Chapter 15 Death Prophecy
"Beverly Hills, it seems you are a big client this time. I wish you good luck, brother."
"Is this the best place for human beings to live? It looks very ordinary. Why is there not a single tomb? Isn't it troublesome for people to die?" Lao Hei wandered beside Chen Zhao: "I thought the most luxurious place for human beings should have tombs. field."
"It would be great if that little river over there could be replaced by flowing magma." Beelzebub said.
"That's right. If the smell of sulfur in the air is stronger, and some blood stingers are planted on both sides, it would be even more perfect."
"Why are you three here? Are you trying to steal a car again?" Chen Zhao looked at the three strong-mouthed kings with a dark face.
"We heard that you were coming to the most luxurious place in mankind, so we came here specially to take a look... but I was so disappointed."
Chen Zhao looked at the three demons with a dark look on his face: "Don't think about human habits with your demonic thinking. I feel creepy when I hear your imagination of an ideal home."
Listening to their understanding of home, unless developers build an estate next to a volcano crater and then build a cemetery, their needs can be met.
The manor where Chen Zhao's customer lives this time has a large villa surrounded by greenery and flowers. The road is paved with cobblestones. The other side of the cobblestone road leads to a beach. This is a private beach, and it is a high-quality beach. .
Chen Zhao was brought into the manor, and Chen Zhao met his customers.
An old man with gray hair, simple clothes, holding a cane in his hand, his eyes full of turbidity, and his thin body, looked like a dying old man.
"Hello, sir, I am the doctor introduced by Ethan. Are you my patient?"
"Asian? That rogue agency is really unreliable. You can leave. There are no patients for you here."
A typical Jewish white man, and his words are full of racial discrimination.
Chen Zhao's impression of this old Jewish man suddenly hit rock bottom: "In that case, let's say goodbye."
Regarding Chen Zhao's departure, the old Jewish man did not stop him and kept his proud attitude.
At this time, Lao Hei came to Chen Zhao's side and muttered a few words.
Chen Zhao suddenly stopped and turned to look at the old Jewish man: "Old man, I hope you will have a quick-acting Jiuxin pill by your side when you have angina in an hour."
"Who do you think you are? A pretentious Asian monkey. I don't need a low-level human like you to treat me. What I want is a white doctor, an elite! Not a yellow-skinned wizard."
"I remember your words, old Jewish man. Next time we meet again, you'd better prepare enough cash."
"If you don't get out of my manor, I will let the police take you away. Get out. Every breath of air you breathe here belongs to me, and the lowly dog next to you will also be taken away. If it dares to poop or urinate here, I will let you eat it."
Mmp, my travel expenses were wasted.
Chen Zhao left the manor and did not leave Beverly Hills immediately. Instead, he sat on a chair by the roadside.
"Human, let me kill that bastard,"
"I think he will be very happy, and he can't survive today. You still want him to have fun temporarily. I really doubt whether you are on my side." Chen Zhao pulled Raymond's slender neck.
Lao Hei has already said that the old Jewish man will not survive today and the cause of death is myocardial infarction.
But even without myocardial infarction, he would not have lived for more than three days. His body was completely exhausted, and he had not eaten for two days.
That's why he went to see a doctor. His anorexia left him with no appetite for any food.
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Rasfa was very angry that a lowly yellow-skinned monkey came to be his doctor.
As a white supremacist racist, Rasfa excludes all people except white-skinned people.
He allows people of color to do those lowly professions, but cannot accept being a doctor.
In his view, being a doctor is something only elite white people can do, not other people of color.
Thinking of this, Rasfa became more and more excited. He felt that his heart rate was a little fast and his breathing became difficult.
However, Rasfa still tried his best to maintain his breathing, and the chest tightness gradually subsided.
However, Rasfa was still upset and called again, scolding the person responsible for contacting Ethan.
"Sir, what are you going to have for dinner?"
"No need...forget it, let's have another steak." Rasfa thought for a while, he hadn't eaten for two days, and he still had to eat something even if he had no appetite anymore.
The reason why he contacted the black agency and asked for an illegal doctor was because the fight in the film company had become increasingly fierce recently, and even the health consultant around him was arranged by other shareholders.
Once people from other factions in the company know about his physical condition, they will definitely use it as an excuse to attack him on the board of directors, which he cannot allow.
At the dinner table, Rasfa looked at the tender imported Wagyu beef. The chef was hired by him with an annual salary of 100,000 yuan. The dishes he cooked were always to his liking, but today, he really couldn't move his knife and fork.
The sight of beef made him feel a little nauseous. Rasfa forced himself to pick up the knife and fork, but before he could cut off a piece of beef, he suddenly felt a twinge of angina in his chest.
"Quickly...give me medicine quickly...my medicine...my medicine..."
Fortunately, the entourage always carried Rasfa's usual medicine with him and hurriedly gave Rasfa the medicine to take.
Rasfa's heart angina gradually eased, and every time he had an attack, he felt like he had taken a trip from hell.
The older a person gets, the more afraid of death he becomes. Rasfa leaned back on his chair.
"Sir, are you feeling better now?"
Rasfa's face was uncertain. He recalled what the yellow-skinned monkey had just said and looked at the time.
An hour, exactly an hour!
Does that yellow-skinned monkey have such good eyesight?
He could control the time so accurately and predict that he would get sick within an hour?
Rasfa was a little in disbelief: "Call, I want to see the Asian doctor just now."
The attendant glanced at Rasfa. He had just said those mean words in front of him, and now he wanted him to come back. It would be strange if he was willing.
However, as a follower, he still made the call according to Rasfa's request.
First, it was transferred to the mobile phone of another person in charge of contact, and then the contact person transferred it to the mobile phone of the black agent Ethan, and finally the message was passed to Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao never left. He was always in Beverly Hills. He was waiting for this news.
When he came, he paid more than a hundred dollars for the fare. It was impossible for him to make a loss-making business.
"Ethan, tell that old guy to prepare a hundred thousand dollars or a coffin."
"Chen, why bother? That is a big customer. If you can establish a good relationship with him, it will be easy to get to know more wealthy people."
"He is a white supremacist racist. I don't think I can maintain a good relationship with him, and I don't intend to maintain a good relationship with him. One hundred thousand dollars is his mental compensation for humiliating me in person. Tell him that if I don’t see the money, so he just waits for death.”
"Okay, I'll pass it on to you."
Ethan was also helpless, but if it was one hundred thousand dollars, then he could get twenty thousand dollars, and he was very happy to accept this price.
But whether the other party accepts it or not is beyond his control.
