Five days have passed since the incident at the East Asia Hotel and Renxin Hospital. Zuo Zhong got a rare holiday. The last time he was so leisurely was when he was also lying in the hospital after the shooting at the safe spot.

For intelligence officers, perhaps only after being injured can they truly relax, which is temporary of course. Zuo Zhong took all the time to rest, sleeping and eating all day long, and putting aside his official duties.

With a salary of eighty yuan a month, Zuo Zhong felt that it was enough to work hard and forget about it after death. Besides, Gu Qi would be in charge of Corey's work, so there wouldn't be any big problems.

"Section Chief, it's time to take your medicine." The nurse came in carrying a tray.

Zuo Zhong opened his eyes and said lazily: "Where are you, Dean Ling? Are you messing with those new medical devices again? You are really heartless."

As a spy asset, Renxin Hospital was taken over by the Secret Service. The original doctors and nurses were screened and continued to be employed if there were no problems. If there were any doubts, they were directly fired and a detailed investigation was conducted.

As for whether the reception was against the rules, Liang Yuandong, who had seen the electric chair with his own eyes, had no objection. Since the owner had no objection, other forces that coveted these assets could only pretend not to see it.

And Ling Sanping directly became the dean from the medical director. In the future, if the personnel of the Secret Service are injured, they will not need to be sent to other hospitals for treatment. There is always no privacy and safety outside of their own place.

So after working for a long time, Zuo Zhong and the others went through life and death, and the biggest beneficiary was this guy Ling Sanping. He now spends all day around the high-end surgical equipment of Renxin Hospital without any distractions.

Even when Zuo Zhong was hospitalized, he didn't come to see him a few times. It was simply unreasonable. If it were any boss, such an ignorant bragging bastard would have been assigned to the Southwest Front a long time ago.

The nurse divided the pills and said with a smile: "Dean Ling is very busy. Although the equipment left by the Japanese is advanced, it is in a poor state of maintenance and must be repaired before it can be used.

Not to mention coming to see you, section chief, the dean even sleeps and eats in the equipment room now, and everyone is very worried. If you have the opportunity, you must persuade dean Ling, his health is the most important thing."

Zuo Zhong swallowed the vitamin tablet, drank a sip of water, and thought about what this little nurse said. There seemed to be something wrong. What do you mean, his health is the most important, and the health of the undergraduate is not important?

Just when I was about to say a few words, I looked up and saw that the little nurse had already run away. Zuo Zhong lay down on the bed with a sigh of relief. He wrote down another note in his notebook, "Wait, Ling Sanping, Gui Youguang, there will be a time for you to cry."

In the courtyard of Renxin Hospital, Dai Chunfeng stepped out of the car and smiled as he looked at the luxurious building. The Secret Service's family business was getting bigger and bigger, all thanks to his good student Shen Zhi.

In this case, the Secret Service benefited greatly. The most important fixed assets, the East Asia Hotel and Renxin Hospital, were pocketed by Dai Chunfeng, and countless amounts of money were seized.

Just relying on these industries, the Secret Service can raise its own funds. There is no need for Dai Chunfeng to flatter Director Chen. The three melons and two dates allocated for it are now completely ignored by Dai Chunfeng.

"Get your things. Shen Zhong was seriously injured this time, and these Tongrentang Siwu Soup will come in handy." Dai Chunfeng told his secretary Li Wei.

Li Wei bowed and nodded: "Yes, Sir, you really care about Section Chief Zuo. There are not many good bosses like you in the entire party and state."

Faced with his compliments, Dai Chunfeng's reaction was very indifferent. Compared with Shen Zhong, such flattery was a bit inferior to him. He lacked some naturalness. Li Wei still lacked training.

After thinking about it, he smoothed his hair and walked to the ward. Li Wei quickly followed behind with large and small bags of nutritional supplements. He was a little confused about the difference between him and Section Chief Zuo.

At this time, there were no external patients in Renxin Hospital. They were mostly injured and sick patients from the Secret Service. When they saw the chief minister arriving, the secret agents stood up and saluted one after another, and Dai Chunfeng's response was also very cordial.

"Okay, you are all meritorious ministers. You need to take good care of yourself and make new achievements. Sit down quickly."

"Li Wei, look, this is a warrior who is slightly injured and can't get out of the line of fire. Hurry up and lie down and rest."

Zuo Zhong was in bed in a daze when he heard a familiar voice outside. It seemed that Dai Chunfeng was coming. He quickly poured the water from the cup on his head and scratched his hair randomly.

As soon as he was ready, Dai Chunfeng, who was smiling, opened the door and walked in. He saw Zuo Zhong, who was sweating profusely in pain, and he was shocked. It looked like Shen Zhong's injuries were serious.

Some people said before that Zuo Zhong just accidentally broke his nose, but now it seems that this is pure nonsense. Looking at Shen Zhong's haggard look, he must have suffered internal injuries due to the explosion. It was too dangerous.

He walked quickly to the hospital bed, took Zuo Zhong's hand, and said movedly: "Shen Zhong, you must pay attention to safety in your actions in the future. If something happens, let the teacher explain it to your family."

Zuo Zhong pinched his thigh hard and said with tears in his eyes: "Teacher, you are fighting against a man named Wen. The students are humble and can't help you much. We can only capture a few more spies to strengthen the teacher's reputation."

