Chapter 55
Mu Qingliu's plan was quickly implemented.
Wen Ergou, who was waiting for his son to return home, got into trouble everywhere and owed a lot of gambling debts. He was ready to send Wen Yancheng to dig black coal mines in the mountain valley as soon as Wen Yancheng returned home.
As a result, he waited for a bigger temptation.
The person sent by Mu Qingliu first approached Wen Ergou, took out some small profits to tempt him, and then made a big profit from this gangster's debt.
Wen Ergou was forced into a corner, and under deliberate guidance, he remembered that his own son was sent to a rich family to enjoy happiness.
Although he didn't know which family he was sent to, he still remembered the person who took over.
It seemed that his name was He Ziyang.
With his shrewd intelligence and the secret guidance of Mu Qingliu, Wen Ergou traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to find someone.
If he had done it alone, he would have been a blind man groping in the dark.
With Mu Qingliu deliberately giving him the green light, Wen Ergou had no difficulty in finding He Ziyang's head, and his goal was as clear as conquering the high ground.
There is no need to elaborate on what happened next. When a scoundrel meets another scoundrel, the richer one will win.
Mu Qingliu took Wen Yancheng to rescue his fake father. Wen Yancheng was reluctant at first and said coldly that he could die anywhere.
When the two men rushed over, the sack containing Wen Ergou was only half a meter away from falling completely into the pool of concentrated sulfuric acid, burning his body to ashes.
Wen Yancheng had not yet fallen in love with Song He, nor had he been blinded by the cruel struggle for power and family, nor had he become insane.
The moment Wen Ergou climbed out of the sack, dying and bleeding, it still created a great shock to Wen Yancheng's fresh and full heart.
He was always the one who was beaten to tears, and he was always the one who was covered in wounds. The unrecognizable Wen Ergou in front of him had never treated him kindly.
Die!
Die! Die,
scum!
The dark side of Wen Yancheng's heart kept cursing, while the fragile side of human nature was comforting him. When will the revenge end?
Mu Qingliu moved his cold and numb face and said softly, "It's impossible to let him die. This blood and tears lesson is considered to be a compensation for the suffering you have suffered before."
Wen Yancheng sneered, "I'm afraid it's too easy for this old dog. It's far from enough."
Mu Qingliu witnessed the protagonist's hatred, which made the second most handsome face in the book full of distortion and viciousness.
If Song Yin hadn't told him the ending in advance, I'm afraid that such a posture and eyes that destroy humanity would still stab him fiercely.
Mu Qingliu shouted in his heart: Wife, it's great to have you.
He said calmly, "This piece of rotten meat can't die for the time being. At least he has played a very important role and stirred up ripples in He Ziyang's heart."
It's almost time to send the protagonist home.
Mu Qingliu said, "Are you ready to recognize Mr. Long as your father?"
So soon? !
Wen Yancheng said, "But I have not accomplished anything yet, and I have just learned how to do business from you, my master. I am afraid..."
Mu Qingliu said confidently, "In the Long family, your biggest enemy is He Ziyang. He has solid evidence of buying murders, and it is easy to use Wen Ergou to bring him down."
If it were the original plot, Wen Yancheng would be successfully taken home by Mr. Long, first the fake young master would torment him, then He Ziyang would torment him, and these two people would torment him together. At least the protagonist would have to spend three or four years in continuous torment to eliminate the enemy and grow rapidly.
Mu Qingliu calculated carefully that it would take three or four years before he could officially go to bed with Song Yin, which was probably too slow.
One year is the time limit.
After a year of waiting, he could almost enjoy his pure and simple life.
Wen Yancheng was grateful again. He looked at Mu Qingliu's tall and straight figure and thanked him sincerely, "Master, even if I return to the Long family, I will still be your apprentice. As long as there is a chance, I will do my best to repay you."
Mu Qingliu shook his hand generously, "As long as you remember the promise today, it won't be considered that I worked hard for you."
Suddenly he remembered something important.
"You must continue to do a good job in the work of Phantom Company. This is the foundation I left for you. You must make Phantom Company bigger and stronger, so that the Long family will look at you with new eyes."
With the help of Song Yin's Tucao bubble, Wen Yancheng's first meeting with his father Long Zhicheng was in the hospital.
Mu Qingliu interrupted the plot for a while.
He had to continue the broken plot so that Song Yin's condition could get better faster.
Mu Qingliu calculated that he had occupied the plot of He Ziyang's third pursuit of the protagonist.
How could he make the protagonist bleed again?
Mu Qingliu took out a red-leather booklet for Wen Yancheng and said to him, "You will go to this hospital to donate blood tomorrow. You may need to draw a little more. Is that okay?"
Wen Yancheng put the red-leather blood donation certificate booklet in his pocket. He was just going to donate blood according to his master's request.
Although Wen Yancheng used to be a cool guy in college, he often participated in volunteer activities and volunteer clubs to improve his inner qualities. Wen Yancheng
followed Mu Qingliu's instructions, turned down his morning work that day, ate two large bowls of white porridge in the car, plus a boiled egg, and went to the designated private hospital to donate blood.
