"What, acute cerebral hemorrhage!?"
Ai Su Su almost stood up, her face turning pale, and hurriedly said to Qin Heng, "Qin Heng, please save Qingqing's father! This illness is very serious!"
Cerebral hemorrhage, also known as intracerebral hemorrhage, refers to bleeding caused by the rupture of non-traumatic blood vessels within the brain tissue. It accounts for 20% to 30% of all strokes, with an acute phase mortality rate of 30% to 40%. It could be said to be an extrely serious acute illness.
Just monts ago, Mo Qing received a phone call. Her father had already been admitted to the intensive care unit, and a critical illness notice had been issued. Basically, it was as if the hospital was telling her family to prepare for her father's funeral. His life was hanging by a thread! It truly was a life-and-death situation!
"My grace is not so easily borne," Qin Heng stated, his expression as tranquil as an ancient well. Looking at Mo Qing, he continued, "I want you to do sothing for ."
"Just say it! As long as it's within my power—no, even if it's not, I will risk everything to do it!" Mo Qing knelt on the ground, her gaze sincerely fixed on Qin Heng. She was overco with anxiety. No matter what Qin Heng asked of her, she would agree without hesitation, as long as it could save her father.
Mo Qing's background was one of hardship. Her mother was chronically ill and frail, unable to work. The family relied solely on her father's support, which had to cover her mother's dical treatnts and Mo Qing's tuition. Mo Qing lived very frugally. Her trip to Golden Mountain's Sun Gazing Peak was for a photography competition at school. With the wealthy Ai Su Su tagging along, she went to take photos there, hoping to win a prize and subsidize her family's expenses. But unexpectedly, the news of her father's critical condition suddenly arrived, shattering her emotionally on the spot.
With her father incapacitated, the future of Mo Qing's family would beco extrely difficult.
"I will give you an investnt to start a company, and you must increase this investnt a hundredfold within three years," Qin Heng said indifferently, "This investnt is one hundred million yuan!"
Silence! Utter silence!
As soon as Qin Heng spoke, he stunned both Mo Qing and Ai Su Su beside her. Both looked at him, disbelieving.
An investnt of one hundred million yuan!? Directly investing one hundred million yuan—heavens!? Both were sowhat dazed, their faces expressing complete incredulity.
For ordinary people, one hundred million yuan was indeed an astronomical figure. Assuming an annual inco of two hundred thousand yuan—which was already considered a very good inco for ordinary people—how long would it take to earn one hundred million yuan? Five hundred years! A whole five hundred years! Yet, when Qin Heng said it, a hundred million yuan sounded as trivial as one or two, offered so casually without a care in the world. Heavens! Are all Immortals this wealthy?
"I… I didn't hear wrong, did I?" Mo Qing wondered if she had misheard. Looking at Qin Heng, she asked, "The thing you want
to agree to… is to give
an investnt of one hundred million yuan to start a company!?"
This was too outrageous! Where in the world could there be such a good thing? Not only promising to save a life but also to invest one hundred million yuan—could there really be such a thing as pie falling from the sky!?
"Three years later, if you do not et the target, I will take back everything I have given you," Qin Heng said to Mo Qing, his eyes bearing a hint of mockery, "Including the life I save this ti."
Upon hearing this, Mo Qing felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Including the life he was saving this ti! This ant if she didn't et the goal he set, three years later, her father would still die—and perhaps he wouldn't even know any of this!
The youth before her! He was a true Immortal, wielding power that could nearly destroy heaven and earth! Mo Qing recalled the previous battle between Qin Heng and the Boundless Vajra Sect. The fearso power, like that of Heavenly Might, was so fresh in her mory that not even the legendary Immortal Gods could compare.
"But, to increase one hundred million by tenfold in three years, how could that possibly be achieved!" Ai Su Su exclaid. She felt this was completely impossible. One hundred tis one hundred million—that was ten billion!
That's too exaggerated! To earn ten billion in three years! This truly reached the pinnacle of exaggeration. It would seem far-fetched even in a dream!
"I… I agree!" Mo Qing bit her red lip lightly, her gaze unwaveringly firm as she said, "I agree to your terms. If I don't earn ten billion in three years, I will co to you and seek punishnt myself!"
"Qingqing, ten billion in three years! How is that even possible!" Ai Su Su still found it incredibly hard to believe. Looking towards Qin Heng, she asked, "Can't we change the condition? This is just too preposterous!"
Ten billion! This wasn't just a hundred yuan; it was ten billion yuan! An ordinary person with an annual inco of two hundred thousand would have to work for fifty thousand years to achieve it! In the conventional archaeological worldview, this was like the ti it took to get from the Stone Age to modern society, yet Mo Qing was only given three years! How could that be possible?! It was simply an impossible task!
"Su Su, you have to have faith in ," Mo Qing smiled and then said to Qin Heng, "I hope to work in the field of ancient artifact trade. Would that be possible?"
"Whatever industry you choose to pursue is for you to decide. I will only look at the results after three years." Qin Heng nodded slightly and said, "Just na the place, and I will take you there right now!"
"In Xijing City's First Hospital, the Intensive Care Unit!" Mo Qing replied hastily. Her emotions had almost stabilized now that Qin Heng had agreed to help. In her view, soone as godlike as Qin Heng could surely bring her critically ill father back to life with just his intervention.
Three years to turn one hundred million into ten billion! For others, it might be as impossible as ascending to the heavens, but for Mo Qing, it was not impossible because she possessed a pair of special eyes. These eyes could see the ancient aura of objects! With the right approach, it would be easy to spot bargains in the antique market. A single such find could an profits multiplied by thousands, or even tens of thousands! With one hundred million as the starting capital, there was a very high hope of turning it into ten billion in three years!
Qin Heng had seen this potential in her, which is why he put forward such a requirent. Moreover, Mo Qing's choice to work in the ancient artifacts industry essentially ant helping
gather ancient artifacts! It could help
explore the many secrets hidden in past history!
Besides, there was another very important reason! Mo Qing's eyes! In the Immortal Cultivation World, these were known as the 'Eyes of the Age,' capable of ascertaining an object's age, which wasn't considered very useful. But they were the rudintary form of the Eye of Chronos, ranked third among the top ten magical eyes in the Immortal Cultivation World! Once the Eye of Chronos was fully realized, one could peer through ti, observe the future, and inspect the past with limitless power. It allowed one to instantly understand all of an adversary's moves—an invincible ability! In my previous life, during the Returning to Empty phase, I fought against an Earth Immortal of the Union path who possessed the Eye of Chronos. It took considerable effort to slay my opponent! It was undoubtedly an extrely powerful bloodline! Now, with an investnt of just one hundred million, I can win over a future owner of the Eye of Chronos. Three years later, I can reap assets worth ten billion and unravel the secrets of many relics! Three gains in one coup! It's truly worth it!!
Qin Heng led Mo Qing and Ai Su Su to Xijing City's First Hospital. They headed towards the Intensive Care Unit.
But when they arrived at the door, they found that a crowd had already gathered in front of the ICU. Several doctors and nurses were cornered against the wall by these people, unable to attend to the patients.
A tall, middle-aged man pointed at the dical staff and bellowed, "Today, if any of you dare treat that bastard Mo Cheng, this hospital will be shut down tomorrow!"
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