Chapter 15 The Incompetent and Raging Three Seconds Man
Song Sibei finally woke up after the operation, and as soon as he woke up, he found that his abdomen was wrapped in gauze.
The bodyguards huddled in the corner, not daring to breathe.
Under his questioning, his subordinate trembled and said that he had undergone a kidney transplant.
"Mr. Song, this is really none of our business!"
"We clearly followed your instructions and sent Jiang Ci to the operating room, but somehow, the person who came out was you..."
The bodyguards were almost scared to death.
Song Sibei endured the pain and roared with fire in his eyes: "Where is the old man!"
The bodyguard said cautiously: "The chairman is in the next ward, still in a coma..."
Song Sibei was so angry that his wounds almost burst. He shouted angrily, "Waste! I'm talking about that dog, Dean Zhang. Tell him to come and see me!"
After Director Zhang completed the transplant operation, his subordinates told him that they had cut the wrong person's kidney.
He was very afraid that Song Sibei would cause trouble for him when he woke up.
So before Song Sibei woke up, he prepared the surveillance video.
"Mr. Song, I was completely framed in this matter."
Dean Zhang opened the video with trepidation.
Song Sibei looked over with a gloomy face.
The high-definition surveillance video showed that he was brought to the door of the operating room by his subordinates.
Dean Zhang asked in surprise: "How could it be Young Master Song..."
His subordinates urged Director Zhang: "This is an order from Young Master Song himself. Do you dare to disobey? The person is here. Hurry up and perform the operation quickly!"
Upon hearing his own voice, the bodyguard leader's face changed drastically and he knelt down on the spot in panic.
"Mr. Song, this is impossible! The person sent to the operating room was obviously Jiang Ci! There is no way we could have recognized the wrong person!"
"Dean Zhang, it's you! You must be trying to harm the young master!"
Dean Zhang spread his hands innocently and said, "How could it be me? I asked you at that time, how could it be Young Master Song? You said it was Young Master Song's order."
"You are all the young master's confidants, so I can only believe that the young master has thought it through and wants to donate a kidney to the chairman. The evidence is here. He has the face, the voice, and the truth. You can't cheat and throw all the blame on me, right?"
Half of his body is buried in the ground, he can’t bear such a heavy blame!
Song Sibei's face was gloomy: "Where is Jiang Ciren? Check for me why the person whose kidney was dug out was not her! But me!"
The bodyguard said nervously, "We checked before the young master woke up... There was no surveillance video at the place where Jiang Ci was arrested, and when we returned to the hospital, we walked through the VIP area, so there was no trace of surveillance... There was only one at the entrance of the operating room."
"Waste! All of you are waste!"
Song Sibei was so angry that his teeth were almost broken.
I'm not that good in bed.
Now another kidney is missing.
How can he regain his manliness in the future?
"Take out his kidney!" Song Sibei pointed at the bodyguard leader and cursed angrily.
Dean Zhang shrank back and said, "Master...his kidney is not a good match for you."
When the chairman was suffering from kidney disease, all employees of the Song Group came for matching tests.
Among tens of thousands of employees, not a single one meets the requirements.
Except Song Shao and Jiang Ci.
"Do you know how precious my kidneys are?" Song Sibei's eyes were full of sinisterness: "Do you want me to suffer all this in vain?"
"And you, Dean Zhang, pack up and get out of here!"
Dean Zhang and the head bodyguard both turned pale.
The head bodyguard, in particular, knelt on the ground and kowtowed in fear.
"Master, please spare me. I really don't know what's going on. Please, Master, let me go..."
Even though he hit his forehead and it was bleeding, Song Sibei didn't change his mind.
"Whoever of the remaining people can capture Jiang Ci will be considered as making amends for his mistake. Otherwise, you will end up as miserable as him!"
Song Sibei had a cruel look on his face.
Thinking that he would not be able to display his prowess in the future, he clenched his fingers tightly, his eyes filled with poisonous hatred.
"Jiang Ci, it must be you who did this! I'm going to chop you into pieces!"
Little did they know.
The person he hated to death was left outside the door.
Jiang Ci smiled calmly: "Catch me first, three-second man."
When she came out of the hospital, she went to the mall first to buy new clothes.
She had no choice but to change into Jiang Wan's clothes before.
Jiang Wan has had a balanced diet since childhood and has a much better figure than Xiaoci.
Her clothes were more than one size too big for Xiaoci's thin body.
Jiang Ci is very particular about the way he conducts himself and does things.
She doesn't like things that are out of place.
What's more, the clothes don't fit me, so of course I have to change them.
In the fitting room, she changed into a black hip-hugging dress that was modified from a cheongsam. It was slimming and showed off her waist. It was simple yet very aura-filled, giving people a cool and noble feeling, and she instantly turned into a queen.
After buying clothes, she went to the mobile phone store.
The mobile phones in shopping malls are all sold in brand stores. Each one is more expensive than the other, ranging from tens of thousands to four or five thousand.
Jiang Ci didn't have much money left, so he simply left the mall and went to a mobile phone store on the street, where he bought a random old-fashioned phone. Including the card and other expenses, he only spent three hundred yuan.
"I've changed my clothes, got the communication tools, and I'm still short of some equipment."
Jiang Ci took a taxi and asked the driver to take her to the place where sacrificial supplies were sold.
The driver understood: "You mean Ping An Jixiang Funeral Service Company, right?"
"Um."
An hour later.
The driver drove to the suburbs and stopped in front of a deserted bungalow.
"That's it."
The driver pointed ahead, took the money and drove away.
Jiang Ci got out of the car and looked, only to see rows of old and dilapidated bungalows in front of him.
Only one bungalow had a dim light on.
Under the light, strings of gold and silver paper money, ghost money and sky-high coins were hung on the door plaque. A pair of paper-made men and women without eyeballs stood at the door, looking eerie in the night.
Jiang Ci walked over with a normal expression.
The plaque on the door read crookedly: Ping An Jixiang Funeral Service Company.
The corner of her mouth twitched slightly. It looked quite high-end, but when you look at it in person, it is as messy as a scrap toll station.
There was only a young man with dyed red hair in the shop, lying on a chair and playing games.
When Jiang Ci came in, he didn't even raise his eyes.
There was only a loud speaker shouting: "Our products are of high quality and low price. No bargaining. Don't touch them if you don't want to buy. If you damage them, you will be compensated. We provide grave sweeping and mourning services for customers. The service is 100 yuan per person per minute. For more than ten people mourning at the grave, reservations must be made one week in advance..."
Jiang Ci asked, "Do you have yellow talismans and cinnabar?"
The red-haired boy was completely focused on his phone: "I think so. No one has bought that thing for many years. I might not be able to find it."
"I want to buy it, you go find it."
"Oh, there are so many things, how can I find them? I will only sell the ones you can see."
Jiang Ci looked above the red-haired boy's head.
I saw an old woman in funeral clothes hitting the boy's head in frustration.
"You lazy ass! You're too lazy to move when business comes. Get up and entertain the guests!"
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