Detective: I, the god of reasoning!

Can fraternal bureaus?

Father and son bureau can't work?

A simple sentence suddenly made the atmosphere in the entire luxury car strangely silent.

Especially the two bodyguards in front couldn't wait to cover Fu Xiang's mouth, and then immediately shouted a godfather for Fu Xiang.

What a great thing!

However....

Mr. Yan was not angry, but glanced at Fu Xiangxian appreciatively: "Good!" Good boy, really still as fierce as eight years ago, the old man can have such a year-end friend as you, it is not in vain, but what business do you want to talk about with your eldest brother? "

Fu Xiangjing glanced at the life data bar on the top of Mr. Yan's head, and said meaningfully: "We have to talk about this matter in private. "

...

Fifteen minutes later.

The luxury extended luxury car stopped in front of a resplendent hotel, and Mr. Yan personally led Fu Xiangxian into the luxury box.

A variety of delicacies were served by the waiters one by one, and the whole box was full of aroma.

In the blink of an eye.

There were only two people left in the entire box, Fu Xianglong.

"Mr. Yan, the business I want to talk to you about this time is very special, except for the two of us, I can't let a third person know."

Facing a table of delicacies, Fu Xiangjing did not hurry to move the chopsticks, but said lightly.

Mr. Yan waved his hand: "Call big brother!" "

Fu Xiangxiang: "... Well, big brother. "

The sentence in the car, he himself said casually, but he didn't expect that Mr. Yan actually agreed and really did "forgetting the New Year" with him.

To this.

Although Fu Xiangxian was surprised, he was not afraid.

According to his experience as a human being, his psychological age is also in his forties.

"This hotel is my property, this box is also my usual use, there is not even monitoring, you can talk about whatever you want."

Mr. Yan was really curious about what Fu Xiang would talk to him about.

Fu Xiangxian put away the smile on his face, his expression became serious, he took out a contract from his pocket and placed it in front of Mr. Yan.

"Let me introduce myself anew."

"My name is Fu Xiangjing, and I am a wanderer in the world..."

"Time Trader!"

With Fu Wanlonging's voice landing, even Mr. Yan, who was well-informed and knowledgeable, his face changed drastically.

Even.

His reaction was even stronger than that of Kuntai.

Because he has always known that Fu Xiangjing is not an ordinary person, according to Fu Xiangxiang's resume, there is no need to make such jokes.

And won't go even more... Swindle!

It's just that.

Looking at the time transaction contract in front of him, Mr. Yan was stunned.

"Big brother, I wonder if you have gone for a physical examination recently?"

"Your lifespan shows that you only have..."

"Three months to live!"

Fu Xiangxian looked at the shocked Mr. Yan and continued.

In fact.

This is also the first time Fu Xiangxian has tried to sell life time, and he is still a little apprehensive in his heart.

If he succeeds, he will receive a good income.

It's just a pity....

He can't buy life from ordinary people with money, otherwise for him, longevity will be able to do it very quickly.

However....

Even if he can't use the money to buy other people's lives, it's good that he has the opportunity to sell time once a year.

And this time.

Mr. Yan, who was sitting opposite, had recovered his composure from the stunned he had just now, but his fingers trembled slightly.

Because....

Fu Xiangjing is right!

He really only has three months to live!

Although he had gradually accepted the preparation to die when he detected the disease, if he could choose to live, who would choose to die?

"Brother Fu, how can your time deal be concluded?"

Mr. Yan forced himself to endure the excitement in his heart and asked Fu Xiang.

Fu Xiangjing put his hands around his chest, his expression was indifferent: "It's very simple, one hand to pay and one hand to deliver, I have two years here to sell, the price of time is related to its own value, do you think your two years of time is worth?" "

Two years....

How much is it worth?!

For the famous godfather of Chinatown, these two years can not be measured in money.

Today's money is just a number for Mr. Yan!

Ultimately.

After discussing with Fu Wangjing, Mr. Yan priced the two-year time life at 100 million RMB.

Price....

It's scary!

But what is missing in the world is not rich people, but time!

"This is a contract, and it takes effect immediately after it is signed."

Fu Xiangjing handed over a pen and reminded understandingly: "After signing, you can immediately go to check your body." "

Yikes!

Mr. Yan signed his name and pressed his handprint.

After receiving the contract, Fu Xiangjing glanced at the life data above Mr. Yan's head again.

"Name: Yan Daoqin."

"Age: 65."

"Lifespan: two years, three months, seven hours, thirty-three minutes, eight seconds."

See this.

Fu Xiangjing showed a smile with satisfaction: "Regarding the issue of payment, after the eldest brother goes to the hospital for examination, if he confirms that it is okay, just call me the money." "

"The main thing is accurate, the money thing, you can rest assured!" Mr. Yan said with burning eyes.

Fu Xiangjing smiled: "Since the deal has been reached, then I will leave first, and there is still a case to be solved." "

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PS: The data has not risen much since yesterday? Are the big guys still watching? The author is so flustered! Shh