C11 Tricking

Wu Zhentian felt that his father was making a big deal out of nothing. No matter how good Shi Lei was, he was just a barefooted doctor. He didn't even have a proper medical license. These two times, it seemed like his medical skills were as godly as a god. He guessed that it would be a lie.

Maybe he did have some basic medical skills, but he was more of a crooked doctor and had good luck.

In Wu Zhentian's mind, such a person could be better described as "deceiving."

If he said it wrongly, he would be a liar.

What was even more infuriating was that such a person actually had to trouble him, the richest man in N City, to personally drive him away. When he thought of this, Wu Zhentian couldn't help but get angry.

Wu Zhentian took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Shi Lei. "If you want to live, this is three million. Take it well. From now on, don't lie to my father anymore."

Speaking up to this point, he snorted coldly. "If you don't listen to my advice, then you want to die! You also know how powerful my family is. With just a finger, I can make you disappear."

Shi Lei was stunned. After a while, he frowned and said, "Mister Wu, what do you mean?"

Wu Zhentian waved the bank card in his hand and said, "You came out to cheat for money. I think three million is enough for you to spend. I won't call the police to arrest you, and I won't send people to deal with you. I guess you've done a lot of good, haven't you? In the future, stay away from my father. He is old and muddle-headed. I didn't!"

"... " Ah."

Shi Lei laughed angrily.

Liar?

Have you ever seen a liar who can trick a dead person to live?

Have you ever seen a liar who can cure a chronic illness with a meal?

Fine, no matter how big the Wu family's business is, it's not like they won't give me money to spend, so why should I curry favor with you?

Shi Lei didn't even look at the card in Wu Zhentian's hand. He directly opened the car door and took a step out.

"Stay away from your father. That's fine. That's your father, not my father. I have no obligation to give him respect. I don't owe him anything either."

"As for the money, you can keep it. Three million sounds scary, but it's not enough to humiliate me."

After saying that, he swaggered off.

After leaving, Shi Lei casually walked on the street. He wanted to figure out how he was going to walk in the future.

Suddenly, Shi Lei felt his soul tremble. He couldn't help but stop and look to his right.

There were a few practice stands on the right. There were some antiques, jade, calligraphy, and paintings.

Only then did Shi Lei realize that he had unknowingly walked to the antique street.

The feeling just now disappeared in a flash. Shi Lei looked at the few stalls around him doubtfully.

Most of the things on the stalls were ordinary. Even if there was an item that occasionally emitted a slight ancient aura, it simply could not cause Shi Lei's soul to palpitate.

The stall owners enthusiastically greeted and promoted their items.

His soul must have been touched just now. Shi Lei was sure of this point. It was definitely not an illusion.

After looking at it again and finding nothing, Shi Lei slowly closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. His mind was clear, as if he was the only one in the world.

One minute passed, two minutes passed...

In an instant, that feeling appeared. Shi Lei immediately opened his eyes and looked towards one of the stalls.

There was a Copperball the size of a walnut. There was a dragon carved on the surface of the Copperball. The craftsmanship was crude, and it looked very ordinary.

Shi Lei walked over and held the Copperball in his hand. After carefully sensing it, he was shocked.

The Copperball was an ordinary item, but the thing inside was actually...

"Boss, how much for this small ball?" After Shi Lei calmed his excited mood, he casually weighed the Copperball in his hand.

"Ten million! No bargaining." After the boss said the price, he looked at Shi Lei with a calm expression, as if he was saying 50 yuan.

10 million?

If Shi Lei hadn't recognized this item, he would definitely have turned around and left.

"Young man, he has been selling this ten million for seven or eight years. He is crazy. Young man, come and take a look at my things. They are definitely good stuff." The stall owner at the side waved at Shi Lei enthusiastically.

After hesitating for a moment, Shi Lei finally suppressed the thought of running away with the Copperball. He reluctantly put the Copperball back.

