“Gamble your life
Fighting underworld boxing, the kind where you sign a life and death agreement?"
"No, of course not that kind, sir. I can guarantee you've never seen one."
The old Taoist became interested. He had been wandering for half his life and could be considered a wandering person. Although he was dressed in Taoist robes and came from a Taoist family, what kind of lowly things and unconventional practices had he not seen in his generation
Even if you haven’t eaten pork, have you seen a pig run
"Haha, why don't you tell me about it? I really don't believe I haven't seen it before."
The old Taoist lifted up his Taoist robe with an immortal look.
"Let me make it clear in advance that the minimum investment here is 50,000." The man looked at the old Taoist and said, "You don't have to worry about me cheating you of your money. Our business is very big now, and we only take a commission, so whether you win or lose, our platform agency will make a profit."
The old Taoist snorted, obviously, he was unwilling to pay this money.
He had done a lot of cheating and deceiving things, so naturally he didn't want to be pecked in the eyes by sparrows when he was old. Moreover, he was very particular about his purse.
"I'm interested." Zhou Ze suddenly said.
Yes,
He is interested.
Whether it was the old woman from last night,
Or was he the good policeman who was sent to hell by himself
They all asked themselves the question "gambling with their lives", either indirectly or directly.
Zhou Ze really wanted to see what this gambling with life was like.
Here, there are already five or six souls who have gone to hell because of "gambling with their lives".
this,
What kind of game is it
The man glanced at Zhou Ze, who was sitting there looking a little sick.
The disgust is palpable.
He looks good, quite handsome.
But at first glance, it was a bookstore clerk.
You are interested,
hehe,
Do you have money
This was not explicitly stated.
But the expression and eyes are already very clear.
You are a poor person.
I have seen countless people, how could I be wrong
Zhou Ze licked his lips.
I want to laugh to ease the embarrassment.
Suddenly I felt that it might be awkward to laugh at this time when Bai Yingying and the old Taoist were present;
But when I don't know whether to laugh or not,
It’s actually more embarrassing…
Then,
So angry,
I want to send you to hell.
How dare you embarrass me!
When the old Taoist saw that his boss's expression was not right, his heart skipped a beat.
As a veteran who has served two "ghost bosses", he has rich experience in flattering ghosts!
At the moment,
He slammed the table.
Directly:
"Fuck it, it's only 50,000 yuan, just sprinkle some water, no problem;
Don't look down on others. I will transfer money to you and I am not afraid that you will fool me.
Those who dare to fool me,
I have a way to send him to hell!"
The old Taoist smiled, showing his white teeth.
"Okay, go to hell if you want." The man took out his cell phone, "I'll open an account for you first, and you can just put the money in."
The man didn't think there was anything wrong with the threat of going to hell. He thought the Taoist was talking in underworld slang, meaning that if you dare to fool me, I will kill you.
I guess the man never dreamed that
In this bookstore,
Help people go to hell,
This is a real income-generating project.
"Open two accounts and I'll give you 100,000 yuan."
The old Taoist transferred the money without hesitation, then walked up to Zhou Ze and, with a grin, invited the boss to come and see what this life-gambling game looked like.
He was really not afraid that this guy would default on his debt.
As the saying goes,
It's easier to meet the King of Hell than to deal with the little ghosts.
Of course, you can't say these words to your boss, otherwise you might not even know how you died.
Unfortunately, the old Taoist didn't know that he had been on the verge of death several times in the past two days, first by volunteering to help Zhou Ze rub his back, then by giving him an electric wheelchair and playing in the mud.
"Where did you get so much money?"
Zhou Ze asked.
"It's back on air. There were a lot of tips yesterday." The old Taoist explained.
There's something wrong with this world.
There is really a problem!
Even someone as calm and composed as Dr. Zhou couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
My neighbor Xu Qinglang is very rich.
My maid is very rich.
My wife is rich.
alright,
The Taoist priest that I took in could easily come up with one hundred thousand!
Look at myself again, I am still in debt.
The man was very happy that he had attracted two more customers. He immediately pointed his notebook at them and began to explain in detail and the specific gameplay, while saying:
"Don't worry, this game is absolutely exciting. This is a high-end game that truly belongs to the rich, because in this game, you can bet on other people's lives and decide their lives.
How about it,
Does it feel like being a ghost messenger?"
The man made a joke which he thought was humorous.
The old Taoist's mouth twitched when he heard this.
"Haha." Zhou Ze.
… …
"Boss, we really should bring Bai Yingying here. It will be more convenient for her to serve you."
The old Taoist was very conscious this time. He let Zhou Ze walk forward with his crutches and did not foolishly offer to let Zhou Ze carry on his back.
"Since she came, there's no one looking after the bookstore." Zhou Ze replied.
"Ah, isn't there Miss Tang?"
