Just when the SNSD dormitory was once again filled with a fun and happy atmosphere, Zhang Zhengxun drove away in a hurry after receiving a phone call.
After a while, Zhang Zhengxun finally arrived at his destination after running through seven or eight red lights and successfully getting rid of the police.
A private hospital in Seoul.
When he got out of the car, he threw the keys to the "madman" who had been waiting for a long time, and said casually: "Help me deal with the police behind me."
Then he hurriedly ran into the hospital.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, "Madman" shook the key in his hand and threw it to his younger brother.
Without his instructions, the younger brother will naturally do it.
With a "bump", the door of a ward was pushed open by Zhang Zhengxun.
Looking up, his face changed and his cheeks squirmed.
It took him a long time before he walked into the ward tremblingly.
Mr.
Jiang was lying on the only hospital bed, his eyes closed and his expression peaceful.
His heart almost stopped, Zhang Zhengxun trembled and trembled with his lips, and took a step forward.
Just as he was about to blurt out the cry of pain accumulated in his chest, he heard the voice of "madman" behind him.
"Why are you standing there stupidly?
Mr.
Jiang is asleep?"
"Uh" Zhang Zhengxun turned around and glared at the "madman", "Why the hell did you tell me Mr.
Jiang?"
"I just said that Mr.
Jiang has a terminal illness, and I didn't say that he will die now."
"Crazy" still felt aggrieved.
It was late at night, and he was about to go to bed when he suddenly received a call from the company saying that Jiang Mr.
Jiang fainted in the singing studio.
If he hadn't immediately dropped everything and rushed over, Mr.
Jiang might have been finished long ago. but.
Although he felt unhappy, the "madman" could understand it, after all, for Zhang Zhengxun.
Mr.
Jiang is his mentor and the real first mentor.
His significance to Zhang Zhengxun can be imagined No wonder Zhang Zhengxun was so excited.
Although he breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Zhengxun's heart did not let go.
After quietly retreating from the door of the ward, Zhang Zhengxun couldn't help but ask: "What's going on?"
"I just found out too."
"Madman" recounted what the doctor said.
Zhang Zhengxun's expression froze, and then he sighed.
Overworked.
In fact, Jiang Lao's disease is not a big deal, and it is even easy to treat.
That is recuperation.
But just because this person is Mr.
Jiang, it becomes a big problem Mr.
Jiang has been busy and exhausted his whole life.
As I get older, I am still trying to regain my job in dz.
It can be said that while Mr.
Jiang was full of peaches and plums, he was overworked and getting older.
With the advent of various geriatric diseases, the body is gradually overwhelmed.
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But Mr.
Jiang never complained, and he never said to take a rest.
Although Zhang Zhengxun once warned Mr.
Jiang, it was obvious that the old man didn't care at all.
"Is Zhengxun Zhengxun?"
Mr.
Jiang's weak voice sounded in the room.
"Teacher" Zhang Zhengxun hurried in.
"Ahem, I'm old, I can't do it anymore."
Mr.
Jiang sat up with Zhang Zhengxun's help.
"Don't say that, teacher, you will never grow old."
Zhang Zhengxun sat on the edge of the bed and held Mr.
Jiang's hand, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Yes.
Mr.
Jiang is right, just judging from the appearance.
Mr.
Jiang, who has gray hair and temples, is completely old.
Especially at this time, an age spot the size of a fingernail had begun to appear on Mr.
Jiang's cheek.
You must know that although he is a behind-the-scenes person, as an old-timer, how could Mr.
Jiang not do maintenance work?
But even so, the age spots still grew uncontrollably.
How could it not make Zhang Zhengxun sad?
"Ahem, there's no need to comfort me.
I also know how my body is.
I've had symptoms before.
It's me.
Ahem, it's my old bones that refuse to accept old age and want to show off.
It turns out that I need to rest for a while.
It’s been a while.”
"It's okay, teacher, take more rest.
The company's position has been reserved for you.
When you are well, I will come again."
"No, cough."
Mr.
Jiang closed his eyes, leaned on the pillow, breathed a few times, and said weakly: "I know that my body won't get better for a while.
Since it's already gone, naturally I won't."
Holding the position, have you thought about who will be chosen after I leave?"
Zhang Zhengxun was silent.
In fact, even though Zhang Zhengxun was speeding on the way here, he never thought about the shortage of music producers in the company after Mr.
Jiang left this position.
But after thinking for a long time, Zhang Zhengxun found helplessly that there really was no suitable candidate.
It's a low-level person, let alone Zhang Zhengxun who can't afford to throw him away.
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Even if he wanted to use it, no one would dare to come in.
After all, this company has a music queen like Lee Hyori If you don’t have a certain psychological quality, you won’t dare to show up.
