Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

The next morning, Huang Bingkun left the hospital, drove to Huaxingsheng Supermarket, bought two cans of malted milk powder and a bag of fruit, and returned to the county hospital. He then walked towards the ward he had asked the nurse about that morning.

When Huang Bingkun arrived at the ward where Liu Xingjun was in the orthopedics department, he took a deep breath in the corridor before knocking on the door and going in.

There were four beds in the ward. Liu Xingjun was assigned the one closest to the door. He was lying on the bed with his left leg in a sling, one hand in a cast, and an IV drip in the other. When Huang Bingkun came in carrying things, Liu Xingjun's mother and wife stood up and looked at Huang Bingkun warily.

"What are you doing here?" Liu Xingjun, lying on the hospital bed, asked in a hoarse voice, looking at Huang Bingkun with suppressed anger.

"One of our company's employees injured you. I've been busy with other things lately, and I only had time to come and visit you today," Huang Bingkun said as he walked over. Liu Xingjun's wife immediately turned around and walked to the other side of the hospital bed, as if Huang Bingkun was going to hit her.

Seeing Huang Bingkun place the things he was holding on the bedside table, Liu Xingjun angrily swept them all off the table. "I don't need your fake pity. Get out!"

"Brother Xingjun, don't get angry," Huang Bingkun said, looking at the fruit he had brought that had rolled all over the floor. He bent down to pick up the apples at his feet and put them back on the bedside table. Then he looked at Liu Xingjun's leg, which was still in a cast, and felt a little sorry for him.

"Brother Xingjun, I'm here today on behalf of Huaxing Real Estate to express my condolences to you and to discuss how to resolve this matter," Huang Bingkun pulled over a stool and sat down on his own.

"Hmph! Solve it? How do you want to solve it?"

Liu Xingjun pounded the bed frame and roared at Huang Bingkun, "Your men crippled my leg! I'll be a cripple for the rest of my life! You want to talk to me about a solution?!"

Hearing Liu Xingjun's angry roar, the nurse outside the ward walked in with a stern face and said to the agitated Liu Xingjun, "Patient, please keep your voice down and don't get too agitated. This is a hospital; don't disturb the other patients' rest!"

Huang Bingkun gestured apologetically to the nurse who came in, "Nurse, I will warn him."

"Patient, the doctor said not to move your leg too much, otherwise it will become dislocated and you'll need surgery again," the nurse said, looking at Liu Xingjun's mother and wife. "Family members, please try to control the patient's emotions. This is crucial for a successful surgery. If it becomes dislocated, the surgery will have been a waste!"

"Okay, okay, we'll be careful!"

After the nurse left, Huang Bingkun leaned on the bed and said to Liu Xingjun, "Brother Xingjun, I know you're very worried about your leg. I asked Director Wu for you, and he told me that your leg surgery was very successful. As long as you actively receive treatment, you can recover 80% of your previous function after recovery."

"As long as you don't do heavy physical labor, you'll be able to walk just like a normal person," Huang Bingkun said. "Our company will fully reimburse all your surgery and treatment costs, as well as subsequent nutritional and lost wages."

Liu Xingjun narrowed his eyes, his anger subsiding. He said coldly, "You'd be so kind. Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"Those guys who hit you were definitely in the wrong, and they've already been arrested by the district police. I'm here today to ask you, Xingjun, to help me write a letter of understanding. If you have any requests, feel free to tell me, and I'll try my best to fulfill them!"

"hehe!"

Liu Xingjun sneered, pointing at Huang Bingkun and saying, "Huang, you've come begging to me now? Weren't your lackeys so tough in front of my father? They said they'd demolish my house and demanded I write a letter of understanding to release them. No way!"

"Just you wait and see them get shot, hahaha! I'll lose a leg and be lame for the rest of my life, but in exchange for the lives of your lackeys, I've made a profit, hahaha!"

As Liu Xingjun smiled, tears involuntarily streamed down his face. His hand, which was receiving an IV drip, clenched into a fist so tightly that blood flowed back into the IV bag along the needle.

"Brother Xingjun, those guys may be a bit of a scoundrel, but they don't deserve to die. I'm not afraid for you to know that I've already asked Director Wang of the district public security bureau. If you refuse to issue a letter of understanding, they'll only be locked up for a few years at most before being released," Huang Bingkun said calmly to Liu Xingjun.

Huang Bingkun wasn't lying to Liu Xingjun. Given what Chen Dong and Chen Zaixing had been doing in Tuocheng, it was unrealistic to expect them to release the thugs who had assaulted people without saying a word. However, they certainly wouldn't be on the "crackdown" list.

Without the added prestige of a "crackdown," Liu Xingjun was only broken in one leg, two ribs, and one arm; it wasn't serious enough to warrant being taken to the execution ground for target practice.

Liu Xingjun's laughter stopped abruptly, followed by a violent cough. Perhaps the cough aggravated the wound on his ribs, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain. He raised his head and stared fiercely at Huang Bingkun.

"Brother Xingjun, our company said that money is negotiable and there's no need to go to extremes. The reason those guys went to block you was because your father stabbed one of our company's people first, which led to their violent act. Even the court will handle the matter accordingly."

"They're still young. Even if they're locked up for a few years, our company can still use them. But what about you? Aren't you thinking about your own future?"

Liu Xingjun didn't say anything more, just stared at the ceiling, his chest heaving violently. His wife stood by the bed, tears streaming down her face, wanting to say something but not daring to. His mother sat hunched over at the foot of the bed, twisting the hem of her clothes in her hands until her knuckles turned white.

After a long while, Liu Xingjun's wife timidly spoke up, "Um... Director Huang, that letter of understanding you mentioned, if we sign it, will they release them?"

Huang Bingkun shook his head. "How could we release you immediately? But with a letter of understanding, at least the sentence will be lighter. If you don't agree to sign the letter of understanding, you'll only get three to five years at most."

Liu Xingjun suddenly turned his head and stared at Huang Bingkun, "Three to five years? They broke my leg, so they'll only get three to five years!"

Huang Bingkun stared at Liu Xingjun, his voice not loud, but it instantly calmed Liu Xingjun's anger, which had been reignited. "Brother Xingjun, Huaxing Real Estate is a large company. We can afford lawyers. Besides, it was just a case of acting in the heat of the moment; it doesn't warrant the death penalty!"

"It's okay if you don't sign. We will still compensate you for what we owe. It's just a pity about your leg. You won't be able to do heavy work at the slaughterhouse anymore."

"You need to plan for your future, right? We're all adults. Don't act impulsively all the time. I came here today to talk to you first. Think it over carefully. Once you've made up your mind, come find me in the special care ward on the fifth floor."