Half a piece of rat shit

  In "Monopoly 4", the oil tycoon 'Salonpas' once said, "Life's disappointments are eight or nine out of ten." Like Zhang Jin who lives like a pig today, although I don't agree with this Arab brother's words about the proportion of unpleasant things, I also think that life won't always go smoothly. Drinking porridge three to five hundred times and finding a rat turd in it wouldn't be surprising.

  No sooner had they sent off the first batch of wine purchased by several old gentlemen from the provincial capital and Ms. Lu Wan, who had shocked herself deeply, than on the second day in the morning, Liu Lao was busy feeding chickens and fish, watering and weeding, while Qi Bing was busy cleaning up the room and washing the bowls and chopsticks after breakfast. Zhang Jin, like a big brother, slipped away to the bottom of the big locust tree, lay down on the recliner, and continued his unfinished study work for today.

  When a day's study and work was nearing its end, Zhang Jin's mobile phone rang, and the "mouse shit" arrived.

  "Hello, who is this? I'm looking for someone." Zhang Jin, lying on the recliner, looked at the unfamiliar number on the caller ID and asked curiously. His voice was still as lazy as ever, making it hard to muster up any enthusiasm.

  "Are you Zhang Jin?" On the other end of the phone was a middle-aged man's voice that sounded full and sonorous. However, it seemed that this voice didn't sound very friendly.

  Zhang Jin's eyebrows involuntarily furrowed and then slowly relaxed, as he said in a flat tone: "It's me. Something up?"

  "I am the director of the municipal government office in Hui City, my name is Liu Anbang, and my father is Liu Weiguo!" Hearing Zhang Jin acknowledge his identity, the tone of the man on the other end of the phone became even more stern.

  "Is this a hostile takeover?" Zhang Jin, who had also been involved in social interactions, keenly detected the other party's hostility. Moreover, before introducing himself, he not only put his own title first but also mentioned his father's name, having an effect similar to "my dad is Li Gang", clearly intending to bully others with his power.

  "Liu Anbang? Director Liu? You're looking for me, what's the matter?" Although he sensed the other party's anger, Zhang Jin asked back in confusion, thinking that he and Director Liu of Hui City were not closely related.

  Zhang Jin's ambiguous attitude made Director Liu on the other end of the phone somewhat unable to hold back his anger, "Zhang Jin, don't try to fool me, I'm warning you, immediately stop your deceitful tricks. Honestly tell my father what happened and return the medical expenses he prepaid. As for compensation, we'll discuss it later. If you delayed my father's treatment, I swear, I will make sure you rot in prison!"

  He was subjected to a machine gun-like barrage of questions, and inexplicably became a swindler. Zhang Jin couldn't help but get angry, his voice coldly saying: "Director Liu, have you got the wrong person?"

  It was Zhang Jin's words that made Director Liu's angry voice thoroughly erupt into a roar: "Zhang, don't try to deceive me, my father has already moved into your home, do you think I don't know? You dare say you didn't accept my father's painting? You dare say you didn't set a diagnosis fee of 200,000 yuan for two months?"

  "Is Liu Weiguo, Old Man Liu?" At this time, Zhang Jin suddenly realized.

  Zhang Jin is not a Bai Qien of the new era, nor is he a Lei Feng who does good deeds without seeking reward or a oil field good man Guo Daxia.

  Although Zhang Jin treated the villagers from the same village, except for the medication fee, he did not charge any consultation fee or treatment fee. However, this was a way to get close to the villagers and neighbors, and it was a proactive approach to integrate into the village as an outsider.

  But Old Man Liu was a stranger before, and Zhang Jin couldn't possibly not only keep this old man at home to provide food and shelter, but also treat him for free. It's not that Zhang Jin is stingy, but why should he? Old Man Liu is different from his fellow villagers, and also different from Qi Bing, who is a real blood relative.

  Although Zhang Jin's medical fees at Old Man Liu's place were not low, the estimated two-month treatment period was 200,000 yuan, plus a painting by Old Man Liu called "A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Building" which was said to be worth over a million yuan and had great potential for appreciation. That was when Old Man Liu first came to Zhang Jin's house for dinner and heard him name the house "Small Building", and he was momentarily overcome with nostalgia, promising to give it to Zhang Jin as a gift.

