He laughed, but the one who killed me actually laughed!

Shang Jiazhou said angrily: "Why do you do this?"

Cai Yang's reaction was taken for granted and very calm: "It's very simple. Jia Simiao gave me 10 million and asked me to kill Shangpu. Liu Gaochan was not allowed to kill him again."

"Then you did it?"

"Why don't I do it? I'm a businessman. Whoever gives more money will help me do things."

"you……"

Shang Jiazhou was so angry that his face turned green and said fiercely: "If you pay for integrity in your business, you will collect my money first. If you don't help me, you will actually help Jia Si Miao. Do you 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 dare not?"

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

"You threaten me?"

"Oh, Mr. Shang, what are you saying? 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: "I still want money?"

Cai Yang said: "You can't give me money either, but Jia Simiao is much more comfortable than you, so he gave me 10 million. You said, if you don't give me more money than Jia Simiao... Tsk tsk, then what happened, don't say I'm sorry to my friend."

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

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

"Okay, then you think, how much does this transaction cost?"

Cai Yang stretched out a finger and said loudly: "10 million, no word is enough to be missing, you have to give it to me immediately."

Shang Jiazhou shouted: "You go and be a robber. I gave you 8 million last time. Haven't you killed Jia Simiao yet?"

Cai Yang said: "Is it 1 million okay? If you give me another 10 million, it is 11 million, which is more than Jia Simiao. I will help you do things beautifully."

The merchants didn’t open banks? Before, the merchants’ funds were almost all in Shang’s enterprise group. However, under the double blow of Jia Simiao and Qin Pojun, the Shang’s enterprise group had already gone bankrupt. Shang Jiazhou returned to the provincial capital and spent more money. This 10 million was really a considerable amount for him.

But I can't refuse to give it to you!

Shang Jiazhou really hated Cai Yang so much that he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll give you 11 million, but it must be after you kill Jia Simiao," he said.

Cai Yang said: "You are not as comfortable as Jia Simiao, and they gave me 10 million directly. You said, if I told Jia Simiao, you gave me 11 million and still be slow. Will he give me 15 million at once and let me kill you?"

Shang Jiazhou's face turned pale and he was about to vomit blood. He said anxiously: "Okay, okay, I will give you 11 million."

Must be a cash transaction.

At this moment, Shang Jiazhou transferred 10 million to Cai Yang's account through bank transfer. Looking at the series of zeros, Cai Yang was happy, and even though Shang Jiazhou was relieved, Jia Simiao would definitely not see the sun tomorrow morning.

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

Cai Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I pay the most attention to credibility when doing business, so just wait for good news."

"No, we will write it clearly in black and white. If you can't kill Jia Si Miao today, you will return the money to me and compensate me for 10 million in economic losses."

"Uh, there's no need?"

“It must be necessary.”

"What if I'm done?"

"Finish... OK, I'll give you another 1 million, which is a reward. Is this OK?"

"Okay, deal."

The two of them wrote all the terms and conditions clearly, and signed and copied them in duplicate. After they folded them and put them in their arms, Shang Jiazhou was relieved. In the afternoon, there was Jia Simiao's competition, and Shang Jiazhou had to go over and take a look. He asked someone to go to the funeral of Shang servant, and rushed to the Yulong Hotel again.

There were two games in the afternoon, which was the last two games of the first round.

The first game was 17-versus 20, and the second game was Jia Si Miao's appearance on 18-versus 19.

When Shang Jiazhou arrived here, the first game was just over. Han Zijian won, and Jia Simiao and another Chinese medicine doctor walked onto the stage.

The etiquette lady said: "Please press the button on the 18th or 19th to select the patient."

This traditional Chinese medicine doctor is not simple. It was specially arranged by Yang Deshan and Wang Kun. A traditional Chinese medicine master named Zhang Shan is a very important Chinese medicine master in the provincial capital. However, his methods are not kind at all, and he is even more hostile to Jia Simiao.

Zhang Shan sneered: "Jia Simiao, go and touch the number."

Jia Simiao shrugged his shoulders, walked up, and pressed the button. Slap! The numbers on the big screen scrolled quickly and finally stopped. It was Patient No. 11. This patient looked in his twenties, and his condition was a bit strange. He actually walked up with a laugh. 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 to diagnose and treated him, but he couldn't find the reason for the disease. He returned at the urging of the etiquette lady. He held the question board and didn't know what to write.

