Chapter 57: Director Tang, you wouldn't want the matter of the BMW X5 to get out, would you? (Please keep reading!)

Ring, ring—

At 7:30 the next morning, Jiang Tao was awakened by his cell phone ringing.

Groggily picking up his phone to check, he saw the caller ID showed the nickname "Third Bro."

With a swipe of his finger, he answered the call, tossed the phone carelessly by the bed, and closed his eyes to linger a little longer in bed.

From the other end of the line came Jiang Bing’s voice, as hyperactive and pumped up as if she had been injected with adrenaline.

"Second Bro! You won't believe this! Our Ultraman hair clips sold out in a single day!"

"I believe it."

"A total of 10,248 pieces, completely sold out, not a single one left!"

"Not bad at all."

"We are absolute geniuses! We made a killing, Second Bro!!"

"Yep, absolute geniuses."

"Hey, Second Bro, your reaction is way too lukewarm! Show some enthusiasm!"

"How much do you need?"

"Hmph! No fun! I'm not talking to you anymore, I need to hurry up and arrange the shipments. Over 4,000 orders, it's insane! Gotta hang up now!"

"Don't hang up, don't hang up! When will the money actually arrive in the account?"

Jiang Tao opened his eyes, sat up in bed, and asked the question he cared about most.

Jiang Bing replied, "That's hard to say. The fastest is five or six days, and the slowest could take half a month."

"Fine, fine. Just hold onto it then, and don't give me my share until the full amount is cleared. Is the shipping fee enough? If not, I can transfer some to you first."

"Enough, enough. You don't need to worry about that, Second Bro. Just wait to split the cash! The only pity is that I'm afraid most of it won't arrive before the New Year."

"No worries, that won't stop your big brother from giving you a fat red envelope for the New Year."

*Hehe*, thanks, Second Bro~ You're truly my own brother!"

"Isn't that obvious! Alright, go do your thing, I'm hanging up."

Ending the call with Third Bro, Jiang Tao stretched lazily and was just about to get dressed and out of bed when another call came in.

Ring, ring—

Seeing the caller ID read "Her Ladyship, My Wife."

Jiang Tao raised an eyebrow. Had his silly wife finally remembered to report the good news of winning the lottery?

"Hey wife, early in the morning, is there some good news you want to..."

"Wuwuwu, hubby, I'm sorry, I... I lost that lottery ticket from yesterday, wuwuwu..."

"I was too careless, too stupid, please scold me, wuwuwu..."

Before Jiang Tao could finish his sentence, Xu Li’s sobbing voice came through the phone.

"Wife, don't cry, don't cry. It's just a lottery ticket, if it's lost, it's lost, no need to take it this hard."

Hearing Xu Li's cries, Jiang Tao no longer cared about any lottery ticket and hurriedly rushed to comfort her.

"Hubby, you should just scold me twice. If you don't scold me, I'll feel even worse inside."

"That was 30,000 yuan... enough for our family's allowance for a whole year."

It was clear that Xu Li was truly heartbroken and full of self-blame.

Xu Li hadn't slept a wink all night.

At three or four in the morning today, she had taken a flashlight and searched the entire route she had cycled yesterday.

Naturally, the result was that she found nothing.

After enduring a wave of endless self-blame, she finally dialed Jiang Tao's phone to confess her mistake.

Xu Li had no idea that her husband had already bound himself to a legendary system, making money hand over fist with the assistance of Brother System.

In her heart, her husband was still that little driver who worked hard every day hauling loads for a monthly salary of seven or eight thousand.

The recent money he made was simply due to good luck, and after the good luck passed, life would return to normal.

Thirty thousand yuan was roughly one-third of Jiang Tao's annual income!

Naturally, Xu Li felt she had committed a grave and unforgivable disaster!

"It's fine, it's just 30,000 yuan. If it's gone, we can earn it back. The sky is vast, but my wife is the most important!"

"Oh right, wife, there's another piece of good news I haven't had time to tell you yet."

"Third Bro and I..."

To dilute Xu Li's self-blame over the lost ticket, Jiang Tao forcefully shifted the topic.

