365: I have a friend

"Ten million!" Hearing this number, Dr. Wu's face lit up with a smile.

"You guys are really generous for creating a God."

Reaching out to take the check, Dr. Wu patted his chest: "Don't worry, I'll cooperate fully!"

Seeing the other party take the check, Sun Changhe emphasized: "You need to hear the conditions clearly.

From now on, you are not allowed to be exposed to outsiders."

"Tomorrow's challenge match, you are even less allowed to appear in public and show your face."

"Otherwise, the myth that we spent so much effort building will be destroyed because of you, and you might face true death!"

With the sweet taste of ten million before him and the cold warning and threat behind him, Dr. Wu's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.

He said with certainty: "Mr. Sun, please rest assured, I will disappear starting tonight!

Within two years, not a single piece of news will be leaked to the public!"

Originally,

When Dr. Wu's Lin Yue's wife called him, she also told him to directly decline the challenge match and recuperate at the Hospital in peace.

But Dr. Wu refused outright.

He had been preparing for that challenge match for several months, how could he decline it at the most crucial moment?

Even if he was truly going to die, he had to finish this match before he died.

It was as if there was a force, a voice, making him so determined.

However, now.

Looking at the ten million he held in his hand, and hearing Sun Changhe's threat, Dr. Wu no longer dared to have the idea of continuing to box.

Ten million.

With this money, what challenge match was there to kick?

And there was the behemoth Sun Family watching from behind.

If he really went to box, to show his face, he might truly be killed and thrown into some stinking ditch!

"That... Mr. Sun, since your Father is not dead, is it possible... to give some evidence?"

He was still scared by that attention.

Even though the current situation was so clear, he still wanted to see the living Sun Taichu or those who had been given attention before and were still alive now.

Only then would he truly feel at ease.

Sun Changhe wiped his mouth and did not refuse.

He casually opened a video.

In the video, a White-Haired Old Man, looking old and imposing, angrily said to the person filming: "You want me to cooperate with that little funeral streamer in acting?"

"You want to publicly announce that I'm dead?!"

"Precisely because everyone doesn't believe you would cooperate with Bai Shi in acting, if you cooperate, everyone will revere Bai Shi as a God!"

A voice came from the person filming, it was Sun Changhe.

"So what? What's the use of this?" Sun Taichu was still impatient.

"Money! Much more money than our current assets!" Sun Changhe's voice was excited: "When everyone believes Bai Shi is a God, a casual word from him about where the real estate is good, what to eat is good for the body, or even which City has a God, people from all over the World will continuously flock to it and pay!"

"Furthermore, as long as this plan is not exposed, we can, through Bai Shi, this God in people's eyes, step into the true upper echelons of this World!"

...

The video content flashed by scene by scene.

Dr. Wu watched, so nervous that his palms were sweating.

Actually, he only needed to see the information that Sun Taichu was alive.

This secret, for him, was too big and too terrifying.

As his throat gulped, he said with a trembling voice: "Enough, enough, Mr. Sun, you must keep this video safe.

I don't know anything, and I won't say anything!"

Although he knew that Sun Taichu was truly still alive, now he seemed a little more uneasy.

"That's right, this video must be kept properly."

Sun Changhe put away his telephone and nodded meaningfully: "If it's exposed, Bai Shi will be completely pulled down from the altar and become a charlatan that everyone curses and is like a rat crossing the street."

"Of course, my Sun Family will also suffer a great loss of credibility."

...

Bai's Funeral Services.

Bai Shi was very happy.

So happy that he couldn't hide it.

After the news of Sun Taichu's death was announced, everyone around him, including the company employees and the family members who had just held a funeral here, were extremely respectful towards him.

They were just short of lighting three incense sticks and kowtowing in worship.

"Boss Bai, I knew it, choosing your company to arrange things for our Old Man was definitely the right choice!"

The family members who were just in the farewell hall enthusiastically held Bai Shi's hands.

"Not at all, not at all.

Dancing upstairs just now offended the deceased, it should be our company that compensates and apologizes."

