A convoy suddenly appeared in front of the hospital entrance, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
No matter they came to see the doctor, visit the patient or do other things, they all stopped and looked towards the door curiously.
I thought to myself, who is this important person coming? He is so high-profile. Even when the leaders travel, there is no such grand ceremony.
Many people couldn't help but move closer to the door, wanting to see what was going on.
Some people who know cars exclaimed in surprise when they saw the car stop.
"Oh my god, this is a collector's edition."
"What collector's edition?"
The people who were quietly watching looked over there in confusion.
The man who spoke was about thirty years old, with a crew cut, wearing a T-shirt, wrist guards and knee pads, and seemed to be an extreme sports enthusiast.
At this moment, he was staring at the extended luxury car parked at the gate, his eyes shining, as if he was looking at a dream lover.
The people around him, seeing that everyone was looking at him, couldn't help but push him.
"What collector's edition? Everyone is waiting for it."
The man did not turn around, but moved his mouth and spoke in a floating voice: "That car is the latest special collection model released this year for the brand's 100th anniversary. It was only exhibited once and then collected. Their boss said it will not be sold, and there is only one in the world."
"Oh, really? Wouldn't that be worth tens of millions?"
Someone immediately responded, and this person also recognized the logo.
The man immediately glared at her, "What tens of millions? It's hundreds of millions."
"What?"
"How many hundreds of millions?"
“Is this true or false?”
“That’s an exaggeration.”
"It's just a car, why is it so expensive?"
"Are you kidding? Is this made of gold?"
Some people who were just listening casually became excited and full of doubts when they heard the price.
For them, cars worth several million are normal, after all, there are so many of them. Cars worth tens of millions are indeed quite a few, but cars worth hundreds of millions are a joke, there is no such thing as such expensive cars.
Seeing that they didn't believe him, the man blushed and argued loudly: "I'm not kidding. If you don't believe me, search online. When this car came out, it made headlines all over the world. It's just that you didn't pay attention and didn't see it."
"Besides, a few hundred million is nothing. This car is not something that can be bought with money, okay? It symbolizes status and power.
There is only one in the world."
The man became more and more excited as he spoke. He simply stopped caring about what he was doing and ran to the gate to take a look.
He was able to say with such certainty what the car was in the hall because he happened to see the live broadcast when the car was on display.
At first sight, I was attracted by the appearance and configuration of the car. It seemed to be all black and nothing special, but it was smoother, more fashionable and gorgeous than ordinary models, and extremely dynamic.
The most important thing is that it is equipped with a fully intelligent driving system, so the price is extremely high.
Relatively speaking, the collection value is also very high.
It can be said that owning it is like having a world-class brand attached to you.
Everyone knows it.
It’s not that the cars from one’s own country are not as good as those from the other country, but that the other country has a greater influence in terms of brand.
Others were shocked by the bomb he dropped, and many of them ran to the gate, wanting to watch it up close.
Some took out their mobile phones and started searching on the spot, wanting to see whether it was true or not.
Several hundred million are not money, they are cars.
Who is the person in this car who can spend hundreds of millions to buy it?
They didn't have to wait too long. Soon the car door opened and two bodyguards got out of the front. They opened the door of the back seat and an energetic old man came down with a cane.
Four people also got out of the car behind and came to the old man.
The old man looked up at the hospital in front of him and walked in.
The bodyguards who came down immediately followed.
Everyone immediately made way, pretending that they had done nothing, but their eyes kept drifting towards the group of people.
When I saw someone entering the elevator, I turned around and found that the car at the door had stopped in the square not far away.
The quiet atmosphere suddenly became noisy.
"Oh my god, that car really is that, I just checked it out."
"It looks exactly the same to me, is there any difference?"
"No, the car they are racing for is a new model. It is very outstanding and different."
"I just saw the valuation and it says that car is now worth 1 billion. Are you serious? It's just a car."
"I don't care whether the car is worth 1 billion or not. I just want to say, what kind of billionaire is this who spends 1 billion to buy a car?"
"I've learned a lot. When did such a big guy come to our Dragon City?"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes
After seeing this car, I no longer believe those articles that are constantly pushed about billionaires and multi-billionaires falling in love with me. They are all true!"
"No, isn't that the point?"
"Isn't it? You are so rich."
"The key point should be who that old man was just now."
News came from the hospital that a man was suspected to be a billionaire. Soon, the news spread like a butterfly with wings and flew to every corner. On the contrary, the high-end ward on the upper floor of the inpatient department became very quiet.
Si Qingjiu was still lamenting his lost legacy at this time, looking at Lu Yanjun eagerly, grabbing his clothes: "Can you tell me quickly, why maybe not, do you know anything?"
Now those three idiots had no answer for him, and he was really curious.
Lu Yanjun moved his eyes to his pillow, "Your card."
?
