Chapter 360: Chapter 216: Why Can’t You Accept Me?
"Quick, quick, take me to the hospital."
Zhang Qiang struggled desperately, his eyes full of terror, while constantly shouting angrily at Wang Baoqiang:
"This is murder, this is a crime. When I return from the hospital, I’m going to sue you, I’m going to make sure you go to jail!"
Wang Baoqiang lay back and laughed up at the sky, the laughter echoing for a long time before it stopped.
In Zhang Qiang’s bewildered gaze, he slowly took something from his pocket, unfolded it methodically, and held it up to his face: "You know the law so well, then take a look at this, what is it."
"Z City Mental Hospital Diagnostic Certificate?"
Zhang Qiang didn’t react, but the young man closest to Wang Baoqiang was quick-eyed and read it out first.
Zhang Qiang screamed involuntarily, his eyes turning to terror.
The more Zhang Qiang struggled, the more excited Wang Baoqiang became.
When he felt the time was right, Wang Baoqiang let go, and Zhang Qiang had already fainted completely, falling directly to the ground.
Seeing the terrified looks of the nearby villagers, Wang Baoqiang felt invigorated.
For today, he had been thinking and preparing since that day, five hundred and seventy days and nights, finally everything as he wished.
"Quick, take him to the hospital, or he won’t survive."
Upon hearing Wang Baoqiang’s words, the crowd woke up like from a dream, scrambling to lift Zhang Qiang up and take him to the nearest hospital down the mountain.
The viewers in the live stream were absolutely thrilled to see this.
"Good, good, good, I’m ecstatic! If this bastard got so much money for nothing, I would have to take revenge on society!"
"By the way, was that old guy hungry tonight? A slap and a stick, yet this animal could still yell. If he hasn’t got money for food, I can sponsor a bit right now."
"I’m the driver with a semi-trailer license from before, any good brothers willing to sponsor me a semi-trailer now? You won’t have to worry about anything, I’ll drink some alcohol and spend three years inside."
"Damn! I can tell you’re really trying to scam a semi-trailer from your brothers, but the brothers don’t care, as long as you don’t scam us, not to mention getting you a semi-trailer, your wife and kids, I’ll take care of them!"
"Hey, kid, there’s something wrong with you too! It’s been over two thousand years since the Chancellor, he’d never dream you’d become a descendant across time length!"
"..."
The screen was full of cheers.
As the villagers left, the hall instantly became empty, even a bit chilly.
"Crack!"
Flint rolled, but it didn’t light the cigarette; instead, it was taken away by Ning An.
"This mental certificate is fake." Ning An casually placed the cigarette in the trash can and looked at him calmly.
"Little Daoist has good eyesight."
Having his cigarette taken away, Wang Baoqiang wasn’t annoyed, merely smiled faintly and casually pulled out another one.
"Crack!"
Flint rolled, flames flickered, but this time it still didn’t light.
Ning An’s hand was quick; with a swift move, both the cigarette and lighter appeared in his hand.
"Keep smoking, and you’ll die!" Ning An said very seriously.
"One lousy life, then let it die." Wang Baoqiang answered indifferently.
"What about your son?"
"Two weeks ago, my ex-wife took him to live in another city, he’ll have a good life from now on."
Wang Baoqiang’s tone was firm and earnest, as if he had seen through fate.
"What about yourself..."
"Terminal stage, it’s impossible."
Wang Baoqiang smiled as he removed his jacket, revealing his gaunt and terrifyingly thin body, his skin hanging in a pale hue.
"Crack!"
He took out another lighter from his bag, flint rolling, smoke billowing, and this time no one stopped him again.
"Ah!"
Between breaths of smoke, Wang Baoqiang’s mouth pulled into a grin, greedily savoring the pleasure.
"Little Daoist, I have another story here, do you want to hear it."
Ning An sighed softly, a hint of helplessness showing, and nodded in agreement.
Wang Baoqiang didn’t speak right away, continuing to fiercely inhale that damn nicotine, then self-deprecatingly:
"Actually, I didn’t go bankrupt at first, it was just that I took too large steps and invested all my money in an industry I was very optimistic about."
"The facts proved my vision was correct, but the timing was a bit flawed, slower by two months than I anticipated."
"The night before our divorce, the person I invested with came to our house, bringing a convoy of luxury cars."
"He brought men, each carrying two large black leather briefcases, and at my most bewildered moment, he respectfully ordered the men to open the boxes, twenty cases, packed to the brim with Dragon Coins."
Wang Baoqiang panted, struggling to lean against a pillar, smiling with difficulty: "Little Daoist, do you know what’s the maximum number of Dragon Coins a suitcase can hold?"
Ning An very honestly shook his head: "I don’t know."
What a joke!
Not to mention how many Dragon Coins a suitcase can hold, he doesn’t even know how many Dragon Coins a wallet can hold at most!
"Two million nine hundred seventy thousand!"
Wang Baoqiang’s voice paused, the sound carried a hint of excitement: "Over a million investment, more than half a year’s time, for over fifty million returns, I proved myself, my vision was indeed correct."
"And this wasn’t a one-time thing; he told me, from now on, each year there will be no less than this amount coming in, he patted my shoulder and told me, our good days are here."
"After he left, we just stared at the money and fell silent."
Excitement faded, the voice gradually hollow and desolate: "If this money had come a bit earlier, would we have ended up like this?"
"The greatest absurdity in the Human World, right? Yesterday, we were still doing things for our son’s fifteen thousand that we’d never wish to recall for life, but after a whirlwind, we’re suddenly rolling in wealth."
