Chapter 189 Millions
The student union's election meeting ended hastily in an incredible situation. Zhao Minglei made such a fool of himself in public. When he saw the school leaders and others avoiding him and hiding far away in the chaos, Zhao Minglei was anxious and angry. His face turned pale, then blue, and finally purple. His eyes rolled back and he fainted on the stage.
Even after he passed out, everyone could still clearly see that a sticky yellow liquid was still flowing out of Zhao Minglei's black suit pants. The liquid was as thick as oil and water, and emitted a unique smell.
At this time, Wei Qiang, who had calmed down a little, hurriedly asked the students around him if Zhao Minglei was sick. Even if he was incontinent, he wouldn't be like this, right? Now it seemed that he was completely out of his control. In any case, Zhao Minglei was a cadre of the Student Union and his classmate. He couldn't just let him lie there.
Wei Qiang called a few classmates to come forward, and while suppressing his nausea, he made a makeshift stretcher and carried the unconscious Zhao Minglei to the school infirmary. On the way there, Zhao Minglei, lying on the stretcher, was still dripping with those things oozing out of his lower body, and he closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale, and he looked like he was completely unconscious.
When they arrived at the infirmary, the school doctor had never seen such a case before. After a round of examination, they found no disease at all for Zhao Minglei. His heart and blood pressure were all normal. They even gave him several tablets of berberine, but Zhao Minglei still couldn't control the leakage.
In desperation, the school doctor could only wrap Zhao Minglei's lower body with gauze, just like a diaper for a baby who is still breastfeeding. Then he suggested sending Zhao Minglei to the hospital, as there was nothing he could do.
So, several classmates got a cart and took Zhao Minglei to a nearby hospital. However, the hospital's examination results were similar to those of the school doctor. They could not find any major problems at all. They had no choice but to issue a conclusion of so-called sphincter closure, and gave him an IV and asked him to lie down and rest to see what happened next.
In this way, Zhao Minglei, who was overwhelmed with shame, lay in the hospital to recuperate, and the scene that happened at the school's student union election meeting spread throughout the campus at a rapid speed. In less than half a day, everyone knew about it.
During dinner, many students gathered together in the cafeteria and whispered, with gloating smiles on their faces. However, when school teachers or unfamiliar people passed by, they changed the topic of conversation and talked seriously about studying.
When the person left, the topic shifted to today's big news. The person describing it was very excited, and the listeners were stunned and kept asking for details. Strangely enough, these students were still able to eat while talking about this topic, and their appetite was not affected at all while talking.
The same thing happened in Song Yuanchao's dormitory. Cheng Mengshan, one of the parties involved, was constantly questioned by others. Cheng Mengshan had no choice but to speak about it. However, his expression was too bland, not as tortuous and bizarre as described by other students. He just finished it with just a few words, which made everyone feel unsatisfied.
"This is how it happened. It's not as exaggerated as people say outside. Besides, Senior Zhao has been sent to the hospital. It's common for people to get sick from eating whole grains. This is an ordinary thing. It's enough for everyone to know about it. It's not good to spread it around." Cheng Mengshan emphasized very seriously. Seeing that everyone felt bored and dispersed, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Although today's election was not satisfactory, Cheng Mengshan personally has made a great leap in his life today, from an ordinary student cadre to the Student Union and becoming a member of the Student Union cadres.
Cheng Mengshan was somewhat satisfied with this, but the scene that happened at the venue not only shocked him, but also made him a little suspicious.
Subconsciously, Cheng Mengshan cast his gaze towards the bunk above him. The bunk above him was where Song Yuanchao sat. As Song Yuanchao's classmate and roommate, Cheng Mengshan knew something about the grudge between Song Yuanchao and Zhao Minglei. In addition, Song Yuanchao was at the scene again today, which made him wonder whether Zhao Minglei's incident was related to Song Yuanchao?
Thinking of this, Cheng Mengshan couldn't help but shook his head and smiled. How could this be possible? The hospital had already diagnosed Zhao Minglei's illness. Besides, Zhao Minglei and Song Yuanchao had not had much contact at all. Wei Qiang was present during their brief conversation.
Maybe this is all coincidence, Cheng Mengshan thought. Although he joined the student union with Zhao Minglei's help, it can be said that without Zhao Minglei, he would not have made the initial list, and naturally he would not have made it to the end. Now that he is a member of the student union cadres, Cheng Mengshan should be grateful to Zhao Minglei, but in fact, Cheng Mengshan's gratitude is not much. On the contrary, when he saw Zhao Minglei's embarrassment, Cheng Mengshan was shocked and felt a little excited and happy.
Song Yuanchao was not in the dormitory. He went out before dinner because someone invited him to dinner today.
