When Zhou Caiyun served snacks and beer and soda to the customers at that table, she eavesdropped on their conversation for a while.
Returning to the kitchen, he curled his lips disdainfully at Lin Mai, who was busy making cold dishes: "Those young people from the capital are really good at boasting, saying that they can earn thousands or even tens of thousands by selling clothes in Guangdong.
Do they know what thousands or tens of thousands are? The money must be carried in cloth bags.
One person was even more bragging, saying that he had only been working as a businessman for a year and bought a courtyard house worth thirty thousand yuan in the capital.
A courtyard house is not a small bungalow, so how can it be worth so much?
In our countryside, no one builds courtyard houses anymore, and whoever has the money doesn’t build a small bungalow!"
Lin Mai didn't think others were bragging.
It's true that you can make money by being a prostitute in this day and age.
Let’s not talk about it remotely, but let’s talk about the young man she met last time who was selling clothes on the black market. He could earn at least several hundred dollars by selling dozens of pieces of clothes.
It's not a big deal to earn one or two thousand by selling a few times a month.
Thinking of this, she thought, if she went to Guangzhou to resell clothes and sell them back, wouldn't she be able to raise 10,000 yuan within the specified time limit?
Thinking of this, she put a plate each of the two cold dishes she had just made, and brought roasted eggplants to the dealers.
The dealers all looked at her inexplicably: "We didn't order these."
Lin Mai smiled and said: "I invite you."
A young man looked her over and over and said, "No reward for no merit, tell me what you want us to do for you."
Lin Mai likes to talk to smart people, so he doesn't beat around the bush.
He said straightforwardly: "I want to go to Guangzhou to pick up clothes and resell them in Jiangcheng, but you have also seen that I am in the catering industry. I am in the same industry as a mountain. I have no idea how to run this clothing business. I would like to ask for your advice."
One of the dealers half-truthfully said, "Then the snacks you have are far from enough for the guidance."
Lin Mai smiled slightly, and soon served hot crispy sausage, braised chicken gizzards or duck gizzards, roasted ten-mile spices and barbecued skewers, as well as various frozen desserts.
The table of the bad guy was filled to the brim.
The scammer was just joking at first, but he felt a little embarrassed when he saw Lin Mai was serious.
Together with my companion, I told her without reservation how to go to Guangzhou to purchase goods.
After she finished speaking, the business owner looked at her and said, "I suggest you to just continue your catering business with peace of mind. It's safe! Guangzhou is in chaos. I'm afraid that if you, a pretty girl, go away, you will lose both your life and wealth."
Lin Mai smiled and said, "I'm just asking around. As for whether to go there... we'll see, I don't even have the money to purchase goods."
The capital of these dealers is very high, ranging from two to three thousand to tens of thousands, so they can earn thousands or even tens of thousands from selling clothes once.
If she wants to make a lot of money, she must have a lot of capital.
After those traders left after eating and drinking, Zhou Caiyun came over and asked worriedly: "You really want to go to Guangzhou to sell clothes."
Although Lin Mai told the gangsters that she hadn't made up her mind yet, Zhou Caiyun knew that she was already tempted.
Lin Mai nodded.
Zhou Caiyun earnestly advised: "Now that Doudou has been discharged from the hospital and is recuperating at home, you can go back to the countryside to buy agricultural products and resell them.
If you resell every two days, you can earn two to three thousand a month, why take the risk and go to Guangzhou?
Didn't you hear those gangsters say that Guangzhou is very chaotic and dangerous, but our public security in Jiangcheng is so good!"
Lin Mai asked back: "Now that peaches and plums are all off the market, what agricultural products do you want me to go to the countryside to buy and resell?"
Her words stopped Zhou Caiyun.
This month, there really are no agricultural products to resell.
At this time, several diners came in, ordered snacks and started chatting.
One of them asked the others: "Have you heard that someone was causing trouble in Puji Hospital just now?"
The others all shook their heads: "I haven't heard of it."
"Why are you making trouble?" A man asked gossiping after taking the cold dish brought by the waiter and placing it on the table.
"I heard that an aunt had some disease and needed surgery. She passed away not long after the surgery.
The aunt's man blames the doctor for not performing the surgery.
He said that if the operation was not performed, his wife would not die, but after the operation, the man died.
I think this is a medical malpractice, and I won't stop until I pay ten thousand to eight thousand yuan.
The hospital produced evidence to prove that the aunt's death was not a medical accident, but the man's nursing problems that led to her death.
The two sides were at loggerheads.
That man hired a bunch of thugs somewhere, and just now he beheaded several doctors in the surgery department. The scene was particularly bloody, with blood everywhere."
Surgery Department of Puji Hospital?
Lin Mai immediately thought of Fang Zhuoran, and his heart suddenly rose in his throat. Could something happen to him?
She ignored everything and said hello to Zhou Caiyun, then rushed out and ran to the Department of Surgery of Puji Hospital.
Along the way, many thoughts flashed through her mind.
Was Fang Zhuoran chopped or beaten?
I hope he was beaten, and it wouldn't be too serious. Being chopped... would be life-threatening.
Fang Zhuoran rescues critically ill patients every day, but he never imagined that one day he would become the target of someone else's rescue.
When I think of this, I can't help but burst into tears.
When she ran to the scene of the accident, what she saw shocked her.
Although there were several cleaners cleaning up the scene, there were bloodstains everywhere on the ground that had not been cleaned up.
There are also a lot of messy bloody footprints, which makes people feel frightened when they see them. You can imagine how chaotic and cruel this place was at that time.
Lin Mai glanced around in horror, but did not see Fang Zhuoran's figure.
I ran to his office and lounge to take a look, but didn't see him. I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave and felt chilled all over.
She forced herself to calm down, grabbed a nurse, and asked eagerly: "Where is Professor Fang Zhuoran?"
The nurse had no time or inclination to answer her. Without saying a word, she pushed her away and hurried away.
Lin Mai endured endless panic and asked the patient and his family members.
The patients and their families were all immersed in fear.
I only know how to describe the horrific scene at that time. As for whether Fang Zhuoran was chopped, no one can answer.
One is that he doesn’t know much about it, and the other is that he didn’t pay attention.
Lin Mai's thin body was shaking like fallen leaves in the wind, and his eyes were staring straight at the pools of dark brown blood on the ground.
Fang Zhuoran, I like you. How could you be chopped down before I had time to tell you?
Even if you want to go to another world, at least wait until you know my thoughts before leaving.
She kept stopping the medical staff to inquire about Fang Zhuoran's whereabouts, and finally a nurse was willing to answer her questions.
But the nurse was very frightened, and she couldn't answer the question of Fang Zhuoran's whereabouts.
The nurse stammered: "All the wounded were sent to the general surgery department or operating room.
You go to those two places to look for it. If you can't find it in those two places, you can only find it in the morgue."
Lin Mai let go of her and hurried to the general surgery department. After searching for several times, he still couldn't find Fang Zhuoran.
Could it be that...Professor Fang is lying on the cold operating table?
She rushed to the operating room with a pale face, where many people gathered and reporters were covering the scene.
The hospital leader being interviewed had an ugly face and said in a low voice: "It happened so suddenly, and several surgeons were seriously injured.
The current situation is very bad, we are in the rescue department, and we urgently need type A or type O blood.
There is not enough blood in the blood bank, and we are organizing citizens to donate blood at the entrance of the hospital. This is all I can tell you now."