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"He is my father."
In a light word,
But it seems to have a deafening effect.
The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a bite of one himself, and gave one to Zhou Ze and the old Taoist.
The old man didn't move.
Zhou Ze calmly took the cigarette and lit it.
"Well, have you considered it?" The middle-aged man continued to persuade, "Don't worry, I won't cheat you, I can show you the list I placed, and then you can place the same time with me. "
"You are such a good son."
Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring and said.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and sneered, "This deal, whether to do it or not, let's talk."
He is not stupid, of course he can hear the irony in Zhou Ze's words.
"Follow, why not follow." Zhou Ze said.
"Okay, five thousand, isn't it expensive? You have already placed one hundred thousand, two orders, one hundred thousand, and another five thousand will make you a steady profit."
Mentioning money, the middle-aged man became excited and didn't mind Zhou Ze's previous ridicule at all.
"What if your father can't make it through?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No way, he is my father, and he also knows that I have placed a bet. Don't worry, I will encourage him and let him persevere. Even if he dies, he will die after getting some points."
The middle-aged man has an expression that everything is under control,
this moment,
It seems that father and son are really connected,
The strong father-son friendship has permeated, and people can't help but move and sigh.
"It's uncertain when a person will die." Zhou Ze reminded, "It's not certain even if it's a ghost."
Ghosts, you can't take the life of a living person casually. Of course, it's not impossible, but the price is too high. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your life forever.
"Hehe, if you have the ability, let the ghost messenger take my father away now."
The middle-aged man spit out another mouthful of thick phlegm, then took out his mobile phone,
"You can transfer the money to me directly, and I will show you my list as soon as the money is transferred."
"Pindao transfer your code, hello!"
The old Taoist directly clenched his fist and threw it at his forehead.
"boom!"
The middle-aged man was stunned by the punch and fell to the ground. He stood up and wanted to resist, but the old Taoist stared at him like a bull.
He is cowardly,
You really can't expect a man who relies on his father's life to make a fortune to have much backbone and vigor.
"You wait, you hit someone, right? I'll call the police!"
The man immediately went to touch the mobile phone he had just dropped on the ground.
"Report, we'll wait."
Zhou Ze said.
The man's eyelids twitched. He didn't dare to call the police. He really didn't dare. Immediately, he picked up his mobile phone, glanced at the old man, then walked into the house, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.
The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, turned around dejectedly, looked at Zhou Ze, and said:
"Boss, I'm sorry, Pindao is impulsive."
"It's okay." Zhou Ze didn't care, and asked, "Why are you suddenly excited?"
"The biggest regret of Pindao's life is that when my father was dying, Pindao was out of town, and he didn't have time to come back to see him for the last time.
The words of this bastard really disgusted the poor, he was a complete beast, his conscience was eaten by dogs, and he took his father's life to make money. "
Zhou Ze shook the soot, but said nothing.
"Boss, don't you have any other feelings?" The old man pursed his lips and asked, "This kind of beast, no one would like it?"
"I am an orphan."
"" the old man said.
Zhou Ze smiled, exhaled a smoke ring, and said: "Actually, I have seen many similar things in the hospital. At first, I couldn't understand it.
Even, very angry.
There are no filial sons in front of the long-term sick bed. Of course, there are indeed many unfilial sons, but most of them actually want to treat their family members.
Although national medical insurance and rural social security have been popularized, and medical conditions are improving year by year, if you really suffer from those terminal or severe diseases, it is tantamount to throwing money into a bottomless pit. "
Zhou Ze threw out the cigarette butt in his hand and made a "smashing" motion.
"Life is more important than money."?
scare you to death!
Wait, what seems wrong?
"This is not a place to see a doctor. If you want to see a doctor, you have to go to other places. Also, this is a private place, you are not allowed to visit, just walk around"
The security guards were not seasoned at all, and came up directly to chase people away.
Zhou Ze looked at the big clock placed at the entrance of the hospital hall, silently lost in thought.
The old man stepped forward, made direct physical contact with the security guard, and collided with each other.
My boss is doing something very importanthe's in a daze, but you can't bother!
"Do you want to do it?" The security guard pointed at the old man.
"Come on, try it!" The old man went back.
Boxing kung fu, the veteran is really not afraid!
"Do you know what this hospital does?" Zhou Ze asked, looking at the big clock.
"Fuck your ass, this is a crematorium, and it has nothing to do with you. If you are sensible, get out of here. If you lose your bet, don't come here to make trouble, go to the banker!"
The security yelled directly.
Zhou Ze nodded,
It seems that he knows.
Then Zhou Ze reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder,
"Let's go."
"Boss, why are you so cowardly today Take a breath, haha, it's better not to fight, it's better not to fight, everyone makes money by harmony, and wealth by harmony."
The old Taoist laughed, and then followed Zhou Ze out.
The security guard glanced at the two people who walked out, and let out a "hum" in his nose.
Walking to the street outside the door, Zhou Ze lit another cigarette.
The old man is a little wilted,
I always feel that this boss is not as uplifting as the previous boss. If it is the previous boss, when the previous boss forced him to say "he is my father", the previous boss probably immediately asked his father to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man.
The boss in front of him is very disciplined and self-disciplined.
"He is a living person and is not under my control." Zhou Ze explained.
"Yes." The old man replied weakly.
"Old Daoist, I don't like this place very much."
Zhou Ze said.
"The poor Taoist doesn't like it either." The old Taoist echoed.
"What time is it?" Zhou Ze asked again.
"Four forty-three."
Zhou Ze nodded with a cigarette in his hand, and said:
"It's coming out."
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The security guard picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Hey, what about the monitoring room? The two people who just came in were chased away by me. They don't seem to be looking for trouble after losing money."
Just as he finished speaking, dense noises suddenly came from the intercom.
"Hello? Hello?" The security patted the walkie-talkie, "What a broken machine."
"Boomboom"
The big bell next to me rang,
The security guard turned his head subconsciously, then frowned, then scratched his head and moved closer, damn it, it's not the hour, why are you knocking?
Four forty-threefour minutes.
At this moment, the security guard suddenly saw the sound of gears rubbing inside the big clock. The sound was loud and terrifying.
It also has a texture of crushing and splashing juice, as if a large piece of pork is stirred in a blender.
Confused, the security guard took a step back subconsciously,
Immediately afterwards,
He saw from the great clock,
Slowly stretch out a hand,
This hand seemed to have just been crushed by gears, it was completely bloody, and there was a dense layer of small holes on it.
The meat maggots poke their heads in the small holes,
This picture,
Definitely a nightmare for trypophobia sufferers.
The surrounding temperature,
suddenly lowered down,
Gives people the illusion of falling into an ice cellar.
The security guard was so frightened that his body began to tremble, he wanted to run, he wanted to shout, but at this moment his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.
This hand slowly grabbed the security guard's neck,
A terrible force came from the arm, pulling the guard closer to the big clock.
The security guard's face was squeezed against the outer wall of the big clock, and his face was almost deformed.
A gloomy and trembling voice came from the intercom:
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