It should be Mu Qingliu who called in advance, and the nurse at the blood collection station told him that a maximum of 40% blood should be drawn.
Wen Yancheng had never drawn blood before, and felt that drawing blood was no problem at all. He let the little nurse insert the silver-white needle, and red blood plasma came out, and two large bags were drawn.
Instantly, the protagonist's body was weakened.
Some people are like this, they look strong and useful, but after the blood is drawn, their faces are pale and look like they can die immediately.
The nurse asked if he should drink some brown sugar water. Wen Yancheng lost the energy to shake his head. He couldn't help but suspect that the other party must have smoked more than 40 times.
The nurse had no choice but to support the trembling and pale protagonist and slowly send him to the hospital entrance.
As he was about to enter the VIP exit of the private hospital, he bumped into a group of bodyguards in suits.
Wen Yancheng felt that the little nurse's hand strength was secretly increasing, and she pushed him forward.
The protagonist was dizzy and his feet lost their former stability. He stumbled and fell on the middle-aged man who was walking in front.
The middle-aged man was full of energy and looked straight ahead. As soon as he looked aside, a tall and strong unidentified object flew out.
The middle-aged man reflexively gave the unidentified object a knife, knocking Wen Yancheng to the ground.
"What is that?!" Long Zhicheng said exactly what he had said in the original script, knitting his eyebrows into sword-like shapes, and yelled at the bodyguards, "What's the use of you rubbish? You can't even defend yourself!"
The young nurse, who had received professional training, rushed over quickly to hug Wen Yancheng, shouting for help, "He's not a bad guy, he's a hypoglycemic patient, you've done that, and now he's in shock!"
After saying that, she turned Wen Yancheng over with great effort, so that Long Zhicheng could see his face clearly for the first time.
If you don't look at it, you won't be excited, but if you look at it, you'll be confused.
According to the novel, why can a father and son, who are strangers, create a passionate spark when they meet in the hospital?
Because Wen Yancheng looks exactly like Long Zhicheng, he has completely abandoned all the advantages and disadvantages of the cheating Mrs. Long, and directly copied all the advantages and disadvantages of Long Zhicheng.
The son follows the father, and the torch is passed on.
Long Zhicheng's heart suddenly beats violently, and he also feels an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The little nurse shook Wen Yancheng repeatedly, but he didn't wake up. She cried in fear, "Help him quickly, if he dies here, I can't take any responsibility!"
Long Zhicheng said decisively, "Quick, find a transfer bed, send him to the emergency room quickly!!"
The bodyguards quickly lifted Wen Yancheng onto the transfer bed and sent him for treatment.
At this point, Long Zhicheng could just push the trouble onto the secretary, dust himself off and leave.
There was something holding him back, and that was the blood connection.
Long Zhicheng pushed aside the person who invited him and followed them to the emergency department. Through the glass window, he looked thoughtfully at Wen Yancheng, who was lying motionless on the bed.
How strange?
The more he looked at the young man's features and figure, the more familiar he felt.
Let's wait and see.
Long Zhicheng asked the crying nurse at the door, "I was the one who injured the patient inside. I will cover all his medical expenses and hospitalization fees."
The secretary handed the nurse a name card inlaid with gold and jade.
The young nurse was embarrassed and whispered in a low voice, "But I can't control this patient. He was alone when he came to the hospital for examination this morning. I just happened to help him out."
The secretary spoke on behalf of the boss, "Can you take a look at his medical record for us? What's his name? What's his family's contact information? At least the hospital should be able to provide these, right?"
The little girl hurried to the place where the blood was drawn before and brought back Wen Yancheng's registration form and diagnosis certificate.
These things had already been swapped.
Wen Yancheng's condition was changed to excessive fatigue.
The secretary handed the two things to Long Zhicheng respectfully.
Long Zhicheng saw Wen Yancheng's ID number at first glance. The birthday in the middle was the same as his son's, but the address was far away.
How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
What surprised Long Zhicheng the most was that even Wen Yancheng's blood type was the rare AB type.
Long Zhicheng himself was also AB type.
The strangeness of falling over three times in a row made Long Zhicheng look at the figure on the hospital bed again.
Wen Yancheng slightly opened his confused eyes under the rescue. He didn't know how many minutes he had completed the important task of recognizing his father in the coma.
He now vaguely remembered that it was a bastard old man who stabbed him, which caused him to almost say goodbye to this beautiful world.
So although Wen Yancheng's face was pale, he looked in the direction of Long Zhicheng seriously.
He didn't care at all why this damn old man looked so similar to himself. He thought, I am exhausted now, you'd better not run away first, I will never let you go.
Long Zhicheng laughed for no reason when he saw the cold and hateful look.
Very good, a very energetic young man.
Long Zhicheng inexplicably developed a great interest in him and a great liking for him.
He whispered to the secretary, "Go get a phone number, and bring him to see me when he gets better."