, as if no one else is behind you." Zhu Yongyang laughed nonchalantly.

"Old man, I've lived for forty years and I'm not easily scared. When I was out there in the world, you were probably hiding somewhere, and now you're here threatening me?"

"Heh, old bastard, I don't know if I'll face any consequences, but I can guarantee that if you keep spouting nonsense, I'll make sure you don't see the sun rise tomorrow. Don't believe me? Just try it."

"Pooh……"

Zhu Yongyang was met with another spit of bloody phlegm and an arrogant expression from the middle-aged man.

"Ha, you've got guts!"

Old Zhu smiled and gave him a thumbs up, then stood up, supporting himself on his knees with his hands.

"You guys..."

After standing up, he turned to look at his brothers.

"Master Zhu"

The young men walked over.

"Ten minutes, just don't kill him."

After saying that, Old Zhu walked out of the warehouse. As the warehouse door slowly closed, a few muffled groans drifted out from the crack in the door.

It was ten minutes, and it was exactly ten minutes. Just as Zhu Yongyang was finishing his second cigarette outside the warehouse, the warehouse door opened, and the leader of the group of young men poked his head out.

"Master Zhu, that old fellow says he's willing to cooperate."

"it is good"

Zhu Yongyang nodded indifferently, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stubbed it out with his foot, and walked into the warehouse.

The ropes that had been binding the middle-aged man had now been untied. Seeing his leg position, which was impossible for a normal person to achieve, and his twisted fingers, Old Zhu grimaced in pain.

He walked back to the middle-aged man who was lying there groaning and squatted down, his face full of mockery.

"Tsk tsk... What are you after?"

(End of this chapter)