Chapter 2, The Memories Lost in Those Two Years

"Hahaha, you can't handle it, can you? I can't keep up with you when it comes to foreign liquor, but when it comes to baijiu, I'll let you have three!" Sun Pangzi looked at the soundly sleeping Huang Ran and burst into laughter.

However, Zhang Zihua has not engaged in selling his kidney, as he truly cannot find a way to do so. In the end, just as he was about to post small advertisements for selling kidneys by the roadside, he suddenly remembered that when he used to suffer from headaches and fevers, he often saw such advertisements in the hospital's restroom.

Meng Qiqi shot a glance at Sun Pangzi and placed his portion of abalone in front of Zhang Zhiyan. He then said to Sun Pangzi: "If you don't spend a little money, you won't gain great wealth. Pangzi, with the assets you moved out from the polling bureau, you could eat for several lifetimes without losing weight. How about this: I will keep the assets from the polling bureau here for safekeeping, and I will cover your daily expenses as interest. After ten years, I will return everything to you intact. What do you think?"

Today is his first time at the hospital. Just as he came out of the restroom, he saw Sun Pangzi, who was dressed in a police uniform. Zhang Zihua had always thought that Sun Pangzi had fled after his incident, but upon meeting him now, he suddenly realized that Sun Pangzi was the undercover agent arranged by the police to be by his side.

Looking at the table full of fresh seafood, Fatty Sun frowned and said, "Is there anything interesting about the fish and shrimp here? I mentioned that last time we went to that halal restaurant, it was really good. Yet you all insisted on coming to this place for Cantonese cuisine." Although Fatty Sun said this, there was no hesitation when he picked up his chopsticks; in just a few bites, he had already devoured more than half of the roasted goose by himself

I will begin by saying: "Great Sage, I slept for two years. Two years after that, as soon as I woke up, the polling bureau had disbanded. What was the situation in the bureau during those two years?"

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Sun Pangzi let out a bitter laugh and said, "I don't have any family assets; those are all stored here by Old Wu and Er Yang. I wouldn't dare to touch them easily, let alone store them with you. Spicy, am I right?"

Upon hearing this number, Sun Pangzi smiled awkwardly and said to Zhang Zihua, "The number hasn't changed yet"

Sun Pangzi's eyes widened immediately: "This time it won't be an exception, this time it's AA. Everyone pays their own share. I haven't touched the abalone, whoever wants it can take it."

Sun Fatty and the man exchanged a glance, both momentarily taken aback, followed by expressions of embarrassment. The man who emerged from the restroom is named Zhang Zihua. Despite his current disheveled state, eight years ago he was a dominant figure in the underworld. Although he was involved in illicit activities, he was not a bad person at heart

As the dishes were successively brought to the table, Sun Pangzi began to slow down his pace of eating: "I’m not saying this, but do you really need to do it this way? We have shrimp, why order lobster? We should be enjoying our own food now, and it’s not like we have a public expense account to report to. We agreed, this is the last time, right"

That evening, I, along with Sun Pangzi and Huang Ran, arrived at a restaurant in the capital known for its expensive Cantonese cuisine. By the time we three arrived, Meng Qiqi and Zhang Zhiyan were already waiting in the private room; they had already ordered the dishes. As we entered, the first dish, roasted goose, was just being served.

However, it still left Meng Qiqi puzzled: "What am I? Please clarify your words"

In the initial days, the hospital issued dozens of critical condition notices for me each day. Later, Sun the Fatty became anxious. He personally stayed at the hospital, living and eating in my ward every day. Whenever he received a critical condition notice, he would tear it to shreds and throw it in the face of my attending physician, responding each time with a single phrase: "Sent to the wrong person, there is no such individual!"

After he finished laughing, I poured two cups of tea, handed one to Sun Pangzi, and drank one myself. After the tea went down, the feeling of drunkenness improved a bit. After chatting about a few trivial matters, we eventually ended up discussing the two years I was in a coma.

One day, half a year after I fell into a coma, Sun Pangzi returned from a meeting at the Ministry of Public Security and stopped by the hospital to see me. On that day, he was wearing the uniform of a second-level police inspector as he walked out of my hospital room. When he reached the elevator, he happened to see a thin, dark-skinned man in his fifties walking out of the restroom, pulling up his pants.

It has been just over three months since he was released from prison, but unexpectedly, everything has changed. The former underlings have either turned to legitimate paths or are still in prison following in his footsteps. A few who were doing well have already risen to become leaders, and when they see Zhang Zihua, there is no longer the warmth of the past

I found it somewhat difficult to accept what was said. Looking at Miss Meng, I said, "What do you mean by a variety? Speaking of which, you still..." I originally intended to mention her past life with Wu Rendi, but as soon as I started, I realized I had misspoken and immediately swallowed the rest of my words.

After I fell from the door panel mountain at https://www.hetushu.com, I remained unconscious for an extended period. Initially, I received basic treatment at a local hospital, and then I was flown back to the capital overnight on a special plane arranged by the Public Opinion Bureau. I was placed in a hospital renowned for treating trauma.