Dai Chunfeng sighed. If anyone among the secret agents knows him best, it must be Shen Zhi. Even if he is busy with the case, he will not forget his affairs. This is loyalty and a good student.

He patted Zuo Zhong's hand: "Shen Zhong, let's leave it like this for now. As the saying goes, it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Let's let the man named Wen go first, and then deal with him when there is a suitable opportunity.

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Regret appeared on Zuo Zhong's face, and he knew in his heart that Lao Dai must have been deceived. It would be easy for the other party to deal with Dai Chunfeng. Saying two unintentional words in front of his bald head every day was enough to give him a headache.

Thinking of the follow-up of the case, he quickly pretended to be out of breath: "Teacher, how do members of the East Asia Club deal with it, and how does Dean Wang explain his relationship with Liang Yuandong?"

Dai Chunfeng saw that Zuo Zhong was injured and did not forget to work. He felt in his heart that if half, no, one-third of the officials of the party and state were as dedicated as Shen Zhong, why would Japanese spies and underground parties have anything to fear.

He first talked about Dean Wang: "Wang went to Lushan after the incident. It is said that when he saw the Chairman, he burst into tears and said that he had been deceived and bewitched, and he was willing to go abroad again for visits and inspections."

Zuo Zhong sighed in his heart. It was now a critical moment in the Southwest War. In front of the underground party, the formidable enemy, the bald man would not go to war. His purpose was to beat and warn Wang.

Sure enough, Dai Chunfeng looked disdainful: "The Chairman Wen Yan comforted him and asked him to read more of Mr. Zeng's family letters. When Mr. Wang returned to Jinling, he closed the door and thanked the guests. He even ignored his secretary Zhou Longyang."

Zuo Zhong also showed contempt. As a leader, you must have courage. How can an officer who can neither protect his confidants nor take responsibility be able to convince the people? It's really a mistake.

Dai Chunfeng stopped talking about Dean Wang and brought up a difficult matter: "All the officials involved in the case have been arrested, but some people have unusual backgrounds. The chaos in Jinling these days is because of this matter.

There are important people here, including me, and even the chairman of the committee, asking for mercy, so I am very troubled now. The chairman of the committee is dissatisfied if the matter is handled lightly, and the relatives of those officials are dissatisfied if the handling is harsh."

Dai Chunfeng did have the goal of being bald as his first requirement, but he was not a fool. If he really wanted to go on a killing spree, he might be shot the next day, and the Secret Service would have countless more enemies.

Zuo Zhong showed an expression as expected on his face. He coughed twice and said with difficulty: "Teacher, my opinion is that the Secret Service has become a big force and is attracting attention. We must handle this case with caution and stay out of it."

"Oh? Shen Zhi, do you have any idea?"

Dai Chunfeng was a little surprised. As a student, he was always resourceful, and he might be able to come up with a best-of-both-worlds solution to help him solve this problem.

Zuo Zhong whispered two words: "Exchange."

exchange?

Dai Chunfeng thought for a while, who to exchange with, what to exchange, and if the Secret Service had anything to exchange with him, the results of the case could not be exchanged. Private giving and receiving was a taboo in officialdom.

Zuo Zhong explained in a low voice: "Teacher, we have advantages that other parties do not have, such as the extent of the involvement of the officials involved in the case, whether they are traitors to the country, etc. This information is the bargaining chip.

If someone wants these official positions, let them come forward to promote it. You only need to disclose this information and sell personal favors. The outcome of the officials involved has nothing to do with the Secret Service."

Dai Chunfeng was silent for a while after hearing this. Zuo Zhong was trying to divert trouble to others and kill people with a borrowed knife, so that he could also gain the gratitude of some people. The only unlucky people with this method would be the officials involved in the case.

But what does this have to do with him? They colluded with the Japanese, squandered public funds, were corrupt, and it was their own fault that they were killed. The chairman of the committee must be satisfied with this result.

It's just that we have to find a suitable person to handle this matter, otherwise it will be troublesome if the matter gets out. He walked around the ward several times, and looked back to see that Zuo Zhong, who was weak, had not spoken after all.

It would be difficult for Zuo Zhong to walk, let alone work, but who else could take on this important task? Dai Chunfeng looked out the window and fell into thinking again.

Li Wei on the side finally understood, no wonder Zuo Zhong was trusted by Dai Chunfeng, so could he do something to tell everyone that Zuo Zhong was not the only one who had the courage to do things, but also Li Wei.

Immediately he respectfully asked for instructions: "Virgin, you can leave this matter to me. Firstly, my humble position will make me less conspicuous. Secondly, I can pretend to be a tiger and use your power to prevent the other party from taking it lightly."

Dai Chunfeng glanced at him, Li Wei? His secretary was from his hometown and was shrewd and reliable. It was indeed appropriate for him to handle this matter on his behalf.

I just don’t know if he can find a breakthrough in complex interpersonal relationships. This is very important, so as not to cause trouble by not eating the fox.

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Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."

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A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way than this.

There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".

If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem.

past.

Shakespeare expressed this concept very clearly in his section on the seven stages of life, and many Chinese writers have said similar things.

It is strange that Shakespeare did not become a person rich in religious concepts, nor did he show much concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;
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