Shi Lei believed that no one except him would recognize this item. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed here for seven or eight years without making a move.

Forget it, he quickly thought of a way to raise money.

Lend it to Wu Zhentian?

Shi Lei secretly shook his head. Using Wu Zhentian's money to buy this item was too much of a cause and effect.

It seemed like he needed to find two more rich people to treat his illness. Only then could he use the fastest speed to earn ten million.

Shi Lei thought as he walked, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Someone was following him!

Shi Lei turned his head and was stunned for a moment. The person following him was actually the stall owner who sold Copperball.

"Sir, can I talk to you in private?" The stall owner walked in front of Shi Lei and made an obeisance. His eyes were full of excitement.

Shi Lei nodded.

He had a vague feeling that the stall owner knew what the Copperball was, but if he knew what it was, why would he sell it?

Ten minutes later, the stall owner led Shi Lei into a run-down shop in the depths of the antique street.

"Sir, help!" As soon as they entered the shop, the stall owner immediately turned around and knelt in front of Shi Lei.

The stall owner's action shocked Shi Lei. He rushed forward to help Shi Lei up, but he didn't expect the stall owner to be so stubborn. He refused to get up and said with a kowtow, "Sir, please promise to save me, or else I will kneel down like this!"

Shi Lei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought to himself, This is your shop, not my house. Kneel down. Can't I just leave?

But he didn't do so.

The reason was very simple. Since the first time he saw this stall owner, Shi Lei could tell that he was... sick!

Shi Lei was also very strange. Logically speaking, the medical skills he obtained from the Chen family's ancestor were very brilliant. TCM was particular about looking, smelling, asking, and cutting. After reaching a certain realm, just by looking, one could tell what kind of illness the patient had.

But he faintly felt that there was something wrong with this stall owner's body. As for what illness it was, he had no idea, so he thought that he was seeing things.

Now that this person knelt down to ask for help, it confirmed Shi Lei's previous guess.

It seemed like he really was sick. He was right.

Shi Lei not only inherited the Chen family's ancestor's medical skills, he also inherited the medical ethics of his ancestors. When he saw someone who was trapped by the illness, he naturally could not leave them to die.

"Boss, get up." Shi Lei looked at him and said, "As long as it's within my ability, I will definitely save you."

"Thank you, thank you, sir."

The stall owner thanked him several times before standing up. Shi Lei saw that because of his excitement, tears were rolling in his eyes.

Next, the stall owner took out the posture of receiving a distinguished guest.

Shi Lei did not expect that this small shop would hide a superior tea even though it looked shabby. After the stall owner personally brewed the tea and respectfully handed it to Shi Lei, he began to talk.

The stall owner's name was Kuan Haiping. His ancestors were of the same lineage and they were all martial artists. In his grandfather's generation, he had even been the personal bodyguard of a country's leader. The chief would always bring him along no matter which country he visited.

Normally, for a martial artist to be able to reach this position, even if it was the end, not to mention being rich and powerful, as long as their descendants were not too wasteful, they should not have to worry about food and clothing. Why did this Kuan Haiping end up in a small stall in the antique market?

There was a reason for this.

The Guan family had lasted for so many generations. It was as if they had been cursed by some kind of curse. From generation to generation, they would not be able to live past 40 years of age!

There were no illnesses or disasters, and it was not an accident. Those who practiced martial arts had strong bodies, but they could not live past 40 years of age. Some were 37, 8, and some were 38, 9. At most, they could live up to 40 years of age, and they would definitely die!

When Kuan Haiping's father passed away, he was 39. Before he died, he held his son's hand and gave him something. It was that little Copperball.

His father said to him, "No matter what, you have to find the person who knows this thing. Only this person can cure the Guan family's hereditary disease. I will not be able to live this life. You still have a chance..."

That year, Kuan Haiping was only 17 years old.

Since then, he had used up all the family savings his grandfather had accumulated. He took the Copperball and ran around the world to find the person who recognized this Copperball.