The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

"Hello."

Although he was in no mood to say hello, Zhang Kuang still responded out of politeness.

"I used to hurt myself because of anger and grievance, but later I found that this was really stupid." Lin Ming said.

Zhang Kuang snorted and didn't say anything.

Lin Ming didn't care and continued: "Do you need money?"

This abrupt question made Zhang Kuang frown immediately.

He looked at Lin Ming: "What do you do? Fundraising on the platform?"

Without waiting for Lin Ming to answer, Zhang Kuang sneered again: "Get out of here! Don't think I don't know what kind of morals you have. You use the life and death of patients as bargaining chips to make huge profits. Don't you think you have lost your conscience?"

"Those who donate are all out of kindness and kindness. You are good at using this kind of pity to make money. Sooner or later, the social atmosphere will be corrupted by you!"

"If one day, no one is willing to lend a hand, then you bastards have an unshirkable responsibility!"

This scolding made Lin Ming stunned.

He knew that Zhang Kuang was arrogant and could not tolerate any sand in his eyes.

But today he really saw it.

"No wonder he will be awarded the "National Scholar" medal in the future. This guy is not only capable, but also hates evil!" Lin Ming thought to himself.

For example, some platforms such as Di Chou and Song Chou have been exposed many times online for using public sympathy to make profits.

But normally, few people can resist this temptation in a family like Zhang Kuang.

After all, these platforms can really help patients raise money, even if the patients can only get 10%, it is better than nothing.

However, Zhang Kuang still refused without hesitation even though he knew all this, which shows how much he hates these black-hearted businessmen.

"No one's money comes from the wind. What I hate most in my life is people like you who use human nature to make money."

Zhang Kuang said impatiently: "I'm in a bad mood now, don't mess with me, I don't want to see you, get out of here!"

"I don't belong to any platform, you can control your temper first."

Lin Ming said lightly, and then opened the information he had prepared long ago.

"Zhang Kuang, 28 years old, unmarried."

"Graduated from Northern Ontario Medical University, first-class degree."

At this point, Lin Ming smiled: "I don't need to say more about family status, right? The facts are already in front of us."

"You investigated me? Who are you?!" Zhang Kuang's pupils shrank.

Lin Ming didn't beat around the bush: "My name is Lin Ming, I plan to open a pharmaceutical company. I heard that you have a lot of ideas about 'special cold medicine', so I invite you to join my team."

The first time Zhang Kuang heard this, he felt that the other party was teasing him!

From the moment he came up with the idea of ​​'special cold medicine', it seemed that he had become the biggest joke in the world.

He worked day and night to make plans and went to major pharmaceutical companies to apply for jobs, but without exception, he was kicked out.

Euphemistic, straightforward, sarcastic, mocking...

Zhang Kuang heard countless different voices.

His passion and ambition gradually faded in the midst of these voices.

Just today, after learning that his mother had leukemia, Zhang Kuang finally decided to stop fantasizing and find a job to earn money to treat his mother.

But at this moment, someone suddenly ran up to him and said that he wanted to invite him to develop a "special cold medicine"?

Accustomed to being rejected, Zhang Kuang had long believed that no one would believe him.

So, when Lin Ming said these words, Zhang Kuang was not only not surprised, but even more angry!

"It seems that you know everything about me?"

Zhang Kuang's forehead veins were exposed: "You can reject me, you can also mock me in secret, but why do you have to bring this disdain to the surface? Developing a "special cold medicine" is my dream. It's not enough for you to kick me out, you have to chase me and trample on my dreams and dignity to feel comfortable, right?!"

After various investigations on Zhang Kuang, Lin Ming could also understand his mood at the moment.

Especially since Lin Ming had already predicted that Zhang Kuang's mother had leukemia, it was even more impossible for him to be angry or dissatisfied with Zhang Kuang's words.

"Others think you are daydreaming,

But I, Lin Ming, have full confidence in you. Since you said that 'special cold medicine' is your dream, are you willing to give up your dream just like that? "Lin Ming said.

"What if I don't give up? Can dreams be eaten? !"

Zhang Kuang pointed at the door of the department and shouted: "Just now, the doctor told me that my mother has leukemia!"

"Leukemia! Do you know what this means? !"

"Even if it can be cured, it will cost an unimaginable amount of money, and I don't even have a thousand yuan on me now, and I can't even pay the deposit for hospitalization! ! !"

"What those pharmaceutical companies said is right, I, Zhang Kuang, am an arrogant, self-righteous, and self-defeating waste!"

"I don't even have the money to treat my mother's illness, what else can I do? I might as well die! "

Speaking of this, Zhang Kuang's eyes turned red and tears could not stop flowing out.

In him, Lin Ming seemed to see his former self.

The difference is that Zhang Kuang is more miserable, at least his parents are healthy.

"Whether your mother can treat her illness with peace of mind depends on you."

Lin Ming said solemnly: "I have never thought of trampling on your dreams and dignity. On the contrary, I respect everyone's dreams, because we all live for dreams. If a person has no dreams and repeats the same things all day long, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?"

If Zhang Kuang couldn't believe Lin Ming's words before.

Then these words really resonated with Zhang Kuang.

"You said it lightly. There are so many people in the world, more than 90% of them are in an infinite cycle. Don't they have dreams? Do they just want to be salted fish?"

Zhang Kuang looked at Lin Ming's serious look and sighed again: "I also want to stick to my dream, but every dream needs money to support it! Now that my mother has leukemia, I no longer have any extravagant hopes. The so-called "dream" may have a chance to come true in the future, but there is only one mother!"

"Filial piety comes first among all virtues. If you can do it, I will admire people like you."

Lin Ming was moved: "At first I doubted your character, but now it seems that I was judging you by my own standards."

Zhang Kuang shook his head slightly.

No matter how nice the words were, they would not make him feel the slightest bit of ripples.

All he thought about was how to get money to treat his mother's illness!

At this time, Lin Ming suddenly turned around and walked away.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Kuang asked subconsciously.

A deep sense of loss and sadness rose from his heart.

The other party's departure seemed to have completely taken away his dream.

"Want to catch up with your dream? Then follow me."

Lin Ming's voice shocked Zhang Kuang slightly.

He hesitated slightly, but finally followed.