Chapter 919 The Cat’s Revenge 10
Lost all 1.3 million? It's really 13 o'clock. The money you exchanged for your life is used to gamble, and it's gone in two days. This person is extremely stupid. Such a life is really worthless. I feel like I have lost money in exchange for it in the underworld.
When the robber saw the contract, his slightly cloudy eyes lit up. He grabbed the contract and looked up and down: "That's not right!"
"What's wrong?" Xi Ning is very patient. He has accumulated it from mission to mission. If it was Mo Ming, he might hit him with a fist. If he didn't do it, he would get out.
The robber turned the contract over and showed it to her: "The thirty-year contract is gone."
"Of course not." Xining said with a smile: "You have already signed for ten years, so the highest level left is naturally twenty years. If you want to sign, choose it."
In fact, this guy doesn't even look in the mirror. He looks unshaven now, and his beard and hair are already mixed with a few white strands, as if he is thirty-seven or eighteen years old.
Also, even if he looked in the mirror, he would think it was fatigue caused by two consecutive days of gambling.
The money really came in, and there was an extra two million in the bank account the next day. In this country, if a bank mistakenly transfers money to a private account, if it is discovered before the owner of the account discovers it, then the money can be transferred out. If it is discovered by the owner, the money will belong to the owner of the account.
He quickly transferred the money to an account. After completing the procedures, looking at the deposit amount, he still couldn't believe that he suddenly became a rich man. Only when he got his first money, paid off the debt that had troubled him for many years, and used the money to go to the best hotels to enjoy, did he believe that all this was true.
You know, just sign for thirty years, which is ten million.
The robber simply said: "Twenty years!" Ten years is two million, twenty years is five million, and five million is enough to comfortably last a lifetime.
"Have you thought about it?" Xining asked again.
"Think about it, hurry up." The robber was very impatient.
The only clause in the contract left was twenty years, and the others disappeared.
This time the robber pressed the bloody handprint happily and watched the contract fly up from his hand and disappear into the air.
"Okay, you can get five million tomorrow." Xining reminded kindly: "Are you going to gamble after you get the money? You have to know that you have nothing to exchange."
But what I got was contempt: "How I spend my money is my business, so mind your own business."
Xining shrugged. Well, good intentions are not rewarded. The dog bit Lu Dongbin, but she pretended that she didn't say anything.
After the robbers left, Xining received the payment notification. Her lifespan was exchanged for the power of faith, and 70% went to Pluto, and the remaining 30% was split between her and the God of the Universe. With a life span of twenty years, she can get 4.2 years. In other words, the faith in the account is enough for her to maintain the vitality required for normal activities for 4.2 years.
Including one, I earned a total of 6.3 years of faith power. I made a lot of money this time. No wonder Zhou Shen agreed to do this kind of business. It was so profitable.
Xining returned to the chair, picked up the coffee, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "A life without spirit is as humble as a weed, not worthy of pity."
The door opened again, and the old-fashioned doorbell rang loudly.
It was a middle-aged woman who walked in. Like many older women who don’t pay much attention to body maintenance, even if they were beautiful when they were young, they are so mediocre now that they can hardly look like they used to be.
She was wearing very cheap clothes, this kind of T-shirt and board shorts, which Xining also wore, when the gods wore them to hand out leaflets on the street.
And now Xining is wearing a very expensive custom-made evening dress. There are seven sets of clothes of various styles in the wardrobe above, and she will add more, until the number reaches thirty sets. From wearing one set one day a week to one set one day a month. If the body owner comes back and is happy, he can increase the number to 365 sets and change the clothes every day. Anyway, they have an infinite lifespan. These clothes will not be wasted. They will wear out and be replaced by new clothes slowly. At this time, the aunt looked around with restraint, and her eyes were attracted by the rows of statues of gods on the three walls.
Xining put down the coffee cup and stood up. The custom-made evening dress on her body ignores all her shortcomings and highlights her advantages. The matching ten-inch high heels will make your figure look taller.
When she walked over, the aunt was stunned, as if she was dreaming.
"How can I help you?" Xining asked with a smile. In her eyes, visitors are just guests, and everyone is the same, whether poor or rich. The power of faith does not matter who gives it. As long as it is the power of faith, it is the same. It only depends on the quantity.
The aunt seemed to be in her forties, and she looked as cautious as a hamster snooping around: "I, I just saw a person coming out of here, talking about getting money or something. I I thought this place was for blood collection.”
There are people who specialize in blood collection, and blood collection is paid.
"I'm sorry!" Auntie turned around and was about to leave when Xining called out to her.
"You need money very much, don't you?" Xining smiled: "We can indeed provide money here, but we don't need blood."
"Work?" The aunt said immediately and eagerly: "I can do anything, and I need money urgently. My son is sick and needs a lot of money to transfer to a private hospital."
Xining turned his head and looked at the crystal ball. A young man appeared in the crystal ball lying on the hospital bed. When the camera turned, the aunt was talking to the doctor. As soon as the doctor left, the aunt collapsed and squatted on the ground and cried.
Medical treatment here is free, but no matter what kind of disease you have to wait in line. If you get a serious illness, you have to wait or spend money to go to a private hospital. Here, even if you have a cold, you have to wait at least three days before prescribing the so-called free medicine. If you get a serious illness, it depends on whether you can survive long enough for surgery.
Otherwise, the income of private doctors here can match that of divorce lawyers.
Seeing Xining smiling but not answering, the aunt became nervous and asked tentatively: "Do you want an organ from me?"
She took a deep breath, as if she had decided something: "My liver and kidneys are both good."
Xining burst out laughing. It seemed that he was really short of money and went crazy. He asked: "You seem to be very knowledgeable about the market. So tell me, even if you sell your liver and kidneys, will it be enough for your son's medical expenses?"
The aunt's face suddenly darkened, it was definitely not enough. Even if she is sold, it will not be enough!
"How many do you need?" Xining asked.
The aunt's lips trembled: "The doctor said it's at least three hundred thousand, not including later treatment."
"Let me think about it..." Xining walked to a row of statues and looked around before choosing one. Then he went to the table and took out a contract.
"There are two ways to get money. The first is to get money quickly." Xining put the contract in front of the aunt: "Exchange life for money."
The aunt looked at the contract dumbfounded and did not accept it.
Xining simply let go of his hand and let the contract float in the air.
The contract clearly stated: "Twenty thousand dollars in six months, fifty thousand dollars in one year, three hundred thousand dollars in three years, six hundred thousand dollars in five years, two million dollars in ten years, and five hundred thousand dollars in twenty years." Thousands.”
(End of chapter)