“I think you might have misunderstood,” Shen Lang said with a smile. “Your infinite possibilities in the future have nothing to do with me. It’s like buying a lottery ticket with two yuan and winning a five million yuan jackpot, but that doesn’t mean that two yuan is worth five million yuan.”
"As I've said before, I'm a businessman. I only care about immediate profits. Your future is none of my concern. For example, if you spend money to buy a car, the value of that car doesn't represent the value it can generate for you. I don't know if you understand what I'm saying?"
Li Mingfang was somewhat dejected after Shen Lang's words, and asked in return, "Then what is your opinion, Mr. Shen?"
"700,000 for 30 years of your lifespan," Shen Lang said directly. He originally wanted Li Mingfang to live for 40 years, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. If Li Mingfang truly repented, he could let him and Zhang Meimei enjoy their old age in peace.
Li Mingfang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "Okay, I agree."
Then Shen Lang handed him a black scroll and said, "Take a look. If there are no problems, just bite your finger and press your fingerprint on your name."
Li Mingfang glanced at the contents of the scroll:
Only a mortal, Li Mingfang, sold 30 years of his lifespan to the All Things Exchange in exchange for 700,000 RMB. Neither party could break the contract after it was agreed.
The contract serves as proof, and heaven and earth bear witness.
Li Ming made a tough decision, bit his right index finger until it bled, and pressed it down onto his own name.
After the transaction was completed, Shen Lang nodded in satisfaction, then asked for Li Mingfang's bank card number and transferred 700,000 yuan to him.
"Mr. Shen, I have another question," Li Mingfang asked.
"Please speak, Mr. Li," Shen Lang said.
Li Mingfang said, "Since we can sell our lifespan to Mr. Shen, I wonder if we can buy it back?"
Shen Lang nodded and said, "Of course, as long as you can afford the price."
"Thank you, Mr. Shen." After receiving the answer, Li Mingfang bowed to Shen Lang and then left the ward.
"Master, you're so cunning!" the little elf said, sitting next to Shen Lang. "He bought thirty years of life for seven hundred thousand. What a fool."
Shen Lang laughed and said, "In this materialistic age, a lifespan that ends at any time is not as valuable as those smelly coins. Some people can even exchange their lives for just a few thousand dollars."
Shen Lang has not forgotten why the iPhone was called the "kidney phone" when it was first launched in mainland China.
After seeing Li Mingfang off, Shen Lang looked at the balance of only 700,000 yuan in his bank card. He hesitated for a moment, then asked the little elf for Zhang Siyuan's phone number and dialed it.
Zhang Siyuan saw an unknown number calling his private phone. He initially thought it was some kind of scam and wanted to hang up immediately.
But his intuition told him that this call might be able to help him. So he answered the phone: "Hello, this is Zhang Siyuan."
"Hello Mr. Zhang, my name is Shen Lang, and I'm a businessman." Shen Lang said, "I have what you need here. If you're interested, you can come to room 12 in section B. I'll be waiting for you here."
After saying that, Shen Lang hung up the phone.
"Brother, whose phone is that?" Zhang Simin asked.
Zhang Siyuan shook his head and said, "Telecommunications fraud."
After saying that, he said to Zhang Simin, "You and Third Sister stay here and watch over Dad. I'm going out for a bit and I'll be right back."
"Okay, don't worry, brother, I'm here, everything will be fine," Zhang Simin said with a smile.
Zhang Siyuan nodded and then walked out of the ward.
Although he didn't know who the person on the phone was, since the other party said they had something he wanted, he wanted to see it regardless of whether it was true or not. This was a matter of life and death for the Zhang family, and he refused to give up even the slightest hope.
After Zhang Siyuan left, a gloomy look appeared in Zhang Simin's eyes. He glanced at his younger sister, Zhang Siyu, who was sitting in the corner. Zhang Siyu shook her head and gestured with her eyes that the room was under 360-degree surveillance.
"Forget it, the doctor has already given the notice. The old man only has a day or two left to live. There's no rush," Zhang Simin thought to himself.
Upon entering the ward, Zhang Siyuan saw a young man sitting on the edge of the bed playing on his phone.
"Did you call me?" Zhang Siyuan asked curiously.
Shen Lang looked up and smiled, "It's me."
Then, pointing to the seat Li Mingfang had just sat down opposite him, he politely said, "Please sit down, Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Siyuan sat down on the bed and asked, "What do you want from me?"
Shen Lang scratched his head and laughed, "Mr. Zhang, didn't I make myself very clear? I have what you want. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come here, right?"
Zhang Siyuan asked warily, "Do you know what I want?"
Shen Lang took a cup, filled it with warm water, took a sip, and said, "Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't have contacted President Zhang."
“Old Master Zhang has suddenly fallen ill and is now in the stage of the five signs of decay. He probably only has one or two days left! What President Zhang wants is simply for Old Master Zhang to wake up, and preferably live a little longer so that the equity transfer of Guosheng Group can be completed. Am I right?” Shen Lang said with a smile.
"How can you help me?" Zhang Siyuan asked without denying it.
Shen Lang said, "I can extend Old Master Zhang's life, it's that simple."
Zhang Siyuan's eyes immediately lit up: "Are you serious?"
Shen Lang laughed and said, "Of course it's true, otherwise would President Zhang think I was joking with you?"
"How can we prolong our lives?" Zhang Siyuan asked anxiously.
Shen Lang took a sip of water and said, "Mr. Zhang, as I said, I am a businessman. I can sell ten years of my lifespan to Old Master Zhang, allowing him to live for another ten years."
“How can I trust you?” Zhang Siyuan asked.
Shen Lang fixed his gaze on Zhang Siyuan and said slowly, "President Zhang, I am your only choice. You can only trust me now."
“Go on,” Zhang Siyuan said.
Shen Lang said, "My lifespan is very simple to trade: 100 million yuan per year, for a period of ten years. Although 1 billion yuan is a huge sum for you, as long as the old man can wake up and live for another ten years, 1 billion yuan won't be much!"
Zhang Siyuan pondered for a moment, then asked, "How shall we trade?"
People at his level naturally hear things that ordinary people don't. Three years ago, when the old man was ill, it was he who went to Longhu Mountain to seek the Dao, and the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain extended the old man's life by three years. Therefore, he didn't find Shen Lang's talk of trading lifespan particularly unbelievable.
Shen Lang said confidently, "Tonight, you send your younger brother and sister away, and I'll help keep the old man alive."
"Why did you send them away?" Zhang Siyuan asked, looking puzzled.
Shen Lang laughed and said, "President Zhang, let's not beat around the bush. You probably know better than I what your younger brother and sister are thinking. Don't try to doubt me or test me, because you have no right to doubt me now."
Zhang Siyuan pondered for a long time, then looked up at Shen Lang and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll go back on my word later?"
Shen Lang laughed, a bright smile on his face: "President Zhang, what you said really makes me laugh."
Then Shen Lang's face instantly appeared in front of Zhang Siyuan, his eyes staring at him like still water, his voice low and deep, like a demon from the deepest hell: "I'm actually looking forward to you going to renege on your debt."
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