He took the initiative to confess to Xu Li about how he and Jiang Bing had teamed up to sell Ultraman hair clips.

Upon hearing that the brother and sister had sold over 200,000 yuan worth of hair clips in just two days, and that her husband's share would be over 100,000 yuan, Xu Li's mood actually improved by a tiny fraction.

After a phone call lasting over half an hour, Jiang Tao finally coaxed Xu Li into a better mood.

After hanging up, he called his mother to ask her to pick up their daughter Jiang Xue for a day of fun, giving Xu Li a well-deserved day of rest.

With the New Year approaching, the old lady wasn't going out to work anyway, and she was quite happy to help take care of her granddaughter.

Having arranged things for his wife and child, Jiang Tao checked his phone; it was already 8:30 in the morning.

"Ah, what's meant to be will be; what's not meant to be, don't force it!"

"The 30,000 yuan that was practically in my hands just flew away!"

Though Jiang Tao felt a bit of a heartache over that 30,000 yuan, he felt even more for his wife.

What was done was done, and regrets or complaints were useless now.

He could only comfort himself by pretending he had never won the lottery in the first place.

"This box of tea is also worth 30,000; it can just barely make up for the loss..."

Jiang Tao packed the tea leaves Sun Xiaobao had given him yesterday into a shopping bag and headed out the door.

While eating breakfast at a breakfast shop in the urban village.

Jiang Tao chatted briefly with Wang Lianming on WeChat, asking for the phone number of Director Tang Yonghua.

About ten minutes later, just as Jiang Tao finished his breakfast, Wang Lianming sent him Tang Yonghua's phone number.

"138****"

Jiang Tao directly copied and pasted the number sent by Wang Lianming into his contacts, saving it under the name "Director Tang Yonghua."

Having obtained information about Tang Yonghua last night, Jiang Tao had already figured out how to use this intelligence to help Wang Lianming and his wife.

Therefore, Jiang Tao drafted a message on his phone, tapped send, and sent it directly to Tang Yonghua.

...

9:00 AM.

Beijing, Jishuitan Hospital, Oncology Department Director's Office.

After finishing the morning routine meeting and leading several attending physicians on a round of the wards, Tang Yonghua finally returned to his office.

*Ding-dong!*

Just as he sat down in the chair behind his desk, the phone in his pocket chimed with the notification sound of a new message.

Tang Yonghua didn't rush to check the message. Instead, he picked up the teacup on his desk, blew on it, took a few sips, and only then leisurely pulled out his phone to check.

"Director Tang, you wouldn't want the matter of the red BMW X5 to become public knowledge, would you?"

*Thud!!!*

Upon seeing the content of this message sent from an unknown number, the teacup in Tang Yonghua's hand instantly slipped from his palm and crashed onto the desk, producing a loud thud!

He felt his body grow somewhat stiff, his palms sweating, and a fine layer of beads of perspiration breaking out on his forehead.

His heart raced like a drum, pounding madly, instantly skyrocketing his heart rate to 150 or 160 beats per minute.

His wide eyes were filled with terror and anxiety.

His mind replayed his previous wrong decision over and over again.

Regret washed over him like a tidal wave, completely drowning him.

The ruddy complexion he had moments ago instantly turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly.

Without a doubt, if that BMW X5 affair were reported to the hospital's discipline inspection and supervision department,

Tang Yonghua's career as director would come to an abrupt end, his professional life instantly dead!

Tang Yonghua and the supplier were bound by shared interests.

He firmly believed that this leak definitely did not come from the supplier's side.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

With trembling fingers, Tang Yonghua drafted a message and hit send.

After the initial panic subsided, he realized that since the other party chose to communicate with him first, they probably didn't intend to push him to his death.

After a few rounds of back-and-forth, Tang Yonghua and the mysterious person on the other end exchanged seven or eight messages.

Ending the chat, the tense expression on Tang Yonghua's face relaxed somewhat, and the heart that had been hanging in his throat finally settled back into his chest.

He first deleted the entire chat history, then opened the workflow software on his computer and searched for the name He Fang.