Give them a little funny shock

Chapter 243 Chapter 241 Zhao Ji ()

Looking at the bill that was handed to her, Zhao Ji fell into a brief daze.

The reason is simply because the rows of zeros on the bill are a bit dazzling.

"A total of a thousand...more than a thousand years have passed?" Wu Yun turned his head and asked Yong'an beside him.

"Well, a total of one thousand and fifty-four years, Mr. Wu Yun." Yongan calculated the answer and replied.

"Yes, yes, that's the number, one thousand and fifty-four years." Wu Yun nodded repeatedly, "I calculated the sleeping cabin usage fee for this period of one thousand and fifty-four years as one thousand yuan a day. The hospital A day in the ICU is about the same price.”

"And the cost of medicine, how much does it cost per day?" Wu Yun looked at Yong'an again and winked at her.

"Um, the cost of the medicine?" Yong'an was stunned by Wu Yun's words. After noticing Wu Yun's eyelids blinking crazily at her, she hesitated for a while, and finally said against her will:

"Um, as for medical expenses, according to the standard for seriously injured patients in Yong'an ICU ward, it should be 5,000 to 8,000 yuan per day."

"Let me give you five thousand yuan." Wu Yun waved his hand, "Look, this is very cheap. I am still a very kind person, and I will extend your life without you paying anything in advance. After more than a thousand years, I have forced you to hang up your life until now, otherwise you would have died long ago. "

"What a fucking beast, beast!!!"

Even though it is the city with the smallest gap between rich and poor among the nine major cities, the wealth controlled by the rich in Yunguang City is still staggering.

"I have to work for a fucking hundred years to save more than 30 billion, and these people, damn, these damn rich people only have how many years? This makes me much more money than I did in a hundred years. "

Wu Yun felt a little unbalanced when he thought of the rich people in Yunguang City, those who were easily worth billions, tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions or trillions.

"Although this is not Yunguang City, I am from Yunguang City, so the cost of your treatment in Yong'an City will also be settled in our Yunguang City currency."

"But think about the rich people in our Yunguang City. Damn, they are worth tens of billions or even hundreds of billions. Even if I can take one order every day, one million in one day, only three hundred and seventy million in one year." Ten million.”

After saying that, Wu Yun tapped the bill in Zhao Ji's hand, who was still stunned. "Twenty-two billion, I'll give you another fraction, and it'll be just two billion." After saying that, Wu Yun did the same. He shook his head with emotion:

"Damn it, some people in the world are really fucking rich. You have been lying in the hospital for more than a thousand years, and your daily bill is almost 10,000 yuan less. As a result, the expenses for more than a thousand years are also That’s 2.2 billion Yunguang coins.”

"The usage fee of the treatment cabin is one thousand yuan a day, and the medical fee is five thousand yuan a day. The total is six thousand yuan. I will calculate the number of days per year for you in these one thousand and fifty-four years according to the less, even if it is three hundred and seventy God, this is a total of 2.2 billion yuan, Yunguang coins."

Even though 'reasonable tax avoidance' in other cities is illegal in Yunguang City, extremely high personal income taxes are levied on the rich every year.

For these rich people, money is like a flood. Every day when they lie at home, money keeps falling from the sky. And this is just Yunguang City, which is said to be the 'least friendly' city to the rich in the wasteland.

As for the richest man in the wasteland, Wu Yun remembered that it should be Clark Kent, the down payment man of the Super Bull Terrier Galaxy. That guy is the richest man in the wasteland. It is said that the wealth he controls even exceeds that of some megacities in the wasteland. His properties are spread all over human society, and he also has his properties in Yunguang City. The towering 'Clark Building' is a skyscraper from the Human Empire period that he spent a lot of money to rent.

Pull your thoughts away from the hatred of some rich people in the wasteland and return to the woman in front of you who came from more than a thousand years ago, Zhao Kuangyin's daughter Zhao Ji.

Wu Yun looked her up and down, and suddenly remembered that the Zhao family in Kaifeng City seemed to be a top wealthy family?

The contemporary head of the Zhao family, Zhao Gou, is not only outstanding in strength, but also famous throughout the world as a great artist. It is said that each of his paintings or copybooks can be auctioned for hundreds of millions of yuan.

Wu Yun has no interest in this kind of art, nor can he appreciate it. Moreover, he hates this kind of thing.

Therefore, no matter how valuable a piece of art is, it will eventually be unable to get it back in his hands. It will either be torn off, smashed, or thrown away.

He wouldn't even consider selling it for money.

However, just because he is too lazy to sell these works of art for money does not mean that he will not let others sell these works of art for money and then give the money to him.

Just like now.

"Do you have money in your bank card?" Wu Yun looked at Zhao Ji and asked, "I remember that you are Zhao Kuangyin's only daughter. He must be very fond of you, right? Your family used to be the lord of Kaifeng City, so you should seize it A considerable amount of wealth?"

"I don't accept medical insurance reimbursement here. You must pay me the full amount." Wu Yun said, "Twenty-two billion, not a penny less. If there is a penny less, then I have to send you to see you. Dad."

"Abba...?" Hearing Wu Yun talk about his father, Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Yes, yes! Yes!!!"

"My dad, where is my dad???" Zhao Ji looked at Wu Yun anxiously and asked:
"My dad, where is my dad? He must be here, right? I am the daughter of Zhao Kuangyin, and my dad is the lord of Kaifeng City, Zhao Kuangyin. As long as you can help me find him, he will definitely be generous..."

"Your father is dead, you should know this, right?" Wu Yun interrupted the emotional Zhao Ji, picking his nose and said: "I remember I told you that your father is dead? Forget it, isn't that right? It’s important, your father is gone anyway.”

"No, impossible, impossible!!!" Zhao Ji didn't seem to accept Wu Yun's answer and began to shake her head wildly, "Impossible, impossible, impossible!!!"

"My father, my father, my father is invincible in the world, how could he, how could he die!! Is this simply, simply impossible?"

"He is dead." Looking at Zhao Ji who suddenly went crazy, Wu Yun frowned, "It doesn't matter if you don't accept the reality. I don't care if you accept the reality or not. Now whether you want to cry for your father or not Whether you are mourning or avenging your father, pay the medical bills you owe me first."

"I don't accept credit here."

(End of this chapter)