Afterlife Hotel: I Live And Die In The World!

Hearing these two words, Ruan Zhiwei's body shook violently.

Immediately, he forced a smile and said, "Su... Boss Su, stop joking, people can't be resurrected from the dead, and resurrection is really a bit of a joke, right?"

"Ah……"

Su Changsheng chuckled lightly, crossed his hands and said, "How do you know if you haven't seen it before?"

"Don't say anything else, Mr. Ruan, did you ever think before your death that there are not only ghosts in this world, but also hotels dedicated to serving the dead?"

"This……"

"How about Mr. Ruan, consider these two proposals of mine?"

Ruan Zhiwei took a deep breath and asked solemnly, "Boss Su, can I really be resurrected?"

"It seems that Mr. Ruan has already made up his mind." Su Changsheng took a sip from the glass again.

"That's right, I, Ruan Zhiwei's revenge, will never use the hand of a master to avenge me! But... Before that, I have a question for Boss Su."

"Mr. Ruan, please speak."

"That's... Since people can be resurrected from the dead, why have I never heard of anyone who died and then came back to life?"

"Ah……"

Su Changsheng stood up and walked to the window.

"Mr. Ruan, Mr. Ruan, I didn't expect you to have such a question."

"What's the meaning?"

"If it's you, will others know about the resurrection?"

"This……"

"Besides, how do you know that there are so many rumors in the world that are confirmed to be rumors, are they deliberately concealed?"

"!!!"

Hearing Su Changsheng's words, Ruan Zhiwei was shocked.

Yup!

Before that, he had also heard many rumors of resurrection from the dead.

However, it will soon be confirmed that it is an oolong such as suspended animation and misdiagnosis.

But in fact... is it really so?

After all, if you are resurrected, you will definitely release news immediately, saying that it is suspended animation...

In an instant, Ruan Zhiwei broke out in cold sweat.

Could it be that... I don't know how many people have come to this weird hotel, and I don't know how many people have come back to life here?

Does that mean that the world is far more complicated than you think?

For a while, in Ruan Zhiwei's eyes, Su Changsheng's body was covered with a mysterious veil...

Noticing Ruan Zhiwei's appearance, Su Changsheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

This is what he wants.

"Tell me, what price will I pay!"

Hooked!

Su Changsheng turned around and rubbed his fingers.

"Money, a lot of money."

"money?"

Ruan Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief.

Money is something outside the body, which is at least a lot better than the bloody demands of "selling the soul".

Su Changsheng sat back on the sofa and stated, "I can sell it to you for a lifetime of up to one year at a time. As for the charging standard..."

"According to the personal income created in one's life, divided by the length of life, the daily income obtained is the price you buy Yangshou for one day."

"And the daily income is less than 30,000 yuan, and it is calculated as 30,000 yuan per day."

Su Changsheng looked Ruan Zhiwei directly in the eyes: "Then Mr. Ruan, what do you think... how much should you spend to buy your life expectancy this year?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ruan Zhiwei looked up at Su Changsheng.

"I have a card at home with two hundred million in it."

"Refreshing!" The smile on Su Changsheng's face was even wider.

And Ruan Zhiwei didn't bother, took the pen and paper on the table, and wrote down his home address, safe, and bank card password.

Taking the note, Su Changsheng stood up.

"Mr. Ruan, sit down for a moment."

After that, he turned around and walked to the suite.

Under the blessing of resentment, Su Changsheng turned into a ghost, running rampant among the crowds of cars and dragons, as if entering a realm of no one.

He completely ignored all the security measures at Ruan Zhiwei's house, including the safe, and took the bank card Ruan Zhiwei said.

After a while, Su Changsheng returned to the suite again.

"Mr. Ruan, is this card correct?"

"No... that's right."

Ruan Zhiwei took a deep breath.

It's not enough time to smoke a cigarette, this boss Su got the bank card?

outrageous!

Su Changsheng didn't explain much, and directly handed the card to Zhu Kexin who was beside him to check the card.

"Boss, it's fine."

"very good."

Su Changsheng took the cell phone that checked the card and looked at it.

"Your account ending in 4819 has a current balance of 2,0001,8931.50 yuan."

Looking at this string of nine-digit numbers, Su Changsheng had a smile on his face.

"The card is in hand, then I will not regret what I promised Mr. Ruan."

"It's a promise of your one year of life, give."

Saying that, a green fluorophore appeared in Su Changsheng's hand and slowly floated into Ruan Zhiwei's body.

"Mr. Ruan, it's a pleasure to cooperate. If you still need it, you can come to the hotel to find me. The address here is Hunnan District..."

"Ah? This place...isn't Lao Li's park?"

Ruan Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, looking at the green fluorescent light in his translucent body, he suddenly realized that there were some questions he hadn't had time to ask.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Su, did you remember the address wrong? There isn't any..."

Ruan Zhiwei had just finished speaking, and in the next second, an irresistible pulling force came!

Whoosh!

Ruan Zhiwei instantly turned into a green streamer, passing through the hotel building and disappearing into the distance.

At the same time, in the VIP ward of the hospital, a mother and son, plus a few young men in suits with grim faces, looked sad.

On the bed was a corpse.

Ruan Zhiwei's body.

The car accident five hours ago left most of his sternum and ribs shattered.

At the same time as the severe internal bleeding, the lungs were also punctured by bone spurs, resulting in respiratory failure.

In the end, before reaching the hospital, the vital signs disappeared completely.

Rao is so, under the financial offensive of the Ruan family, the hospital still tried its best to rescue for more than three hours.

But after all, the outcome is doomed.

Even though the doctor had treated all the wounds, the miracle still did not happen.

In the end, the hospital announced that Ruan Zhiwei, chairman of Liming Heavy Industry, was medically dead.

Looking at the corpse on the bed, Ruan Zhiwei's wife Chen Jing had red eyes.

"Husband, why did you leave me and my daughter-in-law and go away by yourself..."

"My son hasn't graduated from college yet, and I don't understand the twists and turns in the shopping mall. My daughter is going the other way. What should I do about this big stall!"

"Uuuuuu..."

"My daughter has another important concert tomorrow. I was afraid of disturbing her, so I didn't tell her that something happened to you."

"I hope you can understand, my daughter can understand... woo woo woo."

"Dad...you look at me again, Dad..."

Several young men in suits on the side also lowered their heads and clenched their fists.

As Ruan Zhiwei's cronies, they were equally distressed by the death of the boss.

However, at this moment, one of them suddenly froze.

Immediately, he murmured: "I... I seem to have seen the boss just now..."

"Move it!"