Hu Fu Wu Bei Zhao Nianxia

Back in the ward again, Wu Bei's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, not to mention how ugly it was.

And Wu Shihao also put down the newspaper and sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, as if he was waiting for him.

The father and father looked at each other for a moment, and Wu Bei said quietly: "I served in the reconnaissance company for the first year, you know it!"

"Old Wei and Lao Guo came today, I didn't remember it for a while."

Wu Shihao coughed twice and laughed dryly.

The old Wei and Lao Guo in his mouth are both in business, and they had a pretty good relationship with him before, but they have completely cut off contact since he fell ill.

Wu Bei also begged them, but the two refused to answer the phone.

Seeing that his father made a mistake, Wu Bei's tone softened, and he complained: "No matter who comes, you can't smoke in the ward. Do you still need your lungs?"

Wu Shihao immediately clasped his hands together and promised: "Okay, okay, I remember, you just scared me so much that I didn't dare to breathe."

Wu Bei didn't pursue further. The old man's current state of mind is up and down. It's not a bad thing to have someone come to see him and talk with him.

Then he changed the topic: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Wu Shihao pondered seriously for a few seconds, then tentatively said: "Why don't you drink crucian carp soup, I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

Seeing his father's longing look, Wu Bei's heart suddenly ached.

Once upon a time, this man was so stalwart, but now because he had to negotiate every bite, it was his son who deserved the blame!

"Okay, I'll buy it for you!"

Without any hesitation, Wu Bei immediately picked up the rice bucket by the bed.

"Little Bei..."

When he was about to go out, the old man suddenly called him.

Wu Bei turned his head in confusion.

The old man's thick eyebrows trembled twice, then he forced out a smile, waved his hands and said, it's all right!

After serving his dad for dinner as usual, Wu Bei left the ward directly, and then went to a lottery shop near the hospital.

The lottery store is not big, only six or seven square meters in total, but it is full of men and women with red eyes staring at the lottery trend chart on the wall.

When getting rich overnight becomes a luxury, I am afraid that only the lottery can stimulate the dopamine of the bottom people.

"Here we come, Brother Wu!"

At the counter, a young man with dyed white hair came out with a smile on his face.

Wu Bei nodded, handed the other party a cigarette and asked, "Brother, did you get the loan from yesterday?"

"It's ready for you."

The young man took out a wad of brand new banknotes and handed them to Wu Bei.

The guy’s name is Qi Jinlong. He is a gangster who specializes in using loan software to earn money. He has a wide social circle and is quite open-minded. Wu Bei’s interest is more reasonable. For more than a year, all of Wu Bei’s online loans have basically been pointed at him. .

"Thank you brother, take it to buy cigarettes!"

Wu Bei dipped in his saliva and counted the money, then took out one and stuffed it into Qi Jinlong's pocket.

Qi Jinlong did not refuse, and asked: "How is the old man's health recently?"

"Ugh.."

Wu Bei answered all the other party's questions with a bitter sigh.

"Master Huangtian has nothing to do with things like this."

Qi Jinlong pulled his hair twice, as if suddenly remembering something, he leaned into Wu Bei's ear and said, "By the way, Brother Wu, can you do the billing work? I know a big boss who has more than 100 bills floating outside. Ten thousand debt, if I can get it back, I will share it fifty-fifty!"

Wu Bei's eyes lit up instantly.

He is so short of money now.

Before coming, the little nurse Su Qing told him that even if the old man was sent to the provincial hospital for treatment, he would have to prepare at least 80 million.

"Bah!"

"Can you drive a train here?"

At this moment, the sliding door of the lottery shop was pulled open, and a young man with dreadlocks walked in.

Wu Bei took a closer look. Isn't this kid the one who hit Luo Xue's car in the "Caesars Crown"?

Wu Bei remembered that this kid seemed to call himself "Second Brother".

"Hush, sir, keep your voice down! Play with coins and follow me."

Qi Jinlong hurriedly waved his hand, and then said perfunctorily to Wu Bei, Brother Wu, you go ahead, I just said that I will contact you later!

"Train driving" is a kind of slot machine, and it also belongs to Qi Jinlong's business scope. Wu Bei often comes here, but he has never seen anyone win money anyway.

The guy obviously also saw Wu Bei, and he blinked his eyes and greeted him familiarly: "That's good, buddy, it seems that we really smell like each other... Bah, we really share the same goals, the second brother likes you more and more Let's go, I ask you to take two shots!"

Before his hand reached out to him, Wu Bei had deftly avoided it, nodded his head politely, and walked out directly brushing the opponent's body.

"I knock! You have character, the second brother likes you! Leave a contact information!"

The boy bared his teeth and pushed him out.

Without saying a word of nonsense to the other party, Wu Bei quickly walked away.

Years of life in the military camp has allowed him to develop a cautious character. He never initiates a conversation with anyone, let alone has any interaction with the person who strikes up a conversation.

Because he knows better than anyone else that in this materialistic real world, no one will contact you for no reason.