my shared lover

Still laughing, the man who killed me, he is still laughing!

Shang Jiazhou said angrily, "Why are you doing this?"

Cai Yang's reaction was natural and calm: "It's very simple, Jia Simiao gave me 1000 million to kill the merchant servant, and Liu Gaochan is not allowed to kill him again."

"Then you did it?"

"Why don't I do it? I'm a businessman. Whoever pays more money will do things for him."

"you……"

Shang Jiazhou was so angry that his face turned green, and he said fiercely: "In business, you must be honest. You took my money first, and instead of doing things for me, you actually went to help Jia Simiao instead. Believe it or not, I will kill you?"

Cai Yang said: "I believe, I know you really want to kill me, but you dare not."

"I can not?"

"Yes, I told Liu Gaochan before I came here. If I die, he will definitely kill you."

"Do you threaten me?"

"Hey, Master Shang, what are you talking about? How dare I threaten you? I just think that we can discuss everything. Don't you just want to kill Jia Simiao? It's very simple. Give me some more money, and I'll let Liu Gaochan kill Jia Simiao."

Shang Jiazhou said angrily, "Do you want more money?"

Cai Yang said: "You don't have to give me any money, but Jia Simiao is much more straightforward than you, and he just gave me 1000 million. You said, if you don't give me as much money as Jia Simiao... Tsk tsk, Then what happened, don't say I'm sorry friend."

Shang Jiazhou's face was uncertain, and he asked, "How much do you want?"

"You are wrong. It's not that I want money, but the transaction fee you gave me."

"Okay, then tell me, how much is the transaction fee?"

Cai Yang stretched out a finger, and said loudly: "1000 million, even if you miss a word, give it to me immediately."

Shang Jiazhou shouted: "Go and be a robber, I gave you 800 million last time, haven't you killed Jia Simiao yet?"

Cai Yang said: "Is it 100 million, okay? If you give me another 1000 million, it will be 1100 million, which is more than Jia Simiao, and I will help you make things beautiful."

Isn't the merchant a bank?Before, almost all the sources of funds for merchants were in the Shang Group.However, under the double attack of Jia Simiao and Qin Pojun, Shang's enterprise group has collapsed.Shang Jiazhou returned to the provincial capital, and there are many places to spend money. To him, this 1000 million is really a lot of money.

But I have to give it!

Shang Jiazhou really hated Cai Yang, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will give you 1100 million, but only after you kill Jia Simiao can I give it to you."

Cai Yang said: "You are not as straightforward as Jia Simiao. They gave me 1000 million directly. Tell me, if I tell Jia Simiao, you will still be slow to give 1100 million. Will he give it to me all at once? 1500 million, let me kill you again?"

Shang Jiazhou's face was livid, he was about to vomit blood, and said in a hurry: "Okay, okay, I'll give you 1100 million."

Must be a cash transaction.

At the moment, Shang Jiazhou transferred 1000 million to Cai Yang's account through bank transfer.Looking at the series of zeros, Cai Yang was delighted, and assured Shang Jiazhou that Jia Simiao would definitely not see the sun tomorrow morning.

Shang Jiazhou hummed: "I advise you, it's best not to play tricks with me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Cai Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, my business is all about credibility, so just wait for the good news."

"No, let's make it clear in black and white that if you can't kill Jia Simiao today, return the money to me and compensate me for 1000 million economic losses."

"Uh, it's not necessary, is it?"

"It must be necessary."

"And what if I'm done?"

"Complete...Okay, I'll give you another 100 million as a reward, so it's okay for the head office?"

"Okay, deal."

The two of them wrote down all the terms and conditions in black and white, and signed and signed each other, in duplicate.After folding it and putting it in his arms, Shang Jiazhou felt relieved.In the afternoon, there was Jia Simiao's match, so Shang Jiazhou had to go and have a look.He sent someone to attend the funeral of the merchant servant, and rushed to the Yulong Hotel again.

There are two games in the afternoon, the last two games of the first round.

The first game was 17 vs. No. 20, and the second game was when Jia Simiao played 18 vs. No. 19.

When Shang Jiazhou arrived here, the first match was just over, Han Zijian won, and Jia Simiao and another doctor of Chinese medicine came to the stage.

Miss etiquette said: "Please press the button on the 18th or 19th to select patients."

This doctor of Chinese medicine is not simple, it was specially arranged by Yang Deshan and Wang Kun, a very important doctor of Chinese medicine in the provincial capital is called Zhang Shan, but his methods are not kind at all, and he is full of hatred for Jia Simiao. hostility.

Zhang Shan said with a sneer, "Jia Simiao, go find the number."

Jia Simiao shrugged his shoulders, walked up, and pressed the button.Clap!The numbers on the big screen scrolled quickly, and finally stopped, it was patient No. 11.The patient looked like he was in his twenties, and his illness was a bit strange, so he came up laughing.I don't know what happened to him. When he woke up, he kept laughing and couldn't stop.

