Chapter 88

"He will really die the day after tomorrow. His life is on his head."

Xiaoyou answered his doubts in his mind.

"Chairman Zhu, I have something to talk to you about your illness." Wu haodao has a bottom in his heart.

"Illness?"

Zhu Bingjun looked at him strangely. What does a young man know about illness? Or did he mean the truth about his accident?

"I think chairman Zhu will be interested in talking to me."

Wu Hao smiles at his strange eyes.

Zhu Bingjun hesitated for a moment, nodded his head and agreed to talk with him alone. He wanted to see what the young man knew.

"Meijuan Bingfu, you go out first."

"But big brother, your body..."

"I know my body. It won't take long. Don't worry."

"I'll go out and bring you something to eat."

Chen Meijuan winked at Zhu Bingfu and got up to leave the ward.

"That elder brother, I accompany my sister-in-law to go shopping, I let people watch at the door."

Zhu Bingfu also left the ward.

Wu Hao, Xiaoyou and Zhu Bingjun are the only three people left in the ward.

"What do you know about my illness?"

Zhu Bingjun seems to ask casually, but the meaning of exploration is very strong.

He has made it clear that his accident is not an accident. I don't know if it's what Wu Hao wants to say!?

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhu. I think you are in good health. I think you will be discharged soon?" When Wu Hao talked about him, he even changed his address.

"I'll have an operation the day after tomorrow, and I'll be discharged after a period of training." Zhu Bingjun said.

"There will be an operation the day after tomorrow?"

Wu Hao raised an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth. Zhu Bingjun's death is just the day after tomorrow. If there is no accident, he should die on the operating table. That's a coincidence.

"What do you want to say? Come on, my body can't talk too much with you now." Zhu Bingjun said impatiently.

"Let's get to the point. I want to tell you two things, one is good and the other is bad. Which do you want to hear first? "

Zhu Bingjun was stunned for a moment.

"Listen to the bad news first." He said.

"You'll die the day after tomorrow. It should be eight or nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow."

Zhu Bingjun's face was very ugly.

No matter what Wu Hao said is true or false, it's always uncomfortable to hear this, especially when he is still in the hospital.

I thought Wu Hao was talking about something related to his own accident, but I didn't expect that it would be such an unlucky topic.

"It's bad enough, but how do you know I'll die the day after tomorrow?" Zhu Bingjun asked with an iron face, and his tone was obviously angry.

"When I came in and saw Mr. Zhu's mental outlook, I doubted myself. However, when I learned that Mr. Zhu would have an operation the day after tomorrow, I determined the accuracy of the time of death. I don't know when Mr. Zhu would have an operation the day after tomorrow?"

"Eight... Thirty."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Bingjun suddenly realized something. His already ugly face was even worse.

His accident is not an accident, so the day after tomorrow to do surgery to die on the operating table is not impossible.

"Mr. Zhu can doubt that I have investigated your medical records in advance, but no matter how you doubt it, there will be less than two days. After that, you will have no chance to believe me."

Zhu Bingjun fell into silence.

After a while, he said, "since I already know that I will die the day after tomorrow, can I avoid this result if I don't have an operation the day after tomorrow?"

Wu Hao laughed with contempt.

"If you don't have an operation the day after tomorrow, you will still die. At most, it's just another way of death. Let me tell you, all deaths are predestined. The way of death is just a representation. The fundamental reason is that your life has been exhausted."

Zhu Bingjun looked at Wu Hao for a long time, his face changing.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I know you will die the day after tomorrow."

Zhu Bingjun was silent for a long time, and it took half a cup of tea to calm down.

"What do you mean by good?"

"I can prolong your life."

"Extend my life?"

Zhu Bingjun frowned, feeling a little ridiculous. He only knew his death time, and he could prolong his life. Why did he feel more and more like a charlatan?

"Mr. Zhu thinks it's ridiculous, doesn't he? A lot of incredible things make people feel ridiculous. I don't blame you. "

Wu Hao said: "the reason why I don't say that I can save you and extend your life is that no one in the world can save the doomed dying people. I can only extend my life and postpone the time of death."

"What kind of methods can prolong people's life span?" Zhu Bingjun asked.

"Buy my time with your money."

"You mean to extend my life with your life? This... "

Zhu Bingjun was frightened by Wu Hao's statement. This absurd but seemingly feasible method is shocking.

"Don't be surprised, Mr. Zhu. As long as you are willing to believe me, it can be completed smoothly."

"But it's really hard for me to believe you in this."

Zhu Bingjun looked more serious and cautious.

"Even if I buy your life with money and survive the day after tomorrow, how can I know if I survive because the transaction with you really works, or if I would never die, do you want me to believe that you at least have to prove that the time you sell me is real and effective?"

"How do you want me to prove it?"

Wu Hao grinned.

"All transactions are two-way, and you are no exception?"

"Of course."

"According to your logic, if you sell time to me, it will prolong my life. If someone sells time to you, it will shorten her life, won't it?"

"Smart."

"What would she do if she sold you all the time?"

"I will die."

"Prove it to me!"

Zhu Bingjun said coldly in his eyes, "you can make that woman die just now by means of time trading. I believe everything you say."

Wu Hao was stunned.

To prove the validity of time trading by killing people? He didn't think about it before.

When he came over, he knew that Zhu Bingjun would not easily believe himself, but he had already figured out a way to make him believe that is to find a person who is about to die in the hospital and tell Zhu Bingjun that he can really know the life and death deadline of a person with the death of the other party.

But this guy's proposal to prove the effectiveness of time trading by killing seems to be a way. Although the means are cruel, the effect is obviously more immediate.

It's a real old fox in business. It's fierce enough.

It's just that Wu Hao doesn't understand. Isn't Chen Meijuan his wife?

What's the grudge? What's the grudge? You want to kill your wife?

"Mr. Zhu, is she your wife?"

Wu Hao looked at him strangely.

"You don't need to know what my relationship with her is. Your purpose is to make money from me. As long as you can make me believe what you say, I can trade with you."

"Are you sure you want to kill her?"

Wu Hao sought his advice again.

"Can't you do it?"

"She's your wife, not mine. Since you want to kill her, I don't have to mind my own business."

Wu Hao said, throwing a deal contract on his chest.

"This is the transaction contract. Later, you ask her to fill in her name and account number. The transaction price is one yuan. Finally, you ask her to sign her name. As for how much time to sell, I'll tell you later."

"That's it?"

"That's it!"

Zhu Bingjun did not speak and nodded suspiciously.

Even though it's one watch, I'm still shamelessly asking for a ticket