"She watches the store?"
Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist looked at Zhou Ze.
Both of them shook their heads silently.
alright,
No more talking.
Everything is implied.
Imagine Miss Tang Shi looking after the store alone.
I guess if a grumpy customer comes in and asks for coffee or a book,
A pen might fly over and prick someone into briquettes.
"Boss, be careful ahead, it's a little shaky."
Zhou Ze leaned on his cane and looked around.
This is a location in Tongcheng urban area. It is not very remote, but a bit far from the city center and belongs to the old city area. There are several small clinics and hospitals here, as well as many hotels.
Of course, these small hospitals don’t look that formal.
There aren't many people walking on the street. If you have a sensitive nose, you can smell some disinfectant. In short, this place gives people an uncomfortable feeling.
"The address is here, right?" Zhou Ze said.
"Yes, it should be here."
The two of them walked into the alley together. There was a different world inside the alley with many doors. Zhou Ze and the old Taoist knocked on a door with the number 203.
Soon, a middle-aged man opened the door. He had a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Zhou Ze and the old Taoist.
"Show me the account number." said the middle-aged man.
"Here." The old Taoist handed him the phone.
The other party checked it, nodded, and smiled, "You have already placed your bets, without even taking a look?"
"That's why I came to take a look." The old Taoist explained.
"Okay, come in."
The middle-aged man stepped aside, coughed, spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and then wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
Zhou Ze and the old Taoist walked in. It was a bit cramped inside, with a spring bed and a lot of instruments placed beside the bed. It was a bit like the intensive care unit in a hospital. Of course, it was much simpler than the intensive care unit.
At the same time, there are two cameras installed in the corners of the wall, which can monitor every corner of the house in all directions without blind spots.
An old man was lying there, very skinny, like a mummy lying under a pyramid. Even his skin had turned dark brown.
A bed,
An old man,
It profoundly interprets an idiom - the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.
There was half a bowl of porridge on the bedside table.
The old man squinted his eyes, opening them from time to time, but he didn't pay attention to Zhou Ze and the old Taoist who came in. He seemed to be used to it, and thought that people must come in to see him like this often.
Come and see him,
When will you die
He is the stakes of many people.
Many people have placed bets online on how long this old man can live.
One month? Two months? Three months
The odds are different every once in a while, just like playing football lottery.
At the same time, during this period, the elderly will not be allowed to receive any treatment. The instruments here are only for monitoring the elderly's physical condition. The data tables will be uploaded to the platform every day for those who have placed or are about to place bets to view and analyze.
At the same time, the people who placed the bets have the right to come and see the old man's condition in person.
After all, what you learn from books is always superficial, and you must practice it yourself to truly understand it.
Is it ridiculous
No,
Not ridiculous.
The old man is looking at the clock.
On the wall, within sight of where he could see it as soon as he opened his eyes, there was an electronic wall clock that displayed the date and time.
In him,
Zhou Ze saw a hint of the old woman's expression last night.
"Boss, what's wrong with him?" The old Taoist knew that Zhou Ze used to be a doctor, so he should be very accurate.
"Cancer, late stage." Zhou Ze replied.
"Oh, terminal illness."
"It's a terminal illness, but if treated properly, it can actually prolong life, and at the very least, it can reduce some of the pain."
Obviously, this old man will not receive any treatment because it is clearly stated in the platform rules that if he receives any treatment, it will be a breach of contract.
"Are you ready, you two?"
The man came over with a bowl of instant noodles in his hand.
"Let's go." Zhou Ze said.
"Go?" The old Taoist was a little confused.
How can I leave
Fuck,
Help!
This is really a gamble of life.
Let everyone watch him die in public!
"Why not leave? He already knows what we are here for." Zhou Ze pointed at the old man.
It is obvious that
The old man knew that he had been abandoned for treatment.
and,
He knew why he and the old Taoist priest came to see him every day.
Just like that old woman,
I understand it in my heart.
even,
They are also cooperating.
Just like that old woman, she had been holding on until the day she died. It was her obsession that caused her to die without realizing she was dead, and she turned into a ghost and walked into the bookstore.
"this… … "
The Taoist priest still felt guilty, but he followed his boss out.
Go to the door,
The middle-aged man leaned against the wall, slurping instant noodles while shouting, "Hey, do you want to know the inside information?"
"What inside information?" the old Taoist turned his head and asked.
The middle-aged man rubbed his fingers.
The meaning is obvious. If you want to get inside information, you have to spend more money.
"You can raise the bet, you won't lose money."
The man reminded kindly.
"Hey, who are you to him? Why should I trust you?" the old Taoist asked back.
In his opinion, the man was nothing more than a gatekeeper, or a caregiver.
“I placed a bet, too.”
The man took a sip of the noodle soup and pointed to the room.
road:
"He's my dad."