Next cos raising funds, borrowing money, using up all the savings.
Life is on the line, the cost of a heart transplant, the cost of hospitalization to sustain life, all beca issues.
These days, with advanced technology, it's not so easy to die, but the premise is having money.
Realizing Xu Zhentian was raising a lot of money, colleagues turned on him, and managent got involved, just firing him to settle things.
There was compensation, but it was a drop in the bucket.
Brother Qiang, rembering past friendship, was willing to help, but after spending three years in jail for thirty thousand, it wasn't enough.
"Brother Qiang, help out, didn't you say last ti there was a gang planning a bank heist? I think I can do it! Brother Qiang, you know my sister now..."
Xu Zhentian sent the text, leaving half the information there, hoping to gain so sympathy.
However...
"Little Xu, it's not that I don't want to help, but for jobs over a million, you don't have the qualifications, you know? Bank heists need people, can you manage that? Do you have the skills for helicopter flying, starting a city chase in a sports car at 200 km/hr without a crash? Taking a step back, if you want to be a small player in a bank heist team, how much share would you get? Not to sound harsh, but even if soone gave you a gun, you wouldn't have the guts to fire it. You can't even be a shooter, yet you want to join their team?"
Brother Qiang's lengthy speech left Xu Zhentian silent.
Bank robbery and shooting to kill have completely different charges.
Being a cog in the machine doesn't earn money, turning bad for a bank heist, having no skills, damn it...
Xu Zhentian gritted his teeth.
"...Brother Qiang, I can shoot!"
"Shoot the hell! Hitting soone from five ters away would be a miracle! You've never touched a gun, yet you talk of shooting, others look for professional gunn, who do you think you are? Honestly, I'll see if there's any chance to take so bla, that kind of work is easy, just the paynt is inconvenient."
Xu Zhentian sighed.
He thought about robbing himself, but in this intelligent age, with everyone having mobile wallets, how much could you rob in cash? It's better to make money by taking the fall for soone else.
He got up with difficulty, the soreness from carrying sacks at the construction site yesterday hadn't worn off.
Looking back after opening the door, he found he was staying in a rectangular box, much like the storage room under the building, just slightly renovated with an extra window.
Calling it a room was just like a coffin, even lying flat to sleep was difficult.
First, go to the construction site to see if there's work, first gather the fifty thousand hospital fees.
Xu Zhentian walked in a daze on the street full of traffic, suddenly feeling life was so uninteresting.
Suddenly, a poster caught his attention.
"Seeking Demon... online ga..."
It seed this thing was quite popular lately, he heard from a forr colleague, that money could be made in it.
But just the helt alone was five digits, so it was destined to be out of reach for soone like him.
Before his sister's accident, he was saving up for her heart transplant and wasn't willing to spend on entertainnt.
Hands in his pockets, he let the cold wind blow against him.
No one would have thought, just over ten days ago, he was dreaming of a beautiful future, sitting in an integrated office of a skyscraper, sipping coffee with colleagues, imagining the future.
Truly, life is unpredictable.
Xu Zhentian buried his head, his lonely figure blended in with the ordinary workers hustling for the last subway ho after a day's work, indistinguishable.
Beep beep.
Suddenly, the old phone vibrated.
With no expectations, Xu Zhentian picked up his phone to look.
In the next mont, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he froze in place.
"There's a new job, becoming a professional player, annual salary one million, paid upfront. But you must follow the employer's requirents, go to a specified location, and have no contact with the outside world for a year."
Brother, Brother Qiang...
You are like my real brother!
"Brother Qiang, I'll take it! I'll take this job!"
"Don't rush, Brother Qiang doesn't cheat his own people. With my many years of experience, such a job probably ans no return, think it over carefully."
No return...
Xu Zhentian's breathing suddenly beca rapid, then firm.
"Brother Qiang, I've thought it through, give this chance!"
"Okay! A 5% cut, you get the rest. Tomorrow... I'll find so ti to have a drink with you, consider it a farewell."
The guillotine, huh.
Xu Zhentian smiled bitterly, but really, there was no other way out.
Either he dies, or his sister does, one has to die.
Xu Zhentian felt the bitterness and irony, at the lowest point of his life, a shady interdiary brought him so warmth.
...
An unexpected turn.
Shortly after the last drinking session with Brother Qiang, the money quickly arrived.
Xu Zhentian deposited the money into the hospital account, covering the costs including the heart transplant, and transferred the rest to his sister's card.
With nothing left on him and no more attachnts, the next morning, he waited for a black van.
Blindfolded with black cloth, hands tied with rough rope, he didn't know where he would be taken, only that along the way, more people got into the vehicle.
When they reached the destination, pushed along by sothing against his back, Xu Zhentian suddenly realized what was behind him.
It was a gun barrel.
Soone who can casually pull out a million isn't going to scare people with a toy gun.
Gulp.
Xu Zhentian swallowed saliva, becoming more obedient.
After so twists and turns, he finally reached the destination.
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