What kind of disease is this?

Zhang Shan went up for a diagnosis and treatment, but he didn't find the cause of the illness, so he returned under the urging of the Miss Manners.Holding the question board, he didn't know what to write.

The patient laughed and asked: "Haha, doctor, I...haha, what is my illness? I went to the hospital for an examination...haha, but I didn't find out what the illness is. You are all experts, so you can... ...Haha, help me, this feeling is really uncomfortable...haha."

It's more than uncomfortable, it's simply too weird.

Jia Simiao asked, "Doctor Zhang, how are you doing? Have you diagnosed your illness?"

Zhang Shan's face became the color of a donkey's liver. Just now, he was full of confidence. Who would have thought that he would encounter such a patient?Don't look at your cynicism now, if you go up and try, it will be in vain.Zhang Shan snorted: "It's not time to show the question board yet, what are you in a hurry for? Now, you'd better go up and check the patient's symptoms."

"That's true."

Jia Simiao went up and put five fingers on the patient's wrist.He didn't use a single finger because the Ghost Hand's one-finger pulse-cutting technique was too ostentatious.If Shen Zhong, Yin Huairou and others saw it, they would immediately recognize that Jia Simiao was a ghost hand. This was absolutely not what Jia Simiao wanted to see.

What he needs to do now is keep a low profile, keep a low profile.

The atmosphere of the whole scene was very tense, and only the patient's laughter was left, because the disease was so strange.Yin Huairou, Shen Zhong, Bai Shengkai, Xiao Yishui, Han Zijian and others did not have much confidence, and Bai Shengkai, Han Zijian and others couldn't help but give Jia Simiao a hard time.

You know, the only person who can compete with Shen Zhong and Yin Huairou is Jia Simiao.If he lost in the first round, it would definitely deal a heavy psychological blow to Xiao Yishui, Bai Shengkai, and Han Zijian.

"Brother Jia, you can't lose."

Tang Ziyu is Jia Simiao's personal nurse. She has long changed into a pink nurse's uniform and a nurse's cap, and never leaves Jia Simiao's side.It can be said that 80.00% of the men in the audience are looking at Tang Ziyu. The charming appearance of this little nurse is really endearing.

The more the diagnosis was made, the more solemn Jia Simiao's face became, and he kept shaking his head and sighing, which made the patient frightened, and he showed nervousness even in his voice, and asked in fear: "Doctor, why...haha, what's the matter?" Is it? Is it my illness... haha, is it serious?"

Finally, Jia Simiao took a few steps back and sighed, "Your illness... well, forget it, I won't talk about it."

ah?Why don't you say anything?The patient's family members were also scared, what they were most afraid of was this kind of hesitation, they stopped talking, and said anxiously: "Doctor, if you have any questions, just speak up, we can hold on."

Jia Simiao didn't say anything, turned around and retreated, stood side by side with Zhang Shan, and asked, "How is it, Doctor Zhang? Have you been diagnosed?"

Zhang Shan asked back, "What about you, have you been diagnosed?"

"Of course I was diagnosed."

"I... I didn't diagnose it, but you can ensure that your diagnosis is 100% correct?"

"Of course it is."

Miss etiquette said loudly: "Please show the question board."

Zhang Shan didn't write anything, because he really didn't know what kind of disease this patient was, and there was a blank question board.

What about Jia Simiao's?He didn't even show the question board, but handed it to Tang Ziyu directly, and said loudly, "I'll show the question board later."

Zhang Shan called out, "Jia Simiao, what the hell are you doing?"

Jia Simiao didn't seem to hear it, and walked straight in front of the patient and the patient's family, with a serious look on his face, and asked, "You guys, really want to know what the disease is?"

"I want to know."

"I advise you to stay ignorant..."

"We can... can hold on."

When doctors treat people, they always try to speak nice words to patients.If you say that he is terminally ill in front of the patient, the patient is likely to have a nervous breakdown on the spot.As for Jia Simiao, he is an honest person, so hesitant to say a few words, the heart of the patient and the patient's family members are hanging in the throat, they are really scared.

Jia Simiao stared at the patient and asked, "Didn't you go to several big hospitals, but you didn't find out the symptoms you got? Now, I'll tell you, touch your ribs from the bottom to the top, the third from the left." Inch position, press firmly."

"Ah..." The patient let out a scream, even breaking out in a cold sweat.

Jia Simiao asked, "How is it, how does it feel?"

"It hurts, it hurts."

"That's it. Your illness is already at the advanced stage. Go back and eat whatever you want. I'm afraid...you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

"what?"

The late stage is late, and it is still severely late.

The patient's face was pale, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground on the spot.He's only in his twenties, and he's just started to enjoy life, so he just left like this, he's not reconciled.The patient's family members were also terrified, and kept asking Jia Simiao if there was any other way to treat him.

Jia Simiao flatly refused: "There is no cure for terminal illness."