Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 187 of 214
"Pass the word down—find that van right now," Baolin said to the lackey beside him. "And get someone to dig up whatever records there are on it."
At that moment Yang Ce was at Fang Tian's place, chatting idly with him. After finishing his call with Baolin, he said a word to Fang Tian and hurried out—and promptly ran straight into Dong Jun.
"Senior brother!" No matter how urgent things were, Yang Ce could not neglect his manners. He quickly halted and greeted him: "It's been a long time."
"Ha, Yang Ce, you're here too," Dong Jun said with a smile. "Perfect. Tonight the three of us—master and disciples—can get together and catch up."
Ever since Fang Tian had been released from the detention center, Dong Jun had never once been caught by the police for a botched job. It stood to reason, then, that his earlier failures had all been deliberate—his aim being simply to get inside the detention center and visit Fang Tian.
Yang Ce understood now. With Fang Tian's methods, the odds of being caught by the police were very small—so that was how it had been. Still, Dong Jun had not changed his old habits; he remained a chivalrous thief, and besides supporting a number of elderly people living alone, he also funded many children who had dropped out of school.
When the disaster area was struck by an earthquake a while back, he had donated a good deal of money as well.
"Brother Dong, I have something extremely urgent today. Another time," Yang Ce said. His mind was on Zhang Bin's safety—how could he be in the mood to drink and reminisce?
"Oh? That urgent?" Dong Jun was taken aback.
"A good friend of mine was beaten up. He's in the hospital right now, and I need to get there as fast as I can," Yang Ce said. It was no secret, so he saw no reason to hide it from Dong Jun.
"Come on, then—take my car. It's fast," Dong Jun said. "As it happens, I know people at the First Hospital."
"All right," Yang Ce said, slightly taken aback. Then: "Brother Dong, you have a car now?"
"Heh, just bought it. Picked it up from Europe—a limited-edition Ferrari," Dong Jun said. "Plenty of horsepower. Want to give it a try?"
"I'm not really used to driving sports cars. You drive," Yang Ce said, shaking his head.
Looking at the luxury sports car parked not far from the entrance, Yang Ce felt rather puzzled. So Dong Jun would spend big money on a sports car after all? He had always seemed rather shabby before.
"This model—this year's is the last batch. A discontinued car; they've stopped making them," Dong Jun said, using the remote to unlock the doors, then turning to Yang Ce.
"Oh." Yang Ce had no mind to appraise the car's value. His heart was set on Zhang Bin, and he only nodded perfunctorily.
The sports car had no plates yet, and Dong Jun drove like a maniac the whole way, running every red light. In no time they arrived at Songjiang First People's Hospital.
It was just as Dong Jun had said—from the hospital director down to the head nurse, Dong Jun knew them all. Yang Ce had long known that Dong Jun was well connected in Songjiang, but he had not known his connections ran this deep.
"Brother Dong, I have to say, you really are something. Even the people at the First Hospital all know you," Yang Ce said with sincere admiration.
"Hey, never mind the First Hospital—I know people at the Second, Third, and Fourth, and the Red Cross Hospital too," Dong Jun said, not without pride.
Zhang Bin's injuries were not serious. Both arms had been hurt while he was blocking blows—meaning Zhang Bin had not been the target. The aim had simply been to smash up the company. Had Zhang Bin not tried to stop them, he would not have been hurt at all.
This only made Yang Ce more puzzled. He had assumed Zhang Bin had offended someone while setting up the company, bringing this disaster down on himself—but now it seemed that was not the case.