Chapter 15: Death prophecy

"Beverly Hills, it looks like you're a big customer this time. Good luck, brother."
"Is this the best place to live for human beings? It looks so ordinary, why is there no grave, so people are dead, isn't it troublesome?" Laohe fluttered beside Chen Yan: "I think there should be graves in the most luxurious place for human field."
"If only the stream over there could be replaced by flowing magma," Besib said.
"Yes, the sulfur smell in the air is a little heavier, and some blood stings on the sides are more perfect."
"Why are the three of you here? Did you pick up the car again?" Chen Yan looked at the three mouthed kings with a dark face.
"We heard that you are coming to the most luxurious place for human beings, so I came here to see it ... It disappointed me too much."
Chen Yan looked at the three demons with a black face: "Don't think of your devil's thinking about human habits, and I feel creepy when I hear your imagination of your ideal home."
Listen to their understanding of the home, unless the developer builds a manor next to a crater and then builds a cemetery to meet their needs.
The manor where Chen Yong lived this time was surrounded by a large area of ​​greenery and flowers, which were paved with pebbles along the way. The other side of the cobblestone road leads to a beach. This is a private beach and a high quality beach .
Chen Ye was brought into the manor, and Chen Ye met his customers.
An old man with gray hair and simple clothes, holding a cane in his hands, his eyes were turbid, and his thin body looked like an old man who was about to die.
"Hello, sir. I'm the doctor introduced by Ethan. Are you my patient?"
"Asian? The black intermediary is really unreliable. You go, there is no patient for you."
A typical Jewish white with racial discrimination in his words.
Chen Ye's impression of the old Jewish man also fell to the bottom of the valley instantly: "Since that's the case, it's goodbye."
The old Jewish man did not stop Chen Ye's departure, and it was still his proud attitude.
At this time Lao Hei came to Chen Yan's side and muttered a few words.
Chen Su suddenly stopped and turned to look at the old Jewish man: "Old man, I hope you have a quick-acting rescue heart pill when you have angina pectoris an hour later."
"Who do you think you are? An Asian monkey pretending to be a ghost, I don't need a lower race like you to treat me. I want a white doctor, an elite! Not a yellow-skinned wizard."
"I remember your words, old Jewish man, the next time we meet again, you'd better prepare enough cash."
"If you don't get out of my manor again, I will let the police take you away and get out. Every breath you take here belongs to me, and the lowly dog ​​around you is taken away too. He dared to pull a here, a urinary bubble, and I will let you eat it. "
Mmp, the travel expenses from Lao Tzu came to no avail.
Out of the manor Chen Chen did not leave Beverly Hills immediately, but instead sat in a chair by the road.
"Human, let me kill that bastard, and I'll let it not soften in the next month."
"I think he will be happy, because his thing is long gone, and he can't stand it today, and you have to let him have fun temporarily, I really doubt you are my side." Chen He dragged Raymond's slender neck.
Old Black has said that the old Jewish man couldn't live today, and the cause of death was myocardial infarction.
However, even without myocardial infarction, his vitality did not exceed three days, his body was fully depleted, and he had not eaten for two days.
This is why he went to the doctor, and his anorexia kept him from having any appetite for any food.
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Rasfa was so angry that a lowly yellow-skinned monkey came to be a doctor for him.
As a white supreme racist, Rasfa excludes all but white-skinned people.
He allowed people with pigmented skin to do cheap jobs, but couldn't accept being a doctor.
In his opinion, doctors can only do white elites, not other people of color.
Thinking of this, Rasfa became more and more excited. He felt that his heart rate was a little faster and his breathing began to become difficult.
However, Rasfa still tried his best to maintain his breath, his chest tightness gradually subsided.
However, Rasfa was still deflated and called again, scolding the man responsible for contacting Ethan.
"Sir, what are you going to have for dinner?"
"No need ... forget it, old steak." Rasfa thought for a while, and hadn't eaten for two days, even if he no longer had appetite.
The reason why he contacted the black intermediary and asked for an illegal doctor was because the recent fighting in the movie company has become increasingly fierce, and even the health consultants around him have been arranged by other shareholders.
Once people of other factions in the company know their physical condition, they will definitely use this as an excuse to attack themselves on the board of directors, which he cannot allow.
At the dinner table, Rasfa looked at the tender imported Wagyu beef. The chef was hired by him at an annual salary of 100,000. His dishes have always been very appetizing, but today, he is really unable to move his knife and fork.
I felt a little sick when I saw the beef. Rasfa forced himself to pick up the knife and fork, but before cutting a slice of beef, he suddenly felt a angina in his chest.
"Hurry ... give me medicine ... my medicine ... my medicine ..."
Fortunately, the entourage around him always carried Russ law's medicine, and hurriedly gave Russ law.
Lasfa's heart angina felt slowly relieved, and every time he became sick, he felt like he was walking from hell.
The older the person, the more afraid he would die, and Rasfa leaned on his chair.
"Sir, are you better now?"
Rasfa's face was cloudy, and he remembered the words of the yellow-skinned monkey and looked at the time.
An hour, exactly an hour!
How good is that yellow-skinned monkey?
Can he hold the time so accurately, predicting that he will get sick within an hour?
Rasfa was unbelievable: "Call, I want to see the Asian doctor who was just now."
The attendant glanced at Rasfa, and said those mean words in front of others, and now they want to come back again. They would only blame.
However, as a follower, he still called as required by Lass law.
First, it was transferred to the mobile phone of another person in charge of the contact, and then the contact person was transferred to the mobile phone of the black agent Esen, and finally the message was passed on to Chen Yi.
Chen Ye hasn't left, he's been in Beverly Hills, and he's waiting for the news.
When he came, he paid more than a hundred dollars for the fare. It was impossible for him to make a loss.
"Ethan, tell the old thing and ask him to prepare $ 100,000 or a coffin."
"Chen, why bother, that's a big customer. If you can have a good relationship with him, it's easy to recognize more rich people."
"He is a white supreme racist. I don't think I can maintain a good relationship with him, and I don't plan to maintain a good relationship with him. One hundred thousand dollars is his spiritual compensation for shaming me face to face. Tell him if I don't see the money, so he waits for death. "
"Well, I'll pass it on for you."
Ethan is also helpless, but if it is 100,000 US dollars, then he can get 20,000 US dollars, he is very willing to accept this price.
But if the other party accepts or not, it is not his control.