  Although two months is equivalent to several hundred thousand yuan in medical expenses, it seems a bit expensive. However, compared to ensuring the cure of Liu's terminal illness and buying back his life, it's actually very cheap. Moreover, with fine wine and food every day, and living in five-star conditions, this price becomes even more affordable when averaged out.

  It's not just Zhang Jin who thinks this is cheap, even Old Man Liu and his group of old friends, including Lu Wan who had just left the day before, all think so.

  "You misunderstood me..." Misunderstood by others, Zhang Jin naturally wanted to open his mouth to explain at the first time.

  However, it was clear that Director Liu on the other end of the phone did not have as much patience. As soon as Zhang Jin opened his mouth, he furiously interrupted him: "You don't need to explain, I'm not my father, you old fool. Do you think you can deceive me? I've seen many scammers like you! I've investigated you, and it turns out you're just a doctor in the pharmacy department of Qilin Hospital, not even a clinical doctor. What are you going to do now that you've quit your job, try to make a fortune by swindling people? Let me tell you, dream on..."

  Deeply feeling the unreasonableness of Director Liu's face-to-face, Zhang Jin also had no intention of continuing to communicate, and said a sentence in a hard tone, then hung up the phone, locking the other party's endless "passionate words" inside the phone. "I'll talk to your father about it, as for his plans, you'd better communicate with him yourself!"

  Just as Zhang Jin hung up the phone, Old Man Liu happened to have just watered the vegetable garden and walked over wearing an old man's undershirt with his pants legs rolled up, full of dew and mud.

  "Grandfather Liu, hurry back to your room and pack up your luggage. I'll take you back to the provincial capital right now," Zhang said with a stern face.

  "Return to the provincial capital? Now? Didn't you say I need to be treated for two months? It's only been a month since I arrived... Has something happened..." Although Liu Laoye was perplexed, he also sensed Zhang Jin's dissatisfaction with him. Being asked to leave ahead of time wasn't enough, and now he was being addressed as 'Liu Ye' again. Except for the first two days when he arrived here, Zhang Jin had never used this form of address again.

  When Zhang Jin was not familiar with him, he called Liu Lao Ye Zi 'Liu Grandpa' because of Lan Fei Fei's relationship. However, after getting familiar, considering that Liu Lao Ye Zi was only in his sixties, just a few years older than his own father, calling him grandpa seemed a bit awkward. So, usually it was either 'You Old', or 'Old Master', or simply 'Hey' or 'You'.

  Although these titles sound less polite than 'Liu YeYe', they also don't have the same sense of distance as 'Liu YeYe'!

  "There's nothing, it's just that the director of the Hui City government office told me to send you back, otherwise he'll make me sit in jail. I'm scared, so I have no choice but to listen. " Zhang Jin's tone was devoid of any emotion, but his anger was evident.

  Zhang Jin's words made Old Man Liu suddenly understand, and his anger surged up, saying: "Xiao Zhang, I'll apologize to you on behalf of that scoundrel. You're a magnanimous person, don't bother with him. I'll make him apologize to you later." With that, Old Man Liu quickly walked into the house.

  Soon, Liu's angry roar came from the house, "You bastard, are you eager for me to die early? Now that I've finally found a place that can cure my illness, you're trying to ruin it for me? You unfilial child..."

  At this time, Zhang Jin had already lost the angry look on his face and was smiling gloomily, listening to the voice of Director Liu coming from the loudspeaker in the house tens of meters away: "Dad, don't be angry, it's my fault, I'm wrong. Is... is, I apologize, can't I go apologize to Little Zhang in a few days? You calm down, don't get angry and get sick..."

  "Think you can use your official position to bully me? Well, don't blame me for using your old man to bully you back! Relying on the fact that you're wearing an official uniform to order people around, shouting and yelling, what kind of nonsense is this? Who's afraid of you?" Zhang Jin thought to himself.