There wasn’t ti to explain, the enormous pincers of that Harmonious God were about to strike down!
Xiao Ai seed not to have noticed Captain His Excellency’s wild thoughts, "I must remind you, even the cheapest targeted gene therapies are beyond what an Earthly tycoon can afford. Because our currency’s purchasing power is not equivalent to Earth’s."
"Got it, it’s like the difference between US dollars and Zimbabwean dollars."
After all that talk, Wang Hao had basically understood that the solutions provided by Xiao Ai were fundantally a huge loss.
This bad woman, she wanted him to lose money!
So, he could only go about it his own way now.
"I’ll just sell a month of my lifespan, recover the cost of a $5 coffee, and that’s that, right?"
...
After ending the discussion, he let ti flow again and said to Hong Botao, "Sir, after our detailed assessnt, you likely can’t afford the price of treating your physical illness."
"How... How much?" Hong Botao asked subconsciously, "How much do you want?"
"We don’t take money here, only so things that are more valuable. But I have a small trinket here that I’d like to sell you."
"A month of life, I wonder, would you like to trade?"
Hong Botao was stunned, watching the strange man grab a shiny, jelly-like object and toss it onto an ancient scale.
One side of the scale quickly sank.
"Life span?!"
A voice in his heart was shouting, that was life span!
Trust him!
Don’t have any doubts!
If he missed out, he would soon die.
He instinctively reached for the shiny trinket, but suddenly a strong sense of palpitation surged.
He stopped his hand, chuckling bitterly. In such a place, what self-protective power could a common man like him possess? Being able to sit here and trade was already an act of rcy from the other party.
Hong Botao chuckled bitterly, "Just one month? A month is too short. If you don’t want money, I don’t think I have anything else to pay with."
Wang Hao was silent for a mont, "I really only have a month of life span here."
"As for the paynt, don’t worry. I think that jade pendant you carry with you is quite nice."
Jade Pendant!
How did he know about that?
Hong Botao’s heart raced!
This matter had been hidden in his heart for thirty years, and he had never spoken of it to anyone.
When he was young, he had suffered for a ti and had helped a blind man during the most difficult period.
Before leaving, the blind man gave him a jade pendant, saying it would bring wealth and good luck. At the ti, he was skeptical but found the jade pendant to be quite nice-looking, so he carried it with him.
Life is always dramatic; ever since he got the jade pendant, his life really improved day by day, his business progressively booming, and he eventually beca a well-known business tycoon.
To give away the jade pendant would be to give away all his fortunes!
Just one month!
Hong Botao was silent, hesitating under the imnse pressure, breaking into a sweat.
His mind raced, could his success be all because of this jade pendant?
He didn’t believe it!
Fortune aids the bold, misfortune chains the hero’s hands.
The strength of a person is just as important.
Don’t other tycoons thrive without such a jade pendant?
So, for the sake of life, the jade pendant can be given!
"Can you add a little more?" Having co to this realization, Hong Botao squeezed out a smile.
Even with trepidation in his heart, he still brought out the shrewdness typical of a businessman, trying to bargain, "Your Excellency, a month is too short, it’s hardly enough ti to arrange my estate. My youngest son hasn’t been born yet... I want to see him."
Wang Hao was silent; he too felt a month of life was too short.
But he had no more of it.
"Mr. Hong, a month is not short, we can assure you that in that month, you will not die of illness and can live as a normal person."
"In that month, you can continue treatnt. What if you get cured?"
...
...
As Hong Botao and Old Wang haggled,
The first custor, 24-year-old Fu Liaoyi, was hiding in his room sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot flowing freely.
His girlfriend had run off with a man weighing two hundred pounds.
His mind was a blank.
What should he do now?!
Go back and beat up that adulterous couple?
Beat them until they’re bloody and then get locked up for a few years of reformation?
Quit the job, go ho, and just lie down?
Ask the two of them if they did it? Was it comfortable? What did it feel like? What’s it like being squashed by two hundred pounds?
His heart trembled, his breath grew rapid.
Fu Liaoyi pinched his own thigh hard but didn’t regain any sensation. He fumbled for the cigarettes he had just bought, taking big puffs. His lungs burned painfully, but the pain in his heart was even worse.
For a mont, his soul seed to have vanished!
"Cough cough cough!"
The harsh coughing and the cigarette burning his hand were what brought him back to the sensation of being alive.
Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flickered through his mind!
"Maybe, go back to that shop that sells desires?"
"Chatting with the shop owner might be good too!"
Once this thought appeared, it took root at the bottom of his heart.
Fu Liaoyi beca fixated, desperately wanting to find soone who could understand him, a confidant.
Desires, those potent desires that captivate the soul.
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