Chapter 420

What can be done will never be shirked. What can be done? There is no standard to measure it. In a word, it all depends on the mood of the other party.

Zhao Feng is not stupid. He naturally knows this, but he has his own calculation. At the moment, he directly takes out a bank card.

"There are five million in it. Are you sure you want to take it?"

At this time, these people with protection money are all dazed by the wealth. They have no idea what Zhao Feng said, and they are going to reach for the bank card right now.

But when he reached half way, he was held down by Zhao Feng.

"What do you mean? It's not about giving us the 400. No, five million? "

The red haired young man with the Skull Necklace questioned.

Zhao Feng nodded: "yes, the five million is really for you, but it is the medical expenses given to you after you are disabled."

As a doctor, Zhao Feng knows that the human body is the most vulnerable.

Just crush each other's bones.

After a short moment of silence, an earth shaking scream came out from the mouth of the red haired youth.

"Now there is one, and there are three of you left. Who will come first?"

Those who can collect protection fees on the street are those who will observe their words and deeds and know who can and cannot be provoked.

Obviously, today's Zhao Feng is the kind of person they can't provoke. First of all, the ability to crush human bones with one hand is not what ordinary people can have.

"No, we don't want it."

The other three said, retreating. In this case, they didn't want to end up in the same situation as the red haired youth.

At that time, not only five million people will not get it, but they will also be maimed.

Looking at the back of the three people running out, the red haired youth took a deep breath.

"You've disabled me. Should I have a million?"

Zhao Feng looked at him unexpectedly. He had to say that he had met too many people who were addicted to money, but it was the first time for him to see such people who wanted money but not life.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"I'm afraid, but a person of your status should be able to count his words! It's not like I'm a nobody. "

Now his ideas have been clarified. Zhao Feng is not an ordinary person. He is definitely a big man who can take out five million at will. This kind of person should not be dishonest for one million!

Zhao Feng nodded. It's only a million. It's not a big sum for him. What he said will definitely be agreed, even if it's just a joke.

"Of course, there's a million of yours in it, but I want to ask, are you really not afraid that I will default on you, or even kill you?"

The red haired youth nodded: "I'm afraid, but I have no choice."

When he said this, a soft look appeared in his eyes, which obviously didn't match his publicity.

Many times, we think that the appearance is more responsible than the essence.

Zhao Feng took the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the young man: "can you tell me your story?"

The young man with red hair did not expect that he would sit on the same table and drink tea peacefully with the man who had crushed his arm before.

He was obviously stunned for a moment, but then showed a wry smile: "well, I may never get in touch with people like you for the second time, and I'm not afraid of your jokes."

Curling white fog, with a stream of tea, fluttering in the room, opened a poor memory.

"I have a sister who has leukemia. The doctor said that after treatment, it will cost about one million yuan. This way of collecting protection fee is probably the fastest way I can think of to get money."

Zhao Feng a Leng: "your parents?"

In his opinion, this young man with red hair is at most 20 years old. Although he is an adult, it is very difficult for most people to support themselves at this age, let alone spend a million dollars for medical treatment.

What he said was simple, but Zhao Feng could feel the pressure from his bitter tone between the lines.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and pushed the bank card forward: "take it!"

He's not a saint, but he's not a bully. For the five million yuan, he's going to compensate for the medical expenses after he pinches off one arm of the other party!

The young man with red hair was stunned. "Don't you go to the bank to transfer money with me?"

He never thought that Zhao Feng would give him all the five million yuan. In his opinion, it's a matter of pie falling from the sky.

When he was about to reach for it, he was stopped again.

In this case, let the red haired youth not make an appointment.

"What do you mean? If you don't want to tell me, there's no need to humiliate me. "

Zhao Feng didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the red haired young man's hand. It was a sharp pain."What do you want? Eh, it doesn't hurt any more. "

He had just been crushed by Zhao Feng. His hand was in pain all the time, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

But now by Zhao Feng this press, but nothing to feel, in addition to the hands also dare not force, as if not injured.

"Don't exert yourself in a month. Your hand will grow naturally. Go! Be a good brother. "

The red haired youth really didn't think that things would have such a turning point. He took a deep look at Zhao Feng: "thank you. What's your name? Today, I will definitely give you the money."

He knew that Zhao Feng was pitying him, and he also rejected this feeling. I'm afraid any man would not like the feeling of being pitied.

But he had a reason to ask. His sister was still waiting for him. He could not give up the opportunity of her treatment for the sake of so-called modest self-esteem.

Zhao Feng shook his head: "you don't need to know that I broke your arm. It's reasonable to give you some medical expenses. Don't worry about these little things. You can go! I have something else to do later. "

The young man with red hair took a deep breath: "my name is Shi Guangyu. One day, I will pay you back."

Then he went out, but Zhao Feng didn't care. No matter how hard he tried, it was hard for him to reach this level. It was a promise in Arabian Nights.

Soon after Shi Guangyu left, Su Deyi came out with a red face. His back was bent, but now he straightened up, like a big stone.

But the only thing that doesn't match is the red and swollen eyes.

The man has tears, but he doesn't feel sad. His granddaughter has been in a coma for seven years, and other people may not be able to hold on. God knows how he has come over these years.

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