Can be of high level There are several diva-level music album producers who have reached the level of Lee Hyori But all of a sudden, Zhang Zhengxun was asked to invite Especially in the early days when Lee Hyori is about to hold her first concert in her life.
It's just adding insult to injury Seeing Zhang Zhengxun's silence, Mr.
Jiang smiled and then said, "I know you don't have a candidate, so I'll recommend someone to you."
"Teacher, please tell me."
"she" As his expression changed, Zhang Zhengxun's originally respectful face suddenly showed a hint of ferocity.
His chest rose and fell rapidly twice.
He closed his eyes and finally slowly exhaled the breath in his heart.
He said in a cold voice: "Teacher, there is no need to say that I will never see her again in this life.
She has nothing to do with me."
"What are you doing?"
He sighed sadly, and the only thing Mr.
Jiang could do was smile bitterly.
"Stop talking, you also know that since she announced that she has only one disciple, there is no longer any relationship between me and her."
"Is that girl really that important?"
"In this life, the first person I fell in love with was the little girl you talked about.
But in order to make me listen to her, she actually apologized to me and made me excited."
Suppressing the anguish in his heart, Zhang Zhengxun said no more.
"Since you don't want to, just go and rest.
Teacher, I'm tired too."
Mr.
Jiang slowly closed his eyes.
After saluting respectfully with "Teacher, take care and say goodbye", Zhang Zhengxun left the ward.
Seeing Zhang Zhengxun's figure disappearing from the door, Mr.
Jiang couldn't help but darken his expression.
"This kid is so strong."
As Mr.
Jiang sighed sadly and slowly closed his eyes, the ward fell into silence again.
"Huh" tugged on his tie.
Although Zhang Zhengxun was in a bad mood, he still asked someone to take care of Mr.
Jiang, and then drove away in "Madman's" car.
Zhang Zhengxun didn't know the make of the car, but he had to say that this "crazy" car was indeed fast enough.
When I think of that face that will never be forgotten, that voice that will never grow old, that face that time cannot leave any trace.
His heart hurt more and more Distraught, Zhang Zhengxun subconsciously started to accelerate.
Fortunately, it was almost late at night and the street lights had already been turned off, otherwise it would be strange if he stopped causing trouble at a speed that was gradually approaching 200 miles.
In order to be quiet, this private hospital is located in the suburbs even though it is in the Seoul area.
After Zhang Zhengxun accelerated for a while, he no longer knew where he ran.
Just when he was about to slow down and find someone to ask, a deafening sound suddenly sounded from behind.
Subconsciously, Zhang Zhengxun parked the car aside.
At this time, more than forty sports cars of various types drove past him one after another.
Perhaps it was because Zhang Zhengxun drove a good car.
In that convoy, a red sports car gradually stopped next to Zhang Zhengxun's car.
"Hey man, your car looks good, how dare you have an exciting ride?"
The window of the red sports car rolled down, and a young man chewing chewing gum and dressed in a killer look shouted to Zhang Zhengxun road.
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"How to stimulate?"
"Did you see the Death Ghost serial in front?"
Zhang Zhengxun looked in the direction of the young man's finger.
Although it was the middle of the night, there was a curve like a coiled snake a few kilometers ahead.
It should be what young people call the "Death Ghost Serial".
"We are going to compete there.
If we win," Zhang Zhengxun pulled his hand.
In Zhang Zhengxun's surprised eyes, a girl dressed as a young lady with thick smoky makeup was pulled into the arms of the young man, laughing and scolding her.
During the period, the young man was addicted to his hands.
Later, the young man continued: "Women and money, you can have whatever you want."
After taking one look at the little girl, Zhang Zhengxun knew that she was no better than a sleeping companion.
No, maybe not even as good as sleeping with a girl.
After all, people are just relying on their bodies in exchange for money to survive, but there is no trace of lack of money on this little girl.
Maybe, this is the so-called pursuit of excitement Zhang Zhengxun, who suddenly had an enlightenment, looked at the little girl with eyes filled with pity.
Such people have lost the enterprising spirit to fight for their abundant material life.
Perhaps only this so-called stimulating life can make them feel their existence.
Poor and sad However, it has nothing to do with Zhang Zhengxun after all.
I was about to refuse, but suddenly I thought, since I was so depressed just now, why didn't I vent it out?
You must know that for people who practice martial arts like him, if there are obstacles in their hearts and their thoughts cannot be understood, it can range from internal injuries and vomiting blood to severe mental disorders.
In that case, indulge yourself.
"How much is the money?"
Zhang Zhengxun's calm voice sounded.
"With one hundred million won, you can beat anyone as long as he wins the game.
You know the result."
The young man waved his hands wantonly and shouted happily.
"Yes, that's fine."
"Here comes another gogogo" The young man returned to the car with a smile, stepped on the brakes, and the car sped out like an arrow off the string
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