I didn't expect Shangguan Wenren to ask such a question.
Hu Yibao looked at Shangguan Wenren quietly and seriously.
There was a glimmer in his eyes.
What about using a disaster book?
Or should I use the disaster book?
When you are targeted by others, especially when the other party is as rich as a country, it will be a bit troublesome.
Why not take preventive measures before it happens and eliminate the root of the problem to prevent future troubles?
However, after meeting Shangguan Wenren, he disappeared not long after.
Will it make others suspect me?
After all, when Zhang Huihuang was destroyed before, he had no contact with him. The only connection was that Yang Mier was once an artist of his company.
And his death, from beginning to end, was very reasonable.
If Shangguan Wenren suddenly passed away, no matter who it was, they would suspect Hu Yibao first.
After all, at this moment, Shangguan Wenren sent the housekeeper away and left the two of them alone, so no one knew what happened to them.
It is precisely because we know nothing that people become suspicious and speculate about everything.
It's a bit troublesome!
Hu Yibao sighed in his heart.
At this time, Shangguan Wenren was also inexplicably frightened by Hu Yibao's gaze. He had never had this feeling before, but at this moment, it was real.
“Ahem!!”
Shangguan Wenren seemed to realize that his question had touched a certain psychological bottom line in Hu Yibao. He couldn't help but cough twice, then said with a smile, "Mr. Hu, I'm just asking casually."
"It's okay!" Hu Yibao smiled indifferently, "I don't care either."
"Some things that happen are really absurd. When I think about my life now, I was a famous online writer years ago. Then one day, when I was writing a novel, inspiration suddenly struck me and I wrote a song, which became a hit."
"Then no matter what I do next, it will go smoothly. It seems like someone is helping me."
"As for other abilities, you might not quite understand the feeling of having all the meridians in your body opened up. It's like you can learn anything."
Hu Yibao spoke very seriously and in a very mysterious way.
"As for the money, to be honest, it was earned from my investments. Some things are just weird. Whatever you buy, it goes up in value."
"The money invested is like giving birth to children, one after another, with endless descendants."
"Hey, now that you have hundreds of millions of yuan in your account, Mr. Shangguan, I should now understand your feeling of having too much money and never being able to spend it all."
Shangguan Wenren listened very seriously, with excitement glimmering in his pupils.
god? !
A word popped up in Shangguan Wenren's mind.
The older people get, the more they like to believe this.
It has nothing to do with power and wealth.
They just want to find spiritual sustenance.
Just like Rashomon, everyone will consider the problem from their own perspective. They will think about what they need and gradually believe in it.
For the elderly, if there is a God, they will have a chance to continue living, or at worst go to heaven after death.
Shangguan Wenren, eighty years old, is in his seventies and has begun to believe in the ethereal gods in his heart. For him, he hopes to live a long life and live longer.
Now, Shangguan Wenren is also doing this.
On the one hand, it uses its huge financial resources to continuously carry out research and development in biomedicine that can prolong human life.
On the other hand, he was also looking for something ethereal.
Hu Yibao brought Shangguan Wenren that ethereal feeling.
When Hu Yibao said this, Shangguan Wenren felt a shock that was difficult to suppress.
In his opinion, perhaps Hu Yibao is the one favored by God.
Shangguan Wenren believed in his heart that this was true, and he also needed to believe that this was true.
There is no way.
He doesn't want to die yet...
"I also believe that there are gods in this world." Shangguan Wenren followed.
As long as there is God, he can have hope to continue living.
"Um!?"
Hu Yibao looked at Shangguan Wenren's pious eyes and was slightly stunned. It seemed that there were some problems with the direction of things.
"that……"
Just as Hu Yibao was about to speak, Shangguan Wenren took the initiative to say, "Mr. Hu, I believe you are the one chosen by God."
If I could fool this person...
Hu Yibao's heart moved.
The power behind Shangguan Wenren is undoubtedly quite terrifying.
If we could make him one of our own.
For Hu Yibao, he now has an extra royal flush in his hand.
However, everything still requires skills and methods, especially deception.
The first trick to deceive people is to play hard to get.
"There are no gods in this world." Hu Yibao sighed in mock frustration and then asked, "Mr. Shangguan, how long have you been paralyzed?"
"More than 20 years." Shangguan Wenren didn't know why Hu Yibao mentioned this, but he replied subconsciously.
"Let me take a look!" Hu Yibao pulled up one of Shangguan Wenren's feet, rolled up his trouser leg, took a quick look, and said, "There's still room for treatment."
"Is there a cure?!" Shangguan Wenren's eyes suddenly showed disbelief.
He knows his situation.
A huge amount of money was spent at that time, and top doctors from various countries were invited. After a month of consultation, no cure was found.
Hu Yibao actually said that there are cures.
Shangguan Wenren's heart couldn't stop trembling for a moment.
In Hu Yibao's opinion, Shangguan Wenren's legs and feet were just blocked by meridians, causing him to lose perception. With modern medical technology, it is basically impossible to cure them unless he replaces them with prosthetic limbs.
But Hu Yibao can still cure it through some special methods.
He placed his palm on Shangguan Wenren's knee, and injected a powerful energy into it. With Hu Yibao's strength in energy transformation, he could control the energy at will.
While Shangguan Wenren was still excited, he suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.
I could actually feel the existence of my right leg!
Shangguan Wenren quickly lowered his head and looked at Hu Yibao.
At this moment, a faint white smoke rose from Hu Yibao's body, and wisps of sweat appeared on his neck. What was even more magical was that there was some faintly visible breath flowing out from the palm of Hu Yibao's hand placed on his knees, and sinking into his knees.
All this!
It's like a miracle!
…………
The door to the presidential suite opened.
The housekeeper who was guarding the door saw an incredible scene.
Shangguan Wenren and Hu Yibao walked out. Shangguan Wenren was half a body behind Hu Yibao, with a look of admiration on his face.
Hu Yibao was talking to Shangguan Wenren.
"Mr. Shangguan, there is no God in the world. We must believe in science."
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