chsdbacks Chapter 261 A Brief Chat Between the Two Brothers
Chapter 261 A Brief Chat Between the Two Brothers
"There's a saying that goes something like this: this world is just a giant makeshift operation. What you perceive as prestigious families, elite education, and graduates from renowned universities are just a thin layer of skin covering rotten flesh. They look nice, but they're full of maggots inside!"
Fatty Lin sneered and made a judgment about Liu Qingping.
"Alright, let's not talk about her anymore, it's bad luck!" Long Nier looked up at the time and asked, "Brother, Fatty, it's lunchtime, what do you two want to eat? I'll cook for you!"
"Anything is fine, I'll eat whatever you make!" I said with a smile.
"Girl, your Northeastern accent is almost more authentic than ours!" Fatty Lin teased.
"It's all because of you guys!"
Long Nier rolled her eyes at us, picked up Xiao Ba, who was fast asleep on the table with his belly exposed, and said, "I'm going upstairs to prepare dinner. You two brothers chat!"
After Long Nier went upstairs, I tossed a cigarette to Fatty Lin and said, "Fatty, what do you think of Lü Lilin? She's Da Li's woman, don't go too far!"
"You're crazy, you're overthinking it. I know Da Li better than anyone!" Fatty Lin exhaled a smoke ring and said, "A few times at gatherings, you and Ni'er left first, and Da Li was out having fun, hehehehe!"
Fatty Lin didn't continue, but those few cold laughs spoke volumes.
"Your laugh..." I looked at Fatty Lin suspiciously.
"Da Li's health isn't very good right now. When a person's health isn't good, but they still want to have fun, they're prone to becoming perverted, so you know what I mean!" Fatty Lin leaned back in his chair and took a deep drag on his cigarette.
"Why didn't he come to me for treatment?" I asked curiously.
"They have their own personal healthcare provider!" Fatty Lin glanced at me and said, "To put it bluntly, they're not interested in you!"
Holy crap!
I couldn't hold back and blurted out a curse, pointing to my own nose and saying, "What was he thinking? I'm the gambling king's personal physician!"
"What can you do? They don't believe you!" Fatty Lin snorted and said, "Even if you were King John's personal physician, let alone the gambling king's, they still wouldn't believe you!"
"Is he afraid I'll drug him?" I wondered.
"Who knows!" Fatty Lin said, swinging his leg.
"Oh shit!"
It hurts me to be questioned in my field of expertise.
"It's not just Da Li, Jin Gu's health isn't right either, but he hasn't come to you, has he?" Fatty Lin added.
"Fatty, what do you mean?" I suddenly perked up.
"They play a different game than us. What if you find something wrong if we let you take their pulse?" Fatty Lin said.
"Stop beating around the bush, just tell me already, what did you figure out?!"
As soon as I saw Fatty Lin's sly look, I knew he had figured something out.
"You know America's Fila family, right?" Fatty Lin didn't answer, but asked in return.
"I know, he's an oil tycoon!"
I nodded. David Fila, the current head of the Fila family, is over ninety years old.
"He's had five heart transplants and two kidney transplants!" Fatty Lin said.
"Wait, say it again!" I said.
"I said, he's had five heart transplants and two kidney transplants, and if he can, he'll continue to do it!" Fatty Lin said.
"Grass!"
I swore again.
I never imagined that this tycoon would have a heart transplant at the age of 99, making him six heart transplants in his lifetime.
He didn't die because of old age or a rejection reaction, but because his beloved son died, and his old friends passed away one by one. He lost the will to live, and that's why he died.
Of course, that's the official version of events.
In America, the safest way to kill a wealthy person is by crashing a plane.
David Filho's most beloved son, who was also his successor, died in a plane crash.
There are various versions of his death among the public, but no one in the upper echelons believes that he died in an accident.
The same goes for David Fila; many believe he died in a power struggle within America's upper echelons.
"Da Li and Jingu are following America's path. They don't trust us and are afraid that if we take their pulse, we'll discover their secrets!" Fatty Lin said.
"No secret, just replacing parts!" I said.
How to resolve the rejection reaction?
After I finished speaking, I asked curiously.
"They must have a way!"
Fatty Lin chuckled and said, "Furthermore, Li Feihong's good relationship with Jin Gu, or rather, their collusion, wasn't based on just offering women!"
"You mean, Li Feihong is on good terms with you because they are both members of the underworld and even exchange parts-swapping business?" I said.
"That's right!"
Fatty Lin clapped his hands and said, "The underworld isn't a monolithic entity either. They fight amongst themselves and cooperate. Old money and new money, blue-blooded nobles and emerging nobles, they're all backstabbing each other. It's more brutal than we imagined!"
"Just like Deng Wenwen and Zhao Jing'er, Li Feihong and Yang Xiulian, they all relied on different people and had different backgrounds!"
"Damn it, not a single one of them is good!" I said.
"Also, the first two times I played with them, I noticed the medication they used was wrong!"
Fatty Lin frowned when he mentioned this.
"Something's not right?" I asked.
"I didn't take the medicine, but I could tell just by smelling the dead smell and the unique aroma of Tibetan medicine!" Fatty Lin said.
"You mean the guru?" I immediately realized.
"Um!"
Fatty Lin nodded and said, "Eight out of ten of Hong Kong's tycoons have connections with those gurus!"
That's true. There are a lot of temples on Hong Kong Island, especially Tantric temples, which are surprisingly numerous.
Hong Kong Island, a small island, has hundreds of Tantric temples.
Many wealthy people even build temples near their villas. A prime example is Li Guagua, who built a temple on the top floor of an industrial building.
What they want to do is self-evident.
First, I want to enjoy myself; second, I don't want to die.
"Crazy, there are already a lot of temples in Hong Kong, but do you know where there are even more temples?" Fatty Lin asked.
"Where?" I asked.
"America!" said Fatty Lin.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"You think I'm just hanging out with Jin Gu and Da Li for my own enjoyment?" Fatty Lin rolled his eyes.
"Fatty, you've worked hard, haven't you?" I got up and went over to massage Fatty Lin's shoulders.
"This piece, this piece!"
Fatty Lin closed his eyes comfortably, pointing here and there, asking me to massage him.
"That's enough, you're really pushing your luck!"
I dug into Fatty Lin's collarbone, almost making him jump up. "Holy crap, you lunatic, are you trying to murder me?!"
"Hurry up and spit it out!" I said irritably.