As soon as I finished speaking, Monchichi stared at the white hair on my head and said in surprise, "Aren't you all the same kind? Even you can't do it?"

Sun Pangzi did not hear clearly, furrowing his brow as he said: "It is to let you eat, but first tell me what you want to eat"

After the two exchanged glances for a while, before either of them could speak, they heard the angry shouts of the cleaning staff from the restroom: "Which shameless person has written the kidney-selling advertisement on the bathroom wall again, 13 × × × × × × × × ×, your kidneys are just waiting to rot in your belly"

Zhang Zhiyan continued to open his mouth but could not utter a sound. Finally, he stamped his foot and said: "Fin! Shark fin! Heavenly nine fins!" With each word he spoke, he stamped his foot vigorously, and by the time he finished these words, his right leg was numb from the stamping.

"Will eat" Sun Pangzi grinned and winked at Zhang Zhiyan, then turned to Meng Qiqi and said: "Miss, it's your turn, hurry up, the service staff is waiting!" While speaking, he had already handed over the menu and kept saying: "Shao Yiyi didn't come today, your tastes are similar, order a few dishes for her, and I'll take them back for her later"

Zhang Zhiyan opened his mouth towards Sun Pangzi, and after a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a word: "Wing..."

However, reality is often harsh. After arriving in the capital, Zhang Zihua had not found any means of employment. As time went on, he had nearly exhausted his funds. Just when he was about to reach a dead end, he saw a newspaper article about selling kidneys in exchange for mobile phones. At that moment, Zhang Zihua was already at his wit's end. He gritted his teeth, thinking that everyone has two kidneys; selling one could still allow him to get by. Selling it for over a hundred thousand to start a small business would be enough for the next life. At that moment, Zhang Zihua was already at his wit's end. He gritted his teeth, thinking that everyone has two kidneys; selling one could still allow him to get by. Selling it for over a hundred thousand to start a small business would be enough for the next life.

As soon as he finished speaking, the private room door opened again, and a waitress approached, taking five exquisite porcelain plates from the cart and placing them in front of the five of us: "Fresh Australian abalone, please enjoy, ladies and gentlemen..."

With these few people joking around, they managed to handle the situation. Instead, it made Miss Meng a bit concerned about Shao Yiyi. Not long after they finished eating, she took the packed food and went to find Shao Yiyi. Zhang Zhiyan, fearing that she was unfamiliar with the roads of the capital, willingly acted as the driver and took Miss Meng to her good friend Shao Yiyi's home

Sun Fatty looked at me with a somewhat tranquil gaze, suddenly grinning and saying, "You asked the right person about this. I’m not exaggerating; back in the day, there were indeed a few significant events in the bureau. At that time, Old Gao was completely focused on Lin Feng, and these matters were all handled by me personally..."

Just as I was about to call Sun the Fatty over to mediate, the usually quiet Huang the Fatty spoke up: "He said you are a rich second generation, spending money without a care. It's just a meal, after all. So, we don't need to split the bill or report it as a business expense. I'll cover this meal; if it's not enough, feel free to order more. Consider it an all-you-can-eat for today"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Upon hearing the words "all-you-can-eat," Sun Pangzi immediately became excited, shouting at the door, "Is anyone there? Bring over the menu!" After his shout, a service attendant walked in from outside. Sun Pangzi then turned to Zhang Zhiyan and said, "Little stutterer, is there anything you want to eat? I'm not saying this to be polite, but don't be too modest with Lao Huang; your choices are too cheap, and you might end up unhappy"

Confronted with this highly influential individual involved in medical disputes, my attending physicians were quite troubled. However, as my condition gradually stabilized, the relationship between Fatty Sun and several doctors also improved significantly. He moved out of my hospital room, but he still came by every day to exchange a few words with me

Zhang Zihua could no longer endure the humiliation, and he also did not wish to return to his old ways. Ultimately, he decided to go to the capital, intending to find a stable job and live a straightforward life for the rest of his days.

When Fatty Sun was speaking, I was just swallowing the last bite of abalone. After taking a sip of water to clear my throat, I followed up on Fatty Sun's words and said, "Who would dare to touch their things? Just the act of touching them would earn you a glare from those three for several days"

Perhaps it was due to the absence of pressure from the Deputy Director of the Polling Bureau, combined with having had a bit to drink. Sun, the hefty man, unusually opened up and recounted to me everything that had transpired in the Polling Bureau during the two years I was in a coma

Sun Pangzi graduated from the police academy and went undercover, with his first boss being Zhang Zihua. At that time, Zhang Zihua was blinded by greed and found Sun Pangzi quite agreeable, often sharing some undisclosed secrets with him after drinking. Thus, in a state of confusion, he ended up with a ten-year fixed-term imprisonment. After several reductions in sentence, Zhang Zihua spent eight years in prison

After they left, it was just me and Sun Panzai, and with Huang Ran joining us, we felt even less restrained in our drinking and eating. We kept drinking until after 11 o'clock, and all three of us were feeling a bit tipsy. Huang Ran was the first to succumb; his large body collapsed onto the table, and he instantly began to snore.