Tie Ling, who was short of money, started to feel hot in the cheeks after he said this.
He really has no money, otherwise he would really be generous enough to give money as a thank you.
After all, in Tie Ling's view, his life is very valuable.
"You don't have any money?"
Uncle Cheng gave a fake smile, "What if you researchers don't have money?
Then wouldn't we ordinary people be so poor that we can't even afford to eat?"
After understanding Uncle Cheng's ridicule, Tie Ling lowered his head and said nothing.
"What about you?
You guys won't be like Tie Ling and be so stingy, right?"
Uncle Cheng turned his gaze to Zhao Heng and Qian Lang.
The two looked at each other, and then Zhao Heng said, "I only have five hundred dollars on me."
Qian Lang directly dug into his pocket and said, "Two hundred dollars."
"Okay, okay, as long as you're not stingy.
I will keep this money for my apprentice. If you have a conscience, please send the money to this address when you get paid for your work in the future."
Uncle Cheng was obviously well prepared and handed three written addresses to the three people.
Especially Tie Ling, Uncle Cheng patiently repeated his instructions to him several times.
I was afraid that he would forget the kindness of his apprentice.
"Iron boy, if you forget the kindness my apprentice has shown you, then you are truly heartless and ruthless.
There are many ruthless people nowadays, but you don’t want to be one of them, right? "
Tie Ling felt embarrassed when being looked at, and he quickly shook his head to indicate that he didn't want to.
"Very good, this is the backbone that the Dragon people should have!"
Uncle Cheng patted Tie Ling's shoulder with satisfaction, then sat down.
Tie Ling was just about to ask Uncle Cheng if there was anything else?
If not, they would start packing up and preparing to leave tomorrow.
But before he could even ask the question, Tie Ling spat out a mouthful of blood.
Following Tie Ling was Qian Lang.
Finally, it was Zhao Heng.
"I, I'm..."
Tie Ling looked at the bloodstains on the ground, unable to react.
"You've been poisoned again."
Uncle Cheng replied, looking unconcealedly at Zhao Heng, who vomited blood the last among the three.
"How do you feel?" he asked Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng covered his chest and shook his head.
"Heartache?"
Uncle Cheng continued to stare at Zhao Heng, asking only him about his feelings.
Zhao Heng shook his head, then nodded, and finally spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Your situation is a bit serious this time.
How much water did you drink?"
Uncle Cheng stuffed the antidote directly into Zhao Heng's mouth, and it was an antidote without any added flavoring.
The bitterness can reach the top of your head and make you want to vomit.
Sure enough, Zhao Heng spat out the antidote as soon as it entered his mouth.
Not only did he spit out the antidote, he also vomited a large mouthful of blood.
"Uncle Cheng, this antidote... the antidote doesn't taste right?"
Zhao Heng had a look of painful rejection on his face. He looked at Tie Ling and Qian Lang who had also taken the antidote, wanting to see them vomit out the antidote as well.
But the result was destined to disappoint him.
Because the antidotes that Uncle Cheng gave to the other two people were all sweetened and tasted very good.
"Don't you... feel it's irritating?"
Zhao Heng looked at the other two in disbelief. They both shook their heads and said that the antidote was the same as before.
Zhao Heng:!!!
His eyes suddenly fell on Uncle Cheng, suspecting that there was something wrong with the antidote he gave him.
There is a problem with the antidote.
But how could Uncle Cheng admit it voluntarily?
Even if Zhao Heng questioned him, he would never admit it.
Not only that, Uncle Cheng also turned the tables.
"Why are you looking at me like that?
Do you suspect there's something wrong with the antidote I gave you?
Since you don't want to eat, just keep eating.
Whether or not you can survive today depends on God’s will.”
After Uncle Cheng finished speaking, he put away the half-delivered antidote and began to ask about the other two people.
Seeing that they were all fine, he began to question them, what had they done during the time he was away?
"I drank a glass of water."
Qian Lang immediately agreed: "I drank a glass of water too."
"Who poured the water for you?"
The two immediately looked at Zhao Heng.
At this time, Zhao Heng really felt pain in his chest, and the pain spread from his chest to his limbs.
"Uncle Cheng, Cheng..."
Zhao Heng originally wanted to reach out and grab Uncle Cheng's arm, but Uncle Cheng actually dodged it.
Yes, avoided it!
Then Zhao Heng fell straight to the ground.
Qian Lang and Tie Ling, who were in the room, widened their eyes when they saw this scene.
They looked at Uncle Cheng in disbelief. They didn't expect him to...
He actually watched Zhao Heng fall on purpose.
How much hatred and resentment is this?
Zhao Heng is obviously the one who pays the most, so why is his treatment...
A lot different?
Is this treated inversely?
Tie Ling suddenly felt a lot better.
He walked forward in a good mood and wanted to help Zhao Heng up.
But he was blocked by Uncle Cheng.
“He hasn’t taken the antidote, so don’t touch him easily.
What if something goes wrong?
You are fully responsible!"
"What could go wrong with him?"
Tie Ling was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhao Heng, who was curled up on the ground with a look of pain on his face, his brows furrowed.
He still wanted to pull the man up, but was stopped by Uncle Cheng again.
"Do you really need me to explain myself clearly?"
Uncle Cheng spoke in an impatient tone, and signaled Tie Ling to take a closer look at the kettle.
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