107: Chapter 107: Five Hundred Thousand Casually Tossed Away!

Ma Huaqiang didn't keep Zhao Jun waiting long, sending a message back quickly.

Ma Huaqiang: "What's up, brother? Are you facing some difficulties?"

Zhao Jun sat up from the bed, looking at Ma Huaqiang's reply.

At this moment, he was a bit nervous.

Holding the phone with both hands, he was about to type a reply.

However, Ma Huaqiang initiated a voice call instead.

Zhao Jun took a deep breath and answered.

"Hello, Huaqiang!"

Zhao Jun called out.

"Zhao Jun, what happened? Do you need help?"

Ma Huaqiang asked.

Hearing his concerned greeting, a wave of warmth filled Zhao Jun's heart.

Then, he got straight to the point:

"Huaqiang, my dad suddenly fell ill last night and fell off the bed. He was taken to the emergency room by ambulance and is still in the ICU now."

Ma Huaqiang was startled.

"How did Uncle's condition suddenly worsen? Wasn't he doing fine a few days ago?"

Yesterday, he had even chatted briefly with Zhao Jun about Uncle Zhao's illness.

He had heard from Zhao Jun that he had taken Uncle Zhao to the hospital for a check-up, and there were no major issues—he just needed to rest and recover.

How could he have been sent to the ICU so suddenly?

Zhao Jun gave a light sigh.

"Sigh, yeah, I didn't expect it to suddenly turn out like this either."

After a sigh, Zhao Jun hesitated for a long while before finally speaking up:

"Huaqiang, can you lend me some money? The cost of the ICU is too high; just one day costs tens of thousands. I... I'm out of money..."

By the end, Zhao Jun's voice grew weaker and weaker, even carrying a hint of pleading.

If he hadn't truly encountered a hardship, who would be willing to beg others for a loan?

Upon hearing this, Ma Huaqiang replied immediately:

"Sure! How much do you need?"

Zhao Jun was suddenly stunned.

He hadn't expected Ma Huaqiang to agree directly without the slightest hesitation.

He even asked directly how much he needed.

Zhao Jun was deeply moved, his eyes turning slightly red.

The sleepless night, physical exhaustion, and the heavy pressure on his shoulders caused his eyes to fill with tears at this moment.

In his most difficult hour, he hadn't expected that only his old classmate would help him.

Ma Huaqiang waited for a long time but didn't hear exactly how much money Zhao Jun needed.

He even faintly heard the sound of subtle sobbing through the receiver.

The sensitive Ma Huaqiang immediately knew what was happening.

He said no more and stated directly:

"I'll give you five hundred thousand first to cover Uncle's medical bills and treatment costs. If that's not enough, tell me!"

Zhao Jun, who was caught in a wave of emotion and grief, was stunned when he heard Ma Huaqiang offer to transfer five hundred thousand to him.

In a daze, he was completely frozen!

"Five... five hundred thousand?!"

Zhao Jun murmured to himself.

"Is it not enough?"

Ma Huaqiang's voice came through, sounding somewhat puzzled.

"No, no, no! It's enough... it's enough!"

Zhao Jun said hurriedly.

Five hundred thousand was more than enough!

He was simply frightened by Ma Huaqiang's lavish generosity.

Five hundred thousand, just like that!

What kind of business was Ma Huaqiang doing to make so much money?

Without overthinking it, Zhao Jun's heart was filled with gratitude.

Where could one find a brother who would lend five hundred thousand without a second thought?

He said to Ma Huaqiang with sincere emotion:

"Brother! Thank you!"

"Don't worry, as soon as I earn the money, I will definitely pay you back immediately."

"If you're not at ease, we can write an IOU!"

Nobody's money fell from the sky.

He didn't know what kind of work Ma Huaqiang was doing to be able to earn so much.

But this was still someone else's hard-earned money!

Zhao Jun insisted on paying him back as quickly as possible.

"Psh, we're brothers. Writing an IOU would be like slapping me in the face!"

"Don't worry about the repayment for now; Uncle's illness is the most important thing."

Ma Huaqiang waved it off, not caring in the slightest.

It was as if these five hundred thousand dragon currency were no different from fifty bucks; he didn't give them a second thought.

"Hurry up and send me your account number. I'll transfer it to you right now!"

"The hospital only cares about money, not people. Paying the fees early is the only way to ensure Uncle's safety!"

"Mm, I'll send it to you now!" Zhao Jun nodded heavily.

Then he hung up the phone and sent his card number to Ma Huaqiang.

Before long, he received a notification of the arrival of funds.

A full five hundred thousand was immediately transferred to his bank card.

Looking at the bank card with a five followed by five complete zeros.

A weight finally lifted from Zhao Jun's heart.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, a long-absent smile appearing on his face.

"With these five hundred thousand, there's definitely hope for my father's illness!"

"So what if it's an ICU ward? As long as my dad has a glimmer of hope, I'll have the hospital keep treating him until he's saved!"

He thought of the nurse's slightly disdainful and contemptuous tone when he went to the nurse's station to pay, and his heart filled with resentment.

What did she mean by saying he was unwilling to spend money to save his own father?

Was he unwilling to spend money? He had no money!

If he had money, he would use the most expensive wards and the most expensive medicines for his old man without hesitation.

But...

A single penny can stump a hero.

"They say money is the root of all evil, but damn, it sure is beautiful!"

Zhao Jun laughed self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and sighed deeply.

He had originally thought that by entering the Research Institute and getting a government job, his future life would be worry-free.

His parents could also enjoy their golden years in peace.

But reality had given him a harsh slap in the face.

A single bout of illness had shown him the cruelty of reality.

"Once father's condition stabilizes, I must go learn from Huaqiang and ask him how he earned so much money!"

Zhao Jun thought to himself.

In high school, Ma Huaqiang's grades weren't good.

One could even say he was at the bottom of the class.

Afterward, he hadn't even gotten into university.

Yet, despite that, he was now able to pull out five hundred thousand at will without even blinking.

It would be a lie to say Zhao Jun wasn't curious.

"In the past, although Huaqiang wasn't good at studying, his brain was really sharp!"

Zhao Jun recalled their high school life and murmured to himself as he thought of the Ma Huaqiang of that time.

"However, it's probably because his brain is so sharp that he can thrive in this hyper-competitive society!"

"I wonder if he'd be willing to share his money-making methods with me?"

Zhao Jun's mind wandered with these thoughts.

Then, he felt it was necessary to find a time to go and talk with Ma Huaqiang in person.

So, he sent another message to Ma Huaqiang:

"Huaqiang, once my dad's condition is stable, I'll come over to have a chat with you!"

After sending it, just as Zhao Jun was about to put his phone back in his pocket, Ma Huaqiang replied to him.

"Sure, absolutely no problem!"

"If you come looking for me, come directly here. Address: xxxxxx"

Zhao Jun opened the map and searched for the address Ma Huaqiang had sent.

He discovered that it was actually a villa district.

"Hiss..."

"Huaqiang is this rich now? He actually lives in a villa district?"

Seeing this, Zhao Jun became even more curious.

A villa!

Even a small one would cost over a million, let alone the address Ma Huaqiang had sent, which was a high-end villa district.

Any single house there would start at three million and up.

For a moment, Zhao Jun became even more eager to know exactly what business Ma Huaqiang was in to be making so much money.