Chapter 508 Customers in New York (fourth update, asking for monthly votes)

Chen Zhao, Yula, and Cheryl were all old and black, and they were all moved to luxury suites.

Lao Hei was very satisfied with the arrangement of the luxurious suite, and Evelin stood beside Chen Zhao.

"Sir, are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

"Not bad." Chen Zhao nodded.

"When will your companion check in?"

"You don't have to worry about this."

Chen Zhao glanced at Lao Hei, who was lying on the sofa not far away. The sofa was obviously dented.

Fortunately, Evelin didn't see it, otherwise, she would have been scared to death.

"Well, I wish you a happy trip, sir. If anything happens, you can let me know at any time."

Evelin and Chen Zhao exited the door. As soon as they came out, they saw Margaret coming out of the opposite door.

"Hi Ms. Margaret, do you live here too?"

"Um...Hello, Mr. Chen."

Margaret didn't expect to meet Chen Zhao here.

The reason why she avoided Chen Zhao was because she felt that Chen Zhao had a mental problem.

And as a psychiatrist, she is well aware of the dangers of some patients with mental illness.

The more harmless a patient looks on the outside, the more dangerous they are.

Margaret did not like to interact with mental patients or patients with mental illness outside her clinic.

It's because she can't be sure whether the other party is safe or dangerous.

Chen Zhao didn't know what Margaret was thinking, and said enthusiastically: "Would you like a drink? I'll treat you to it."

Evelin on the side did not leave, her face turned dark.

Although your consumption for these three days is free of charge, you can't be a big dog like this.

"No, I have something else to do. Goodbye."

"Ms. Margaret, New York is not safe at night. This is known as Sin City, so be careful."

"New York is not as dangerous as you think, Mr. Chen." Evelin couldn't help but corrected.

Chen Zhao looked at Evelin: "Ms. Evelin, when I'm talking to my friend, I can't tell her that New York is very safe. You can wander around freely outside, and you don't need to pay attention to safety, right?"

"..."

Margaret smiled: "I'm in a hurry, sorry."

Who is your friend?

Margaret carried her handbag and left in a hurry.

"I'm taking my leave, too, Mr. Chen." Evelin also left.

At this moment, Chen Zhao's phone rang.

"Chen, are you in New York now?" Ethan's call came in.

"Yes, I told you, if you have any clients at this time, please turn them away."

"No, no, no, I happen to have a client from New York."

"What? Clients in New York? You work as an agent in Los Angeles, but you can actually get clients from New York?"

"It's an old friend of mine in New York who is in the same business as me. When we were chatting just now, he talked about one of his clients and said that none of his people could solve the problem. Then I happened to think of you. Recommended him to you.”

"Okay, who is the customer of this business?"

"I don't know. I'll give you a phone number. You can call him Tours."

"good."

…

"Hello, Mr. Tours, I was introduced by Ethan, you can call me Chen."

"Hello Chen, are you the one who can help my client solve this problem?"

"I haven't even seen the customer yet, so I can't be sure whether the problem can be solved."

"Okay, where are you now? I'll pick you up."

After Chen Zhao and Tours made an agreement, Chen Zhao carried the tool box and waited in the hotel lobby.

At this time Evelin came over: "Mr. Chen, are you waiting for someone?"

"um, yes."

Just at this time, a middle-aged man walked in, wearing a black windbreaker and a gentleman's hat.

"Hello, are you Chen? I'm Turs."

"Hello, Mr. Turs, shall we leave now?"

"Yep."

Chen Zhao looked back at Evelin: "Goodbye, Miss Evelin."

Tours was very eager and drove very fast. At this time, the streets of New York were just about the beginning of nightlife and there was a lot of traffic.

Chen Zhao was sitting a little uncomfortable: "Mr. Tours, can you drive a little slower?"

"Sorry, I was too anxious."

Tours apologized, but his speed did not slow down.

Finally, Tours' car stopped in front of a manor.

In this country, there are super rich people in every city.

New York is known as a great cosmopolitan city, and it is home to the largest number of wealthy people in the world.

Even Los Angeles cannot compare with the wealthy people in New York. Whether it is net worth or quantity, they are not on the same level.

Chen Zhao is no stranger to entering rich people's homes. He first passes the security notice at the door, and then the people inside come out to pick him up.

Soon, Chen Zhao and Tours were taken to the living room inside.

But what Chen Zhao didn't expect was that Margaret was actually here.

"Ms. Margaret, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Margaret's face turned dark, why did she meet this delusional patient again.

"Ms. Margaret, what are you doing here?"

Margaret's cheeks twitched: "I came here to treat one of my patients."

Margaret answered casually and looked at Chen Zhao: "Are you an illegal doctor?"

Chen Zhao smiled. He appeared here at this time, and he was carrying a toolbox. He couldn't explain it even if he wanted to.

"Just doing a favor for a friend." Chen Zhao replied.

Anyway, it is impossible to directly admit that he is an illegal doctor.

Even if it has been exposed, it is impossible to admit it.

At this moment, a very heavy cry came from the room inside.

"ah……"

Chen Zhao couldn't tell whether the cry was a painful scream or an angry roar.

Chen Zhao looked at Margaret, was his patient the same as hers?

But she seems to be a psychiatrist, and he is an illegal doctor who accepts everything except mental illness. There seems to be no overlap between them, right?

At this moment, a man dressed like a butler walked out.

Looking at him, he looked a little embarrassed.

"Ms. Margaret, Mr. Chen, you can go in."

Chen Zhao and Margaret both walked out of the bedroom with suspicion.

After entering the room, Chen Zhao saw a large bed with a person sitting on it.

What's strange is that this man has one hand cuffed to the metal rod at the head of the bed.

The man's eyes were a little downcast and depressed, his head was always lowered, and his chest was rising and falling.

Chen Zhao and Margaret looked at this man in confusion. Is he a prisoner here or the owner here?

Why was he handcuffed to the bedside?

At this moment, the man's cuffed right arm tugged hard, as if trying to break free.

"You two, don't just stand there stupidly. Come here and help me solve this problem."