The next day, and it was merely the second day, the whole of Yangzhou knew.
Liu Zhizhong fell ill with heart disease, and this thing is no trivial ailment!
Those who cared about him were, of course, incredibly anxious and couldn't get in touch, like Zhang Yuxing, who could only bottle up her feelings, and she even somewhat regretted, why hadn't she borne Liu Zhizhong a child?
Like Zhang Xueyao, who was infatuated with Liu Zhizhong, forever his little fangirl. She also didn't dare to show it, because her aunt's face had always looked terrible. Her aunt, of course, was the one who had approved Liu Zhizhong's sick leave, and after a meeting, she expressed her deep regret, saying to call a spade a spade, Liu Zhizhong was an exceptional talent, but it was truly a pity he contracted this disease.
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Like Zhang Qixiang, who could only keep it to herself, and was even given a meaningful glance by her brother.
That son of a bitch Zhang Hongyang, it was still Zhang Xueyao who told him, as their relationship had always been good.
At that time, Zhang Hongyang was still observing mourning in the Zhang Family Mansion, not having to worry about work in Shadong County. The Zhang Family Members were building their political achievements there, and now after purging a batch, everyone was obedient, following the procedures step by step.
After learning the news, Zhang Hongyang was elated, as if injected with adrenaline. He first called Qian Peng. At the time, Qian Peng was in the Shadong County Government, wielding the power of a junior county mayor, and his name carried weight.
Everyone knew that Qian Peng was the young secretary whom Zhang Hongyang deeply trusted.
Zhang Hongyang showered Qian Peng with praise, saying you're good, kid, this method is good, look, what's become of Liu Zhizhong now? Struck with heart disease, hey, this bastard probably won't ever be able to get back on his feet again, his health is shot, and that's the end of his career!
Qian Peng was excited too, eagerly bootlicking, which made Zhang Hongyang particularly pleased.
Turning around, Zhang Hongyang then made a private call to Limp Ma, directly hailing him as Master Ma, well done, it's a success.
Limp Ma, hearing this, assumed the guise of an old hand in the craft of Yin Yang Feng Shui, after a round of congratulations, he even said, "County Head Zhang, your mother-in-law just called me out of the blue, wanting me to help sort out Liu Zhizhong's fate, to change his luck!"
"To hell with changing! She shouldn't even dream of it! All she sees is Liu Zhizhong, her son-in-law, not me, Zhang Hong. Don't listen to her!" Zhang Hongyang was, of course, furious and even began to roar through clenched teeth, "I want that son of a bitch Liu Zhizhong to never be able to turn his life around! Master Ma, some things are better left to rot in your stomach forever, got it?"
"Heh heh, I know, I know... So, I declined her at the time, saying that I was in the Southern province, and I referred her to another Yin Yang Master, one of my apprentices, and off she went to find him."
"Ah~~~ that's right, indeed worthy of Master Ma, heh heh..."
After hanging up, Zhang Hongyang transferred fifty thousand yuan to Limp Ma as thanks and to keep his mouth shut!
People like Limp Ma certainly knew a thing or two about Yin Yang Feng Shui, but all this was an old feudal set of practices, just skills for a Taoist to make a living.
Whether it actually worked, he knew himself; it was mostly psychological suggestion. Of course, those in this line of work, as long as they didn't violate the rules and patterns left by the forefathers, had a substantial element of boasting; he had been boasting in Yangzhou for over forty years, and gradually, more people believed him.
If County Zhang was willing to pay, he was certainly willing to accept it. Just so happened, his daughter was studying abroad and needed living expenses.
With this money from Zhang Hongyang, he felt even more elated, heading straight to his wife Zhao Han's residence in the estate.
Zhao Han was observing mourning and naturally sleeping separately from him, in a room of her own.
At this time, Zhao Han was still napping when Zhang Hongyang banged loudly on the door to wake her up, excited beyond measure.
He stood outside the door, whispering to his groggy wife a few words, "Congratulations, you whore. Your lover Liu Zhizhong has now come down with heart disease and needs rest. His health, I'm afraid, is ruined. As for his career, the organization surely wouldn't dare give him significant responsibilities now! You two adulterers, be careful when you screw around from now on, wouldn't want Liu Zhizhong to suffer a heart attack on top of you and die. That'd sure be a sight, heh heh..."
What a twisted bastard, how did he become now?
Zhao Han actually heard about it from her mother last night, felt sorry for Liu Zhizhong, and had cried several times through the night, barely sleeping; she had only just made up some sleep at noon, and it was light.
At this moment, her husband said such disgusting words, she couldn't stand seeing him happy at this misfortune, and in a tense and suppressed voice, she angrily rebuked, "Zhang Hong, you scumbag, you're not human at all! Liu Zhizhong did so many things to help you earn a good reputation, and this is how you talk about him? Are you even human?"
Zhang Hong didn't get angry at all, whispering, "Don't get worked up; we're in mourning! Whether I'm human, I don't know, but I know you two aren't, an affair between a brother-in-law and his sister-in-law! Heh, I've come to terms with it now, I don't care anymore!"
Zhao Han was in extreme distress, couldn't bear seeing his smug face, and whispered back, "Do you think I wanted to be with Liu Zhizhong in the beginning? Wasn't it all because of your damn honey trap?"
Zhang Hong was taken aback, "What do you mean?"