I created the Longevity Club

"This is a contract."

Lu Li reached out and pushed the contract in front of the old Zheng Taishun.

Zheng Taishun looked at the contract. He took the pen from Lu Li and found that his hand was shaking uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Has been sold for twenty-five years.

But in fact, this time, he should be actually reading this 'time contract' word for word.

,;8,;? In the past few times, Zheng Taishun was so intoxicated with winning and losing in gambling that all he could think about was ‘Gamble! ''bet! ''bet! ’.

To use an old saying, it's up to the top...

Now, he woke up, but it was too late.

He also realized that he had been tricked...

He lost twenty-five years of life, which means he lost a total of 7.5 million yuan!

This number is an astronomical sum for ordinary people, but in a huge international modern city like Shanghai, 7.5 million is nothing.

Zheng Taishun finished reading this contract.

He pursed his lips.

He raised his hand, holding the pen, in the signature column of the contract, ready to sign his name.

His right hand was shaking uncontrollably, so that his writing became crooked.

Zheng Taishun only felt that he had never written his name so solemnly in his entire life.

When writing this familiar stroke.

Zheng Taishun recalled his life.

'He was born into a well-to-do family, his parents were both working in Shanghai. When he was young, he was loved by his parents and grew up in a comfortable environment...' When he was young and middle-aged, he married a wife and had children. Ordinary, but warm..." Until five years ago, he became addicted to drugs, and he destroyed everything with his own hands..." He took back his thoughts.

Zheng Taishun signed the last stroke of his name.

He raised his head, looked at Lu Li, and asked in a low, hoarse voice: "Please divide this money into two parts and give it to me."

Lu Li looked at the old man in front of him who was only thirty-five years old, but his physical age was already sixty years old, and he would soon become seventy-three years old.

He reached out his hand and reached it in front of Zheng Taishun's forehead. He spread his fingers and grasped lightly.

Zheng Taishun felt his body suddenly tremble, and the life force from his body began to flow crazily!

Zheng Taishun's remaining life span was thirteen years, six months, twenty-one days and ten hours.

Lu Li bought it for fourteen years, that is, 4.2 million yuan, and left an extra "twenty-four hours" in Zheng Taishun's life.

This was the last 'mercy' Lu Li bestowed upon Zheng Taishun.

Lu Li watched Zheng Taishun leave with staggering steps.

The early morning sunshine shone on this rapidly aging old man.

Zheng Taishun left.

On the last day of his life, he still had two things to do.

The first thing is to give 3.2 million RMB of the 4.2 million RMB that he got from selling his "life" to his divorced wife and son, which is considered a negligible compensation.

The second thing is to give RMB 1 million of the 4.2 million RMB that was finally obtained from selling the "life span" to the elderly parents, so that they can have some money for retirement in their later years.

Not too long.

Zheng Taishun, who is seventy-three years old, no longer looks like a middle-aged man.

He took a bus and came to a dilapidated urban village.

He found the single room rented by his wife and son.

The environment was very bad, which made Zheng Taishun feel very distressed.

The door was suddenly opened, and Zheng Taishun hurriedly hid.

He saw his wife walking out of the door with her son who was in elementary school...

His wife's eyes swept across his body and then moved away. It was strange but she didn't recognize him.

Zheng Taishun looked at his wife and son cherishingly.

He suddenly smiled miserably, feeling that he was really a "bastard". He didn't know how to cherish it until it was lost.

The wife sent her son to the bus stop, and after her son got on the bus, she returned home.

Zheng Taishun knocked on the door.

"Mr. Zheng asked me to give this to your mother and son."

"He said this was the last compensation he could give you two."

"The password in the bank card is your birthday."

Zheng Taishun chose to conceal his identity. He spoke one after another in a hoarse voice.

That’s it.

He only felt that tears were about to pour out of the corners of his eyes.

Not daring to stay any longer, Zheng Taishun put down his bank card and left in a hurry.

He handed the bank card with 3.2 million yuan in it to his wife.

Zheng Taishun breathed a long sigh of relief.

He got on the bus.

As soon as he got on the bus, a young girl shouted "Uncle" and asked him to sit down.

Zheng Taishun sat down and looked at the changing light and shadow outside the window, looking at the city he was most familiar with and loved the most.

More than an hour later.

Zheng Taishun appeared in an old-fashioned community.

He was a little lucky that his parents still had this last house.

Zheng Taishun's parents invited Zheng Taishun to their home.

At this time, Zheng Taishun looked older than his parents. "you are?"

Zheng Taishun's father looked at the old man in front of him with some confusion.

Zheng Taishun's mother didn't know why, but she felt inexplicably uncomfortable. "This is what your son, Mr. Zheng, asked me to pass on to you two." "The password is mom...it's this lady's birthday." Zheng Taishun almost let it slip.

Handed the bank card out.

Zheng Taishun staggered out of the old house as if he was escaping.

Zheng Taishun's father hurriedly comforted him. Zheng Taishun's mother, watching the old man's back as he left, suddenly burst into tears without warning. "Xiaolan, what's wrong with you?" "Why are you crying?" "Don't cry!" "Don't cry!"

Walked out of the old house.

Zheng Taishun stood in front of the six-story building, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed three times solemnly towards the building.

After doing this last thing.

Zheng Taishun had no unfulfilled wishes.

He glanced at the time.

He still had eighteen or nineteen hours to live.

Zheng Taishun was going to take a casual stroll around the city... He went to the place where he used to go to elementary school. The former elementary school had been rebuilt...

He went to middle school, high school, and college... the place where he worked...

the place where he lived...

It was as if he had experienced a lifetime in just eighteen or nineteen hours.

It was late at night.

Zheng Taishun curled up on a wooden chair in the park.

As the sun rose again, Zheng Taishun closed his eyes, never to open them again.