Song Xiaobao sobbed several times in a difficult manner, intermittently and difficult to explain the matter.

Wei Zhiyuan had packed up after hearing her halfway and stood up: "Don't touch her, have you called an ambulance? Not yet? Scream quickly, calm down, why are you crying? There are thousands of dollars in cash in the cabinet under the living room. When the ambulance comes, don't forget to bring the money with you. Did you hear it? Wait until I'll go there..."

Old Mrs. Song was quickly sent to the hospital. When Wei Zhiyuan arrived, she had been pushed into the operating room.

Xiaobao raised his rabbit-like eyes and looked up at Wei Zhiyuan blankly.

Wei Zhiyuan tried to dial Wei Qian's phone number and turned on the phone, but no one answered.

Wei Zhiyuan breathed gently: "Tell me, what happened at that time?"

Song Xiaobao found the backbone and explained the cause and effect.

Wei Zhiyuan finished listening silently, feeling that Old Lady Song was not a minor problem, and this time he might not be able to be in danger.

He stood up and patted Xiaobao's head: "Okay, I understand, it's okay, don't be afraid, you're here to guard me, I'll go out and get some money."

Xiaobao looked at his back with tears in his eyes, feeling that he was becoming more and more like his elder brother.

Wei Qian had already arrived in City C, and after finding a hotel, he left straight to the project site. His mobile phone landed in the hotel, and missed several calls from Wei Zhiyuan.

Mr. Zhang and Lao Xiong were walking in front, and Mr. Zhang was bragging, such as building a golf course, a hot spring sanatorium, and no matter how to introduce anti-cancer physiotherapy from Japan or South Korea, it was a mess.

They walked to a high place and looked down and found that there were sparsely populated areas of economic forests on the hillside, and there were almost no houses. Only a little further downward were farmers farming.

Sanpang and Wei Qian were two steps behind, and Wei Qian whispered: "I think they are all redundant."

Sanpang sighed: "Don't let it go, at least it's just a sanitation, and you can buy some fresh fruits to go back. Why is this Brother Zhang's whimsical disease worse than last time he met him?"

Wei Qian smiled and was about to answer when the old bear in front suddenly turned his head, and Wei Qian saw his side face expression.

Wei Qian's expression suddenly froze. After several years of cooperation in the wind and rain, he could already judge what he was thinking through Lao Xiong's expression - why, what do you mean? Can't Lao Xiong hear that this project is unreliable?

Does he mean that this time he will lead everyone to jump into the fire pit?

However, Lao Xiong was calm after all. Even though his expression and expression had betrayed him from an acquaintance, he still held him on the same day and did not give a positive or negative answer. He just ruled to Mr. Zhang and said he would study it again.

Wei Qian was anxious to see what was wrong with Lao Xiong's mind when he saw the dozen or so unanswered phones he was stuck in the hotel bed.

Old Mrs. Song had a sudden cerebral infarction. After a long operation time, she was pushed out and transferred directly to the intensive care unit, life and death were unknown.

The money Wei Zhiyuan just received came in handy.
Chapter completed!