The patient asked with a laugh, "Haha, doctor, I...haha, what is my disease? I went to the hospital for examination...haha, I didn't find out what disease it was. You are all experts, but...haha, save me, it feels really uncomfortable...haha."

It's not just uncomfortable, it's simply too weird.

Jia Simiao asked, "Doctor Zhang, how about it? Have you been diagnosed with the condition?"

Zhang Shan's face turned into 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 sarcastic sarcastic now, it would be in vain if you go up and try it. Zhang Shan snorted: "It's not the stage of highlighting the question board yet, why are you anxious? Now, you should go up and check the patient's symptoms."

"That's right."

Jia Simiao walked up and put five fingers on the patient's wrist. He didn't use a single finger, because the one-finger pulse cutting technique of the ghost hand was too silly. If Shen Chong, Yin Huairou and others saw it, they would recognize at a glance that Jia Simiao was a ghost hand, which was definitely not what Jia Simiao wanted to see.

What he needs to do now is to be low-key and low-key.

The atmosphere at the whole scene was very tense, leaving only the laughter of the patient, because the disease was so strange. Yin Huairou, heavy, Bai Shengkai, Xiao Yishui, Han Zijian and others were not very sure. Bai Shengkai, Han Zijian and others couldn't help but sweat Jia Simiao.

You know, the only person who can compete with the heavy and Yin Huairou is Jia Simiao. If he loses in the first round, it will inevitably cause a serious psychological blow to Xiao Yishui, Bai Shengkai, and Han Zijian.

"Brother Jia, you can't lose."

Tang Ziyu is Jia Simiao's personal nurse. He has long been dressed in a pink nurse outfit and a nurse hat. He is always by Jia Simiao's side. It can be said that 80% of the men in the audience are looking at Tang Ziyu. The charming appearance of this young nurse is really adorable.

The more diagnosed it, the more serious Jia Si Miao's face became. He shook his head and sighed. This made the patient scared. He even showed nervousness and asked in panic: "Doctor, why...haha, what's wrong? Is it my disease...haha, it's very serious?"

Finally, Jia Simiao took a few steps back and sighed: "Your illness...ah, let it go, I won't talk about it."

Ah? Why don’t you say it? The patient’s family was also scared. The most feared was this kind of hesitation and stopped talking. He hurriedly said, “Doctor, if you have anything, just say it straight, we can hold on.”

Jia Simiao stopped talking, turned around and retreated, stood side by side with Zhang Shan, and asked, "Doctor Zhang, how about it? Have you been diagnosed?"

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

"Of course I've confirmed the diagnosis."

"I...I haven't confirmed the diagnosis, but you can make sure that your diagnosis is 100% correct?"

"Of course it's right."

The etiquette lady shouted: "Please show the question board."

Zhang Shan didn't write anything because he really didn't know what the patient was about, and the blank question board.

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

Zhang Shan shouted: "Jia Simiao, what's the point of making you do?"

Jia Simiao seemed to have not heard it, walked straight to the patient and the patient's family, with a serious expression and asked, "You guys really want to know what the disease is?"

"Think, want to know."

"I advise you that you still don't know..."

"We can...can hold on."

When doctors treat people, they always try to say good things to patients. If they say that they have terminal illness in front of the patient, the patient may have a mental breakdown on the spot. Jia Simiao is an honest person. Such a few words that are eager to speak but stopping have made the patient and the patient's family members feel in their throats. He is really scared.

Jia Simiao stared at the patient and asked, "Have you been to several major hospitals, but none of them found out the symptoms you have suffered? Now, I will tell you, touch your bottom ribs upwards, three inches left, and press hard."

"Ah..." The patient screamed and even had cold sweats.

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

"It hurts, it hurts very much."

"That's it. Your disease is already in the late stages of the disease. When you go back, you should eat whatever you should eat. I'm afraid... I won't see the sun tomorrow."

"ah?"

It's late, but it's still severe.

The patient's face was pale, his legs became weak, and he fell to the ground on the spot. He was only in his twenties and had just started to enjoy his life, so he left like that. The patient's family was also frightened and kept asking Jia Simiao if there was any treatment method?

Jia Simiao refused: "The terminal illness is beyond cure."
Chapter completed!