Chapter 220 — I'll Give You a Plane Ticket

"Director Zou..." To be honest, Director Ma was in a difficult position as well. He did not know Zou Tiandi personally, but he had heard the name — in Songshan City it was a name that carried weight, a man who had started out half in the shadows and half in the light, and in the space of a few years had opened a large KTV club and built up no small web of connections.

"Spare me the useless talk. I'm not leaving today. Let's see who dares throw me out." Zou Tiandi was certainly not going to walk out of this ward just like that; this was no longer a simple matter of one hospital room, but a question of face in Songshan City.

If he, Zou Tiandi, obediently left this ward today, by tomorrow he would be a laughingstock.

Besides, he felt he was in the right — Zhao Guangdong had already paid the fees, had the receipt. On what grounds should he be thrown out?

"Not leaving, is that it? Then I'll give you a plane ticket." Wei Zhao had no time to dawdle with this creature — Xiaofen was waiting for the ward! With that, Wei Zhao walked over, seized Zou Tiandi by the collar, and, IV stand and all, sent him out the door. Zou Tiandi flew straight out and landed with a thud on the bench outside the ward, while the IV bottle, as if by magic, hung itself on the row of coat hooks behind the bench.

Wei Zhao had already given Zou Tiandi plenty of face, letting him finish his IV outside before clearing off; otherwise he would have sent him straight under the bench.

At first Zou Tiandi had been rather contemptuous when Wei Zhao came over looking for a fight, and was preparing to frighten him off with a few words. Who did this fellow think he was? He was Zou Tiandi, a man of standing in Songshan City — and this thing dared lay hands on him? Was it courting death?

But before he could open his mouth, he suddenly felt his body floating in midair, and the next moment he was sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor.

Director Ma had not expected Wei Zhao to be so ferocious — not even bothering to hear Zou Tiandi out before flinging him out the door. He gave a bitter smile; at least it saved him the trouble of explaining.

Zhao Guangdong was a little stunned as well. What kind of person was this? He had never seen the like — one wrong word and the man simply threw people out. But Zhao Guangdong did not dare say a thing to Wei Zhao; he was the classic bully-the-weak-and-fear-the-strong type. Seeing his boss fly out, he hurried out of the ward to check whether the boss was all right.

"Director Zou, are you all right?" Zhao Guangdong ran out into the corridor and asked, looking at Zou Tiandi's somewhat ashen face.

Zou Tiandi was fine — only badly frightened. Who could enjoy a turn as a flying man? Especially at his age; his heart had nearly shaken loose.

"Today, I, Zou Tiandi, will say this much and no more: if you've got guts, wait for me in that ward; if you haven't, then get out within the hour!" Having lost face, Zou Tiandi caught his breath and bellowed toward the ward: "If you're still here, I'll keep you in that ward for a full six months!"

"Bang!" Wei Zhao simply shut the ward door, not listening to a word.

"You—" Zou Tiandi nearly choked with rage, clutching his chest. "Fine. Guts, is it? Then you just wait! Guangdong, call Ruoguang, tell him to bring men over!"

"Yes, Director Zou!" Zhao Guangdong had actually wanted to make that call long ago; it was only that the director had not given the word and he had not dared act on his own. Now, as long as the boss's eldest son, Zou Ruoguang, was summoned, then in his view the people in that ward were finished!

Tang Yun disliked violence, but today she could not help covering her mouth and laughing. This fellow Wei Zhao always did things so recklessly — just like the day he smashed up Zhang Biaogan's barbecue stall.

As Wei Zhao said, you deal with people according to their kind. Some people will not listen when you reason with them; you have to meet force with force.

"Young man, that Zou Tiandi... he has connections in certain circles. You've offended him..." Director Ma knew that Wei Zhao and Guan Xuemin were on close terms, so at this moment he felt obliged to warn him. "Shall I call a few security guards over?"

"Thank you, Director Ma, but there's no need. A few surgeons, though — that would be a good idea," Wei Zhao said.

"Huh?" Director Ma was startled, not quite understanding. Then he thought it over — did Wei Zhao mean that when Zou Tiandi brought his men, someone in this ward would be hurt and need surgeons?

But why go through that? Waiting around to be beaten? Director Ma could not make sense of it, but since Wei Zhao had said so, he could only agree for now and play it by ear when the time came.

"Kang **, you and Auntie Song go with Director Ma to bring Xiaofen over. Tang Yun and I will wait here in the ward," Wei Zhao said. "That Zou Tiandi probably won't let it go. If we don't settle this trouble today, it'll be a problem sooner or later — better to have it out now."

Wei Zhao had never been one to fear trouble, and in his eyes what had happened today did not count as trouble at all.

Kang ** knew what Wei Zhao was capable of and was not worried. He had a kind of inexplicable faith in Wei Zhao; whatever Wei Zhao did, he firmly believed his leader was the best under heaven.

Song Huiping had long since lost her head. She had learned from Kang ** that Wei Zhao was a "very domineering" young master, so whatever Wei Zhao did, she could hardly get a word in; she merely stood to one side in a panic.

Ordinarily she would not dare provoke a big boss like Zou Tiandi, but neither did she dare stop Wei Zhao from provoking him.

At this moment she could only follow Kang **, walking back toward the original ward in a melancholy mood.

Only Tang Yun and Wei Zhao were left in the ward. Wei Zhao had just told her to stay, and Tang Yun had not refused, though her expression was a little unnatural. "Actually, there's no need to change wards... offending people over a hospital room just isn't worth it..."

"Offended him?" Wei Zhao smiled faintly. "That thing at the door — I don't even consider him worth noticing. If he thinks I've offended him, so be it. But he'd better not try anything more, or he really will have offended me."

Hearing this, Tang Yun could not help but burst out laughing. "Why are you always bragging? Even if you're a rich young master, that man seems to be a big boss too!"

"Heh..." Wei Zhao smiled. When you hold absolute certainty that you can take a man's life, then no matter what profession or status he has, you will never regard him as worth a glance.

He had been running missions alone since he was ten. Tycoon or crime lord, in Wei Zhao's eyes there was only the target.

"All you do is smirk!" Seeing that Wei Zhao did not answer, Tang Yun turned her head away in a huff and ignored him.

"I'll say this much: I'm helping so eagerly because Xiaofen is your friend. Believe that?" Seeing Tang Yun pretending to be angry, Wei Zhao could not resist teasing her.

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