Bai Shi said with his nostrils pointed upwards, laughing as he apologized.

"No, no!

We believe this must be Boss Bai's unique way of sending off the deceased!"

"Boss Bai, you must help our Old Man down there."

Among the family members, a few Old Man took out a stack of money and handed it to Bai Shi.

Bai Shi waved his hand and accepted it.

His heart was filled with excitement.

Things were getting better, everything was getting better.

From now on, beautiful women and luxury cars would come flocking!

...

It was night.

It was late at night.

After the employees had left work, Bai Shi sat in the Boss chair and scrolled through videos with great interest.

Most of the edited videos were about Sun Taichu's death and praising the judge-like Bai's Funeral Services.

Watching videos that praised himself, he naturally couldn't stop scrolling.

But when a video appeared, Bai Shi had a puzzled look on his face.

Dr. Wu, obituary.

"That's not right?

Shouldn't he die in the ring tomorrow?

Why is there an obituary now?"

His eyes were full of confusion, and Bai Shi clicked on the comments.

A large number of comments were all saying that he, the judge, had accurately predicted again.

There was no other information.

"Really dead?"

"What's really dead?"

Suddenly, a voice next to him startled Bai Shi.

Turning his head to look, it was the guy who was dancing upstairs!

"Are you sick!

You walk without a sound at all, and you even walked directly behind me.

Did I allow you to come in?!"

His heart was pounding with fright, and Bai Shi's voice almost broke.

"Here, calm down, let me buy you a drink."

Ye Tian handed Bai Shi a bottle of wine.

Bai Shi frowned: "What do you mean?

Are we close?"

"An apology."

Ye Tian's voice was gentle: "There's no other way to do business upstairs, it disturbed you downstairs."

"Next time I'll stagger the time.

This bottle of Romanée-Conti is an apology, it's for you."

"Romanée-Conti?"

Bai Shi wasn't completely ignorant.

He had heard of this kind of wine that sounded very expensive.

Hundreds of thousands a bottle!

"You're using this to apologize?"

"Try it."

Pouring a glass with some doubt, Bai Shi looked at Ye Tian suspiciously, then tilted his head: "Gulp."

"So hard to drink, it tastes fake."

"It is fake."

"What?!"

Bai Shi's face turned as red as a pig's liver: "What exactly did you come down here for?

To make fun of me?!"

"I just want to ask a question."

Ye Tian casually poured Bai Shi a glass of wine: "Even if this wine is fake, it still costs several hundred.

If you taste it carefully, it has a unique flavor."

"What do you want to ask?"

Having no mood to look at the fake wine, Bai Shi asked the guy in front of him.

He didn't even realize that he, who had always been intolerant of others offending him, was so tolerant of this person in front of him.

"I have a friend."

"He also does funeral business."

"Hmm? And then?

I won't merge stores or bring people in."

Bai Shi felt like he had guessed something.

After all, he was somewhat of a celebrity now, and it was normal for some people to try to curry favor through various connections.

"No, no, I'm talking about his story."

Ye Tian waved his hand: "My friend's business is very bad."

"How bad?

Was it worse than mine before?"

Bai Shi seemed to be reminded of his past days, snorted, and picked up the wine glass on the table.

"Yes, it was as bad as yours, so bad that he was kicked out by the landlord."

Bai Shi: "..."

"No business, no money, no way out.

Guess what my friend did?"

Ye Tian, who wore the storyteller's badge, directly attracted and focused people's attention with his words.

"What did he do?" Bai Shi asked.

"He killed people!

When people died, he got business!"

Ye Tian suddenly lowered his voice.

"Killing people to get business?

What kind of idiot is this?"

Bai Shi's face was full of disdain: "This kind of person doesn't deserve to do this line of work, they've defiled it."

"Yes, they've defiled it."

Ye Tian's voice was a little distant.

Suddenly, he came closer again: "You wouldn't be like my friend, one day, in order to get business, you'll go and kill someone, would you?!"