"My card?" Si Qingjiu blinked and took out the black card underneath with his backhand. "Here, oh."
He remembered that this person had said before that only a person with a net worth of 10 billion could apply for this card.
As far as he knows, most banks will recycle some high-end cards.
Of course, this is for the top level. If your amount does not reach that level, it will be forcibly recovered. If you do not return it, the funds in it will be frozen.
You can’t continue using it unless your assets reach that limit again.
For example, there are no requirements for ordinary gold card credit cards. They will not be recycled or downgraded. If you have no money, you have no money, and they will not care about you.
So the card, sometimes it is not just a card, it also represents privilege and identity.
It is obvious that this card of his is a special grade card.
In other words, the assets here are worth more than 10 billion.
When Si Qingjiu thought of this, her eyes widened, "No, I'm that rich?"
Seeing that he had thought of it, Lu Yanjun nodded slightly: "Grandpa put it in a trust at first, and then someone was hired to manage it. The money in it increased. He originally wanted to buy real estate, but it was troublesome to transfer it, so Grandpa applied for this card. It accumulated for decades, and then he met your grandmother, so he returned it to her."
Si Qingjiu tightened his grip on the card. Although he was very rich, perhaps even trillions, he had never checked his account.
But it is still quite shocking to hear this wealth accumulated over decades.
I have great admiration in my heart.
Helped to make so much money, and kept making money
Making money and returning it to the other party is truly selfless and righteous.
Although the original owner's grandfather saved people first, it seems that repaying the favor is the right thing to do, but these days, it is good enough not to be bitten back, let alone remembering the favor and repaying it in this way.
This is not.
Si Qingjiu looked at the three people in the ward who had been staring at his card as if they were trying to make a flower bloom. Not only were they spectators, they were also calculating customers.
"How is it? Does it look good?" Si Qingjiu shook the card.
The three of them followed his gaze and nodded subconsciously.
"It looks great. What kind of card is this?" It was the first time that Yang Hui saw this kind of card. It was very unique.
Luo Jin and He Jiaming were about to nod again when they suddenly realized what was happening and quickly took a step back.
"I, I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious." He Jiaming explained quickly, fearing to make the other party angry.
Luo Jin also spoke up: "Me neither."
Yang Hui regretted it after he asked the question and almost slapped himself in the face. He was so quick to speak.
At this moment, he was smiling ingratiatingly at Si Qingjiu, feeling very upset.
"Really?" Si Qingjiu fanned the card with his hands. "Since you all want to know, I'll tell you. This is the card."
The three of them immediately pricked up their ears, and even Zhejun and the others looked over.
Si Qingjiu raised the corner of his lips and said in a raised tone: "Of course it's a bank card."
The three people who didn't even dare to breathe for fear of missing it almost suffocated.
Zhejun and the others were also stunned, looking resentfully at the person who was smiling happily. This was really funny.
Lu Yanjun squeezed his hand and supported him carefully to prevent him from laughing too much and becoming unstable, which would affect the injury.
"Okay, you three, have you figured out how to apologize to me?" Si Qingjiu put away the smile on his face, flicked the card casually with his fingers, his eyes sharp.
Before they were ready, the other party changed his expression again. They were immediately nervous, especially Yang Hui, who was so timid that he answered the question cautiously.
"Yes, sorry?"
"Is that all?" Si Qingjiu sneered, "I'll give you two choices."
"What choice?" Luo Jin didn't plan to struggle anymore. It was already like this anyway.
Not to mention Yang Hui and He Jiaming, they stretched their necks to listen and were very cooperative.
"First, you all call home one by one and find out what happened. Then each of you should give me 3 million yuan in mental damages."
Si Qingjiu stretched out a finger. Although he had said before that he was a cover to sow discord among the three families, why was he the cover?
There are also articles here.
It is possible that it is an inheritance, but it is not the money in his hands. According to Lu Yanjun, not much is known about this matter. He only found out about it after reading the old man's letter. So this wealth is a real secret.
He should have something on the surface that attracts people.
It's nothing more than two things: power and financial resources.
So things are back to square one: there is something wrong with his identity.
Several people looked at each other. They thought that they had figured out what was going on, but the money was a little too much. They didn't have three million.
"What about the second one?" He Jiaming asked.
"Second." Si Qingjiu smiled and played with the cards in his hand: "First, you give me 3 million each for mental damages, then you clarify the matter for me, and finally, you stay and entertain me."
"I think those guys outside the door haven't exercised for a long time, and they would be happy to have a few more sandbags to exercise with."
The three people who were still expecting something took out their cell phones in unison. They had a lot of money and could ask their family for it, so it wasn't a problem.
Si Qingjiu was satisfied and leaned into Lu Yanjun's arms, ready to wait for their live broadcast, when a bodyguard walked in quickly.
"BOSS, someone is visiting."!
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