Ah Yong and Ah Xiong paused for a mont, then nodded with a wry smile.
"I know a bit about dicine," Ge Dongxu said, seeing the situation. "Please tell your boss that I'd be very happy to take a look at his son."
As the old saying goes, "A drop of water should be returned with a gushing spring."
That may be sowhat of an exaggeration, but if Ge Dongxu had not known that the person's son was ill, he would have just walked away today without going out of his way to express his gratitude, as after all, it was just a spare tire. To such great figures, it really wasn't much. But now that he knew the person's son was ill, and he just happened to be a highly skilled divine doctor, Ge Dongxu couldn't just sit by and do nothing.
"Thank you, but the young master's illness is very strange. These past few days, the boss has already consulted the best doctors both dostically and abroad, all to no avail," Ah Xiong said, pausing before he added with a wry smile.
The aning couldn't be clearer.
"I have quite the expertise in treating complicated diseases. Just because other doctors haven't been able to help your young master doesn't an I can't. Besides, taking a look doesn't cause any loss to your young master. On the contrary, it provides an additional chance," Ge Dongxu said.
If soone else had said this, Ah Xiong and Ah Yong would have scoffed, thinking that the person was naive and bragging without knowledge, but having witnessed the jade stone auction incident just now, they didn't dare underestimate Ge Dongxu.
"How should we address you?" Ah Xiong and Ah Yong exchanged glances, then asked.
"My na is Ge Dongxu," Ge Dongxu replied.
"So, you're Mr. Ge. My na is Ah Xiong and he's Ah Yong. Please trouble yourself to co up with us," Ah Xiong said.
"It's no trouble at all," Ge Dongxu said with a smile, then followed Ah Xiong and Ah Yong to the Audi parked outside of the venue.
The car wound its way up from a junction at the foot of the mountain village, heading towards the villa halfway up the mountain.
Watching the route, a reflective light flashed in Ge Dongxu's eyes.
The mountain was a small one, and in just three or four minutes, the car stopped in front of the villa halfway up the mountain.
Viewed from afar, the villa nestled among the mountains and forests, exuding an ancient charm. As the car stopped in front of the villa, this feeling of antiquity grew even stronger, making it feel as if one had traveled through ti.
The villa's yard was large, filled with an abundance of flowers, plants, trees, fruit trees, and it included ponds and rockeries, clearly belonging to a wealthy family.
But Ge Dongxu saw not only this but also the Feng Shui layout of the place. He noticed wisps of spiritual energy drifting from all directions towards it.
This indeed was an excellent place for cultivation, Ge Dongxu thought admiringly to himself.
"Since this is the secluded residence of an old senior, we shouldn't barge in. Please wait here for a mont, Mr. Ge, while I go inside and give notice," Ah Xiong said after parking the car.
"Of course," Ge Dongxu nodded in agreent.
"Thank you, Mr. Ge," Ah Xiong expressed his gratitude and then got out of the car to head into the yard, making his way to the villa.
In front of the villa stood two stern n.
"Are Master Gu and the madam inside? Is it convenient to go in now?" Ah Xiong asked.
"Master Yang has finished treating the young master and is now talking with Master Gu and the madam in the living room," one of the stern n replied.
Ah Xiong nodded at the response, then raised his hand to knock on the door and gently pushed it open as he walked in.
In the living room, Gu Yezeng, also known as Master Gu, was taking a call, his face looking terrible, while the madam was holding a little boy, tears falling like pearls.
Master Yang, Yang Yinhou, said nothing, just sitting quietly in his wheelchair, watching Gu Yezeng on the phone.
"Mr. Gu, there's no point in holding onto false hopes, you're only increasing your son's suffering!" The voice on the phone belonged to a man, filled with smugness and malice.
"So it's Mr. Kolster, is it just about the paltry investnt of fifteen million euros? Why bother going this far?" said Gu Yezeng.
"Actually, I didn't want it to co to this either. I had warned Mr. Gu, but it's a pity you didn't take my words seriously. I had no choice but to take this asure," Kolster replied.
"Mr. Kolster should know that I still have so influence in the Chinese circles, whether in Spain or in the Philippines. So if you have your man withdraw his evil magic now, there's still ti. I promise not to pursue matters afterward, and I will let you have the project in the Philippines," Gu Yezeng said with a dark expression.
"If Mr. Gu had spoken like this earlier, there wouldn't have been any trouble. But now, I can only regretfully tell you that it's definitely impossible to withdraw the witchcraft. After all, you've said yourself that you have so influence among the Chinese. So, I'm sorry, after you give up the project, I can only ensure that this Eastern witchcraft doesn't act up, and your son can grow up healthy and lively like any normal child. Rest assured, as long as my man does not activate it, I guarantee your son will be just like any normal person and won't be hard at all," Kolster said with a voice feigning 'regret' and 'sincerity'.
"Kolster, are you sure you want to do this?" Gu Yezeng asked.
"Don't you Chinese have a saying, 'Once the arrow is off the bowstring, it cannot return'? I quite like this saying," Kolster responded.
Upon hearing this, Gu Yezeng didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.
"Mr. Rivera, are you sure your witchcraft cannot be broken by anyone?" In a luxurious suite of a grand hotel in Manila, the capital of the Philippines, a blond man gently swirled his wine glass, looking at an old man embracing a blond woman on either side, his eyes showing a complex and conflicting mix of scorn and awe.
The scorn stemd from being a descendant of the Spaniards who had once ruled this land for over three hundred years, as Kolster felt a natural sense of superiority over the Filipinos. The awe was due to the fact that the elderly Filipino before him possessed a mystical yet eerie power.
The old man, dark-skinned and short, was as ordinary as any other Filipino elder. However, when he lifted his head to look at Kolster in response to his question, a cold breath emanated from him, giving the impression of facing a poisonous snake that made one's pores stand on end.
"Mr. Kolster, rest assured, I wouldn't joke about with my own life," Rivera replied.
During the three hundred plus years of Spanish rule, the Spaniards, finding it inconvenient to manage the local populace due to difficult-to-pronounce nas, required Filipinos to select a surna from a long list of Spanish surnas and stipulated that their descendants could not change it. Hence, although the elder was Filipino, he had a na that sounded very "Western" to the people of Huaxia Country.
"In that case, I won't disturb Mr. Rivera any longer." Kolster stood up and left the room.
No sooner had Kolster risen to leave than the old man tore off the scant clothes of the two blond won like a wild beast, exposing their snow-white, voluptuous bodies...
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