Chapter 0408: Today You Ignore Me

Many people dislike walking at night, because they think that walking too often on dark roads might lead to encountering terrifying ghosts.

In fact, these people have no idea that the most terrifying thing in the world is not demons or ghosts, but the human heart.

Once the human heart becomes twisted, it can absolutely transform an ordinary person into a demon.

The reasons that drive a person's character to become twisted may be that the rich find life too boring, or that the poor can no longer survive. The former is often depicted in many movies, TV shows, and novels, while the latter—Zhao Fusheng has always believed that whether in modern times or ancient times, when a person cannot even afford to eat, it will undoubtedly lead to terrible consequences.

Zhang Qian was very poor. After all, in the year 2000, although many people in Ninghai still lived in hardship, most people would not resort to eating steamed buns with cold water.

Not to mention that to treat his elder's illness, he would surely give everything he had.

"Hmm?"

Zhao Fusheng stood at the entrance of the surgical ward. Just as he was about to enter, a surprised voice sounded behind him.

Turning around, he saw Zhang Qian standing there holding a few steamed buns.

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "You're still eating steamed buns?"

"None of your business," Zhang Qian replied coldly.

In his worldview, he and Zhao Fusheng were now even, since Zhao had given him a meal, he had saved Zhao once, and he had also accepted a few hundred yuan as payment.

In fact, this was precisely the reason Zhao Fusheng appreciated him. After all, a person who likes to be fair in his dealings is always easier to get along with than someone who constantly appeals to emotions.

These days, talking about money hurts feelings, but talking about feelings hurts more than just money.

"I have a job I want to recommend to you," Zhao Fusheng said calmly, without beating around the bush.

Zhang Qian walked toward the ward without lifting his head, leaving Zhao Fusheng with a back view and two hard words: "No way!"

Hearing those two words, Zhao Fusheng was so angry he nearly burst a vein.

Then he took a deep breath, trying to tell himself that all skilled masters are like this. Zhang Qian was clearly a tough guy who had been in the military, and might even have seen blood. He needed to be magnanimous and forgive him.

You see, the idea of a thousand-li horse and a Bole basically doesn't exist. The one or two examples in history were either huge coincidences or the result of one party's deliberate scheming.

No one is a fool. Even someone like Zhuge Liang, before he came out of seclusion to assist Liu Bei, kept everyone in suspense, mobilizing almost all his elders and friends, and putting on a grand show before finally setting out.

The same went for Zhao Fusheng. If Zhang Qian had not demonstrated formidable combat prowess in front of him, Zhao Fusheng might not have been tempted by Chen Jianmin's suggestion. But now, he truly wanted to recruit Zhang Qian.

Although Zhang Qian had a bad temper and was clearly the proud and arrogant type, character could still be changed later.

Just as even the most inexperienced woman, after going through several men, naturally learns to embrace all rivers and be tolerant.

And for men, after suffering a few losses and getting beaten a few times, they naturally learn to say the right things to the right people.

But for now, Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to waste more words with Zhang Qian. Watching his back, Zhao Fusheng shrugged and turned to leave.

Come on, he wasn't Jackie Chan, whom everyone respectfully called Big Brother. Where would he get such charisma that everyone would bow to him at first sight?

Of course, after leaving, Zhao Fusheng did not return to the ward. His mother and her girlfriends were still there, and if he went back, he would probably become a panda on display again. So he went straight to the surgical doctor's office.

To be precise, Chen Jianmin's office.

"So, have you made up your mind?" Chen Jianmin said with a smile when he saw Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, wanting to ask Director Chen if he had any interest in another promising career besides being a doctor. He could recommend a pseudonym for him, like Zheng Dongqiu.

"You shouldn't be asking me that," Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "I just don't understand, how did you get the idea that I could help them?"

"Fifty thousand yuan is not a small sum," Chen Jianmin said with a smile.

As a doctor, he had seen many people. The fact that Zhao Fusheng casually took out fifty thousand yuan to help a complete stranger was enough for Chen Jianmin to think that this young man was not a bad person.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, naturally understanding what Chen Jianmin meant.

After thinking for a moment, he said to Chen Jianmin, "Zhang Qian has a bit of a difficult personality. Besides, the old man just had surgery, so it's not suitable for him to go out to work. So I think we should wait a while."

This had occurred to him on the way over. After all, the old man had just had surgery and needed time to recover. Zhao Fusheng couldn't ask Zhang Qian to leave the old man unattended and come work for him.

Moreover, it seemed that Zhang Qian didn't have a very good impression of him and wasn't planning to work for him anyway.

Chen Jianmin frowned but said nothing. He watched as Zhao Fusheng left, as if the guy had come just to tell him this news.

Only after Zhao Fusheng disappeared from his sight did Chen Jianmin snap back to reality, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He wasn't stupid. If he still couldn't guess Zhao Fusheng's intention by now, he would be an idiot.

The guy wanted him to step in.

Thinking about it, it made sense. Given Zhang Qian's attitude, if he didn't tell him some things, Zhang Qian probably wouldn't even consider Zhao Fusheng's invitation.

In fact, Chen Jianmin had misunderstood Zhao Fusheng. He hadn't thought that far ahead. In Zhao Fusheng's view, expecting gratitude in return for a favor was a cheap move. He simply felt that Zhang Qian's current state of mind wasn't suitable for working for him, and it was better for him to take care of the old man.

There was still time. At worst, he could ask Zheng Yao for help, or keep letting Tan Kaixuan take the lead.

Zhao Fusheng never expected that Chen Jianmin would misinterpret his meaning and think that Zhao wanted him to intervene.

Just as Zhao Fusheng returned to Fan Beibei's ward, Chen Jianmin called the nurses' station and asked a nurse to summon Zhang Qian to his office.

"Xiao Zhang, have a seat," Chen Jianmin said with a smile, pointing to the sofa in front of him when Zhang Qian entered.

Zhang Qian stood there, hesitated, wiped the sofa first, then sat down on the edge, afraid of dirtying Chen Jianmin's sofa with his work clothes from the construction site.

Seeing this, Chen Jianmin sighed silently to himself, feeling more and more that his idea was correct.