This is a small restaurant. Luo Yang told me that the restaurant has been owned by several generations and has been around since the Guangxu period. The old owner passed away more than ten years ago and the restaurant was closed as private operations were not allowed. It was only reopened some time ago. The current owner is the son of the old owner.
This restaurant serves Huaiyang cuisine, which is rare in Yanjing. As a special dish for state banquets, Huaiyang cuisine is not very popular among northerners who prefer heavier tastes. However, the status of Huaiyang cuisine in provincial cuisine cannot be denied. Luo Yang specially invited Song Yuanchao here today, firstly to use this place to express his sincerity in treating him, and secondly because Song Yuanchao is from the south.
The host today is Luo Yang, and the guest is Song Yuanchao. There is no one else except the two of them.
When they arrived at the place, Luo Yang was afraid that Song Yuanchao would not find the place, so he waited at the door. Seeing Song Yuanchao coming, Luo Yang greeted him warmly. When they entered the restaurant, they saw that the area was not large. The whole store was only about 40 square meters, and there were two small private rooms in the back. Luo Yang booked a private room today and led Song Yuanchao directly to the back.
"I know your taste. Let's try some here today." After entering the house, Luo Yang sat down with a smile, and told the waiter who followed him in that the dishes were ready. Then he asked Song Yuanchao if he wanted something to drink. Song Yuanchao smiled and nodded. Luo Yang took out a bottle of Wuliangye from his bag like a magic trick and put it on the table.
"I got this bottle of wine from my dad, let's drink it today!" Luo Yang opened the bottle cap, picked up two wine glasses and filled them with wine, then picked up a glass and said to Song Yuanchao: "Old Song, I won't say anything else, everything is in this glass of wine!"
After saying that, Luo Yang raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then showed the empty wine cup to Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao smiled and picked up the other cup and drank it all in one gulp.
“Good wine!”
Song Yuanchao was also a person who had passed the "alcohol test". When he was a leader in his previous life, he drank a lot of good wine. However, this bottle of wine from Luo Yang tasted really good. It was much more comfortable to drink than those so-called high-end goods in later generations.
Wuliangye is a famous Chinese liquor and the best among liquors. In fact, many people in later generations admire Moutai, but they don’t know that Wuliangye was much more famous than Moutai before the 1990s. Moutai is easy to buy in the supply and marketing cooperatives, but Wuliangye is very popular. It is basically sold out as soon as it comes out, and Wuliangye is more expensive than Moutai.
It was only later that Moutai used commercial hype to gradually surpass Wuliangye, thus transforming itself into the so-called "national liquor". But now it is different. When people talk about good liquor, most people recognize Wuliangye but not Moutai. If you put a bottle of Moutai at a banquet, others may just nod their heads, but if you put a bottle of Wuliangye, their eyes will definitely light up.
"I want to thank you on behalf of everyone for this second glass." Luo Yang continued to fill it up and said as he picked up the wine again.
"Brother, even if the wine is good, you have to take it slow and drink it slowly." The food hasn't come yet, but Luo Yang has already drank two glasses in a row. Song Yuanchao couldn't help but persuade him.
"It's okay. This small cup of wine only holds less than one or two ounces of wine. You won't get drunk!" Luo Yang drank it all in one gulp. Song Yuanchao accompanied him to drink the second cup. After they put down the wine cup, the dishes came up.
"Come, try this. The cooking here is no worse than the Tan family cuisine at Yanjing Hotel." Picking up the chopsticks, Luo Yang said with a smile to the dish that had just been served.
Song Yuanchao became interested after hearing what he said. He took a bite and savored it. After a moment, he nodded and said, "The dish is really good. Great cooking!"
"Yeah, I didn't lie to you. I'm happy today, so eat more and drink more." Luo Yang said cheerfully and continued to fill up his and Song Yuanchao's glasses.
To be honest, Luo Yang had wanted to treat this dinner for a long time. It had been a month and a half since the end of February, and during this month and a half, Luo Yang had earned a fortune that he had never imagined before.
Although Luo Yang made a lot of money when he was doing black market business, he never expected that he could make more money by doing legitimate business than in the black market.
Not to mention the time when he was making fake collars, the fake collar business allowed Luo Yang to completely transform himself successfully, and in just a few months, he and his buddies Dabing, Junzi, Xiaoqiao all became millionaires.
But Luo Yang never expected that becoming a millionaire was just the beginning, and when Song Yuanchao gave him a new opportunity, everything became completely different.
Over the past month, Luo Yang . A few days ago, he did some accounting and was shocked by the amount of money on the account. Excluding the shares given to Dabing, Junzi, Xiaoqiao and even Sun Yaoliang and Li Xiaoyun, the money left for himself has exceeded one million yuan.
Millionaire, Luo Yang had only seen this term in books before, and it was used to describe the big capitalists in the Western world. But now Luo Yang did not expect that he would become a millionaire. Facing this result, Luo Yang felt as if he was in a dream.
