In addition, the dress is also extremely ordinary. Many people show a suspicious look and think that this is a passer-by who wants to join the fun, or a reporter who wants to muddle through.


    "How can you prove that you know Professor Zhao?" Asked the man who stopped the road.


    Huo Bufan was stunned when asked. How to prove it? Does this thing need proof?


    Although the other party''s request was unreasonable, Huo Bufan was not angry. He took out his mobile phone and directly dialed Tang Shiming: "I went outside the ward, but someone stopped me from passing."


    "Wait a minute, I''ll go right away." Tang Shiming responded.


    Before long, Tang Shiming came over. Along the way, many people stopped him and asked about Zhao Yongan.


    Tang Shiming casually perfunctorily said that the professor was in good condition and there was no need to worry.


    When he came to Huo Bufan, Tang Shiming said, "come with me."


    The man who stopped Huo Bufan just now didn''t stop him, but one of the people standing next asked, "Shiming, who is this?"


    "He is a friend of the professor in the bookstore, Mr. Li Shuheng." Tang Shiming replied.


    "Hello, Mr. Li. I''m Bao Di. I didn''t ask where Mr. Li is?" The man reached over and asked.


    Based on politeness, Huo Bufan shook hands with him and replied, "work in Ji''s branch."


    The Ji family?


    Hearing this answer, several people around lost interest. The Ji family is one of the big families in China, but it is not the top. Even the middle is very reluctant.


    Among the people present, there are many more powerful forces than Ji''s family.


    Moreover, the principals of Ji''s branch are all family children. If Huo Bufan said his surname was Li, he would not be a descendant of Ji''s family, and his position in the company could not be too high.


    As for what Tang Shiming said about meeting Zhao Yongan in the bookstore, they have nothing to question.


    Zhao Yongan has never paid attention to his family background. He can talk to dignitaries and cleaners. It''s not uncommon for people who sell flowers and grass to be invited home for dinner.


    Most of the people who come to see Zhao Yongan have power and power. Those at the level of Huo Bufan are not qualified to enter the ward under normal circumstances.


    It''s like being stopped just now. If Tang Shiming hadn''t come to lead the way, he would have to stand.


    Under the leadership of Tang Shiming, Huo Bufan came outside the ward. Tang Shiming didn''t let him in. He only said, "the professor is talking to people inside. Let''s go in later."


    Huo Bufan nodded and stood obediently at the door of the ward waiting.


    Next to several people who were also waiting, they looked at him curiously, and then took the initiative to shake hands and ask for identity.


    After learning that Huo Bufan was only an assistant of Ji''s branch and met Zhao Yongan in the bookstore, they also immediately lost interest.


    Not everyone who knows Zhao Yongan is worth making friends with.


    Huo Bufan didn''t care about this situation. He came here because of Zhao Yongan, not because of others. It doesn''t matter what others think of him.


    At this time, there was a quarrel in the ward: "teacher, the older you are, the more confused you are. Why should you donate it to the museum and keep it yourself?"


    "Yes, those things are all your life''s hard work and are invaluable. Donate it to the museum, but there''s nothing left! "


    Huo Bufan and others subconsciously looked inside through the glass frame of the ward door and saw four or five people standing in front of the hospital bed arguing with Zhao Yongan.


    Don''t ask anyone. Huo Bufan also knows the identity of those people. From left to right, they are called "Shang Quanming, Miao Yike, Shi Dongfeng and Deng ronghua."


    These four are Zhao Yongan''s students, and belong to the top kind, with a high status. A random person can cause a lot of vibration in China by stamping his feet.


    They are more or less present in various industries and fields.


    Zhao Yongan''s network of contacts is the heaviest among these four people, so they are also the most advanced ward people.


    I thought it would be a warm picture of the relationship between teachers and students. Who knows, I just went in for more than ten minutes and quarreled.


    The meaning of listening to them should be related to the antique stationery collected by Zhao Yongan.


    Miao Yike, with his shawl hair and looks uninhibited, said, "teacher, you said we should help rebuild the house. In fact, even if we don''t get a penny, we should help. However, you just said that a gentleman loves money and takes it in a right way. Did you go a little too far when you said that we didn''t get the right money. Since you think we''re making dirty money, why do you ask us for help? "


    Zhao Yongan on the hospital bed, with bandages on his arms and legs, looked bad. He straightened up, looked embarrassed, and was a little angry: "I''m teaching you the truth of being a man. Money can be earned, but you can''t ignore your conscience in order to make money!"


    "Teacher, I can''t listen to you. What is making money without conscience? To tell you the truth, you were a teacher in those years. Although your ancestors left a little industry, you were just cold bricks and dead things. Can you afford so many antique stationery with your teaching salary? It''s not because we all know that you like these things, so we give them two at New Year''s festivals. Later, you used your fame to buy high and sell low in exchange for such a big family business. You don''t have any children. We do everything on weekdays. Don''t you say a word more? Now it''s better to say that we earn money without conscience. That''s too bad. "


    The speaker this time is Shi Dongfeng, the boss of a large state-owned enterprise. He is also the oldest of the four. He is 60 years old and close to the retirement age.


    He usually speaks very kindly. Now he is so angry. It is estimated that Zhao Yongan''s words are really a little too ugly.


    "OK, do you feel unhappy that my house and antiques have been burned by a fire, and other things have to be donated to the museum and asked you to help rebuild the house? What a nice thing to say before. I''m a teacher for one day and a father for life. What else do I say to raise my old age and end my life. I can see clearly. It''s all nonsense! You also like that thing in my hand. Now you know you can''t get it, so you don''t bother to deal with me, a bad old man. OK, since you don''t want to, get out! Go as far as you can! I don''t believe it. Without you, I can''t find anyone to borrow money to build a house! "


    Zhao Yong''an clapped the bed board angrily and shouted, "Tang Shiming! Tang Shiming! Come in here and blow them away! "


    Tang Shiming pushed the door in and said to Shi Dongfeng, "guys, you''d better go first."


    "Just go. Why? Why?" Miao Yike was very dissatisfied and took the lead in leaving. He opened the door of the sick room so hard that the door directly hit the wall and made a loud noise, attracting more people''s attention.


    Later, Shi Dongfeng and Quan Ming also left one after another. Deng ronghua, who looked fat, sighed at Zhao Yongan: "teacher, why do you need this. In fact, they don''t want much. Just like Lao Miao, they just like your inkstone from the Song Dynasty. It''s not an essential precious cultural relic. What can you lose if you give it to him? "


    "Get out of here!" Zhao Yongan angrily picked up the pillow and hit him, scolding: "even if I smashed all those things, I won''t give you a penny! Get out of here! "


    Deng ronghua was also very angry. He kicked away the pillow he fell from his body, and then walked out of the ward.


    The other three have gone out. Some familiar people don''t understand and ask, "Mr. Shi, what''s the matter? How can you be so atmospheric with Mr. Zhao."


    Shi Dongfeng said with a gloomy face, "didn''t the teacher''s ancestral house burn down? He wants us to help rebuild it. Lao Miao said that he could not borrow the money. As long as the teacher was willing to give him the inkstone of the Song Dynasty, it was up to him. In fact, it''s no big deal. The inkstone of the Song Dynasty broke the sky for only one or two million, but can the teacher''s house be built for one or two million? Lao Miao also gave a lot of face, but the teacher opened his mouth and scolded us for the black money we made, which lost our conscience. Tell me, what''s all this! We were kind-hearted and wanted to help, but we scolded us. It''s really stupid! "