After saying that, Mr. Rong stood up stubbornly, holding his cane and walking forward angrily, Huangfu Guang hurriedly followed behind him. But Mr. Rong walked too slowly, and it took him five minutes to get out of the small hall. I felt like I was spending a year standing there. After waiting for Mr. Rong to leave, I let out a long breath and turned around, only to find that Su Beibei was still standing there.
I gave her a helpless smile. Likewise, I couldn't tell her the secret.
"Brother Hao..." Su Beibei bit her lip lightly and said, "Don't gamble anymore. You were a good person, and look at what you have become." It's really weird. The owner of a gambling house advises others not to gamble, just like Gao Qi advises others not to commit adultery, and Shorty advises others not to take drugs. This is the first time I have seen this in my life. The world is getting weirder and weirder.
However, it is actually a good thing for me that Mr. Rong forbids me to continue to appear in Wangjiabao. Today, I have achieved my goal and finally succeeded in getting in touch with the short mule. In the future, there is no need to continue gambling and losing money here. Instead, it provides me with a perfect reason to quit gambling. I have lost a lot of money these days and I still owe almost 5 million. I have to find a way to get some money.
I smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Rong won't let me come, so where else can I go to gamble?"
Su Beibei said sincerely: "Brother Hao, Mr. Rong is very optimistic about you, you must not let him down again."
"Okay." I nodded. An old man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and I couldn't let him down. This was really...
"Brother Hao, I want to remind you." Su Beibei said seriously: "Mr. Rong will not live long. He hopes to find an heir after he passes away. In addition to inheriting his family business, he also needs to help him support his entire family."
"Ah?!" I felt even more dizzy. So, Mr. Rong wanted to find an heir, so he was very disappointed in me?
"Mr. Rong's life savings are not only a large sum of money, property, and subordinates, but also the connections, relationships, and qualifications accumulated over decades! This is an incomparable fortune, Brother Hao, you must grasp it well."
"This... this." I felt a little overwhelmed. Not to mention whether I could bear it, just facing this sudden "high expectation" was too much to bear. I had to change the subject: "What's wrong with Mr. Rong's health?"
"Mr. Rong was shot in the chest when he was young." Su Beibei stroked her chest, with a pair of big breasts in front of her chest, and her posture was very seductive and sexy. "Later, he had an operation to save his life, but due to the medical conditions at the time, the shrapnel was not completely removed. As time went by, the shrapnel wandered in the body and affected various organs. The doctor asserted that he would not live for more than three months."
"Ah? Then why don't you take out these shrapnel?"
"Brother Hao!" Su Beibei said helplessly, "Mr. Rong is already a hundred years old. Which surgeon do you think would dare to take the risk?"
I pondered for a while and said, "Maybe, I can give it a try."
"You?!" Su Beibei said in surprise: "Are you a surgeon?"
"I'm not, but my friend is." I walked over, patted her arm with the back of my hand and said, "Xiao Bei, I was a little crazy earlier, don't take what I said to heart."
"Humph, I've seen many people who lost their temper after losing everything. At that time, I didn't even consider you as a human being!"
"Hehe, that's good. Let's go. I'll come over when there's news. Please help me contact Mr. Rong."
After leaving the Golden House, I saw that it was still early, so I went to the Tube Building. Such a difficult operation, perhaps only Uncle Qi dared to do it. I don't know if I can make the King of Hell angry to death this time. When I arrived at Uncle Qi's house, I said straight to the point: "Uncle Qi, I want you to help me with an operation."
"No!" Uncle Qi almost yelled, "Wang Hao, you are going too far. Do you think this is your home hospital?"
"It's Mr. Rong." I said, "He is dying and has only three months to live. I hope you can go and save him."
Uncle Qi used to be in the underworld, and I thought he might have heard of Uncle Rong's reputation.
Uncle Qi was stunned for a moment, and his seventy-year-old body began to tremble slightly: "Who are you talking about?"
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