Chapter 1190 Is It Just a Benefit?

In the corridor on the fourth floor of Shenzhen Second People's Hospital, dozens of Dong family members were crowded, and they were all shouting for justice.

The ward on the fourth floor was full of more than 30 people who had just finished surgery. The fight between the enchantress made the inpatient department overcrowded.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, two elevators guarded by seven or eight people opened, and a group of men and women in fancy clothes came out. They were not only dressed in bright clothes, but also dusty.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a square face, slender limbs, and a fierce look. His glaring eyes could definitely intimidate many people.

He led everyone along the way, like a king who was the only one in the world.

When dozens of Dong family elites saw the middle-aged man appear, they immediately stopped their noisy discussions and shouted respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Dong."

The middle-aged man nodded without comment, as if to greet everyone, and then walked straight into a ward where six injured people were lying.

"Hello, Mr. Dong!"

Seeing the middle-aged man coming in, the injured on the bed struggled to sit up, with a look of respect and a touch of instinctive fear on their faces.

The middle-aged man waved his hand to stop everyone from getting up: "Everyone has suffered, you can rest assured to recover, all medical expenses will be borne by the company."

"The company will also double your nursing fees and lost wages. In addition, everyone who participates in this action will receive a reward."

The six injured were deeply moved by his words: "Thank you, Mr. Dong."

It is obvious that the middle-aged man is Dong Zhadan.

Dong Zhadan said in a deep voice: "You should take good care of your injuries. Don't think too much about other things. I will bring the murderer to justice and give you an explanation."

"The police may come to ask for confessions later. What should be said and what should not be said, everyone should think about it in their hearts first."

He gently pushed his glasses: "I am really clumsy in words. You can ask Awen."

The six injured people replied in unison: "Understood."

After Dong Zhadan's condolences, he walked to the rest of the wards and greeted the remaining injured people cordially. Although he was not a member of the system, he learned a lot of models.

Although this would waste a little time, it was enough to stabilize the emotions of the injured and make the rest of his subordinates more loyal, so he was happy to do so.

Authority and gentleness are the means that superiors should have. Dong Zhadan has been accompanying people with wine and laughter for so many years, and he has seen through the way superiors and subordinates get along.

Half an hour later, Dong Zhadan came out of the last ward. After instructing several caregivers, he walked to a lounge at the end.

He pushed the door in.

There were four or five people in the lounge, including Dong Geqiu, and next to him was a middle-aged woman with long hair tied up, looking rich but sharp.

Mrs. Dong.

"Dad!" "Old Dong!" "Boss Dong!"

Seeing Dong Zhadan coming in, Dong Geqiu and the others all stood up and greeted him with complicated expressions: "You're back."

Dong Zhadan didn't have the friendly smile he had just had. His old face turned cold and he shouted: "What a waste! A hundred people can't get back a fat guy."

"Do you know how many secrets he has?"

He almost kicked Dong Geqiu away with a flying kick. Mrs. Dong knew her husband's temper and stepped in front of him in time to suppress his anger.

Mrs. Dong, who had the aura of Wang Xifeng, protected her son: "Old Dong, how can you blame your son for this? You should praise him."

"Brother Biao was caught at the airport. Seven or eight people were all pinned down, and then stuffed into the car and drove away. The national police were too fast."

"My son happened to be strolling in the company at the time. He took the initiative to lead the team to block the people when he knew the situation. In fact, he could have ignored this matter."

Mrs. Dong looked at her husband with dissatisfaction: "Isn't it because he wanted to share your worries that he took action? How many children as sensible as him can you find?"

"And if he hadn't analyzed the map and blocked accurately at the toll station, I'm afraid your useless subordinates wouldn't even see the other party's shadow."

Mrs. Dong snorted: "He didn't want Brother Biao to be kidnapped, but the other party was too rogue and attacked him and hijacked him before he kidnapped him."

Dong Geqiu also looked aggrieved: "Dad, the other party came prepared and had guns. I didn't dare to fight hard."

Thinking of the pretty face of the enchantress, his breathing became rapid, and then he thought of her cruel methods, and his desire was extinguished like water pouring on a candle.

"A loving mother often spoils her son!"

Dong Zhadan took out a cigar and lit it, and snorted to his charming wife: "Just keep protecting him and see what he can achieve."

"Don't ignore the value of Brother Fat because you feel sorry for your son. If he can't bear it and tells you, you will be finished, and so will I."

"How many times have I told you that drug traffickers should not take drugs, but you just don't care and let your rotten relatives do things."

Dong Zhadan exhaled a puff of smoke: "Now that Interpol is targeting him, I'm afraid he will be skinned alive if he doesn't die."

After a long period of smooth sailing, Dong Zhadan had long regarded himself as a god, and he could make things happen with a wave of his hand. Now he was hit by an iron plate, and he was somewhat depressed.

"Don't worry."

Mrs. Dong's voice turned cold: "I have already used official connections to put full pressure on Interpol regarding the dozens of injured people."

"At the latest tomorrow noon, they must bring Brother Fatty to give us an explanation. Once Brother Fatty shows up, we will snatch him away."

Her eyes flashed with a hint of heat: "It's only 24 hours. No matter how stupid Brother Fatty is, he can hold on. Don't worry."

Hearing this, Dong Zhadan's expression eased a little, and he flicked the ash in his hand: "I hope so."

Then he stared at Dong Geqiu's facial features: "What's wrong with your eyebrows, hair, and eyelashes? Why did you shave them off? Don't you know you're getting married tomorrow?"

"I was accidentally burned during a magic show in a bar."

Dong Geqiu didn't want to tell his father about the conflict in the bar, lest his father blame him for being incompetent again: "Marriage is not a problem, just draw it with a pen."

"Besides, Hua Rongyue's family dare not say anything. It's her great blessing to marry her."

He touched his bald head: "If my aunt hadn't designated me to inherit her inheritance and need to get married, I wouldn't have married that woman without background."

Dong Zhadan snorted: "No background also means easy to get rid of. If you want to get rid of a rich lady with real background, I don't know how much it will cost."

Dong Geqiu nodded: "Dad is right."

"Be more natural. I don't ask you to contribute to the Dong family, but I ask you not to be too much of a burden."

Dong Zhadan Dan said to his son: "You go out first, I have something to tell your mother."

After Dong Geqiu bowed his head and left, Dong Zhadan looked at his own woman again: "Zhao Wuji gave me a call and needed to borrow 500 people from us."

"Wuhuamen is ready to fight to the death with Longmen. Although there are more than 2,000 loyalists, they feel that it is not safe enough and hope that we can borrow troops to support them."

He looked more solemn: "He also said that he hopes to see my sincerity."

Mrs. Dong dispersed the anger of protecting her son, and her face became colder: "Two thousand people against more than 500 Longmen disciples, the chance of winning is at least 90%."

"He borrowed troops, nothing more than adding insurance, taking a reassurance pill, and borrowing our official relationship by the way."

"In other words, 90% of the 500 brothers we lent out are just going through the motions, the risk is not big, and we can borrow troops."

She pointed out the most critical thing: "Just the benefits?"