Wang Lin replied to him directly: "Yes, I can promise you to cure him, but this medicine is too expensive, you have to spend money to buy it for me!"

"Are you underestimating my Heng family? How much money to say directly, don't talk nonsense!" Heng Yuan looked like he was rich.

Wang Lin compared one to one.

Heng Yuan immediately asked, "One million?"

Wang Lin shook his head.

"Ten million?" Heng Yuan's face was already a little ugly. "Your asking price is too high, isn't it? Where can I get you so much money?"

"Huh?" Wang Lin asked him. "Aren't you the head of the Heng family?

"Okay!" Heng Yuan immediately agreed. "As long as Zhilong can be cured, 10 million is 10 million. ”

Wang Lin shook his head and told him: "I didn't say 10 million, this medicine can not only condense his qi, but also increase the strength of his qi, at least one level, so, 100 million!"

Heng Yuan almost didn't have a mouthful of old blood spurting out: "100 million? What are you doing! No matter how much I try to get it, I can't get 100 million! Our Heng family is indeed very powerful." ”

"But you're a businessman yourself, you know, how can you have so much liquidity?"

"Whether there is it or not, I don't care, but this medicine is at this price, you give money, and I will cure Heng Zhilong." Wang Lin told him simply. "Otherwise, let's not say anything. ”

Heng Yuan couldn't do it: "I suspect that you are deliberately messing with me." ”

"I don't have that much leisure!" Wang Lin said, standing up. "Hengyuan, I'm not in the mood to grind down with you slowly, contact me if you think about it, forget it if you don't want to, anyway, that medicine is very precious, and I don't want to waste it either!"

Seeing that he was really leaving, Heng Yuan hurriedly stopped him: "Okay, Wang Lin, one hundred million is one hundred million, but I hope what you say is true! If that medicine doesn't have the effect you said, I won't let you go!"

Wang Lin told him without looking back: "Don't worry, I'm not you, I'm not as disgusting as you! I will give you the account when I go back, and when I receive the money, I will give you medicine and how to use it!"

"Okay!" Heng Yuan agreed.

Wang Lin left directly and came out of the Heng family, and when those bodyguards saw him, they were all startled: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

"Wang Lin, what do you want to do?"

Wang Lin didn't want to deal with them, according to their kind of guards, people don't know if they die, the Heng family is obviously no longer good!

Not long after going back, Wang Lin received a transfer from the Heng family, and then took a pure yang herb for Ma Lotian to send over, and instructed him how to use it by the way.

Wang Lin also told them all these things, in order to avoid misunderstanding them.

But of the 100 million received, Wang Lin gave Jiang Peifeng all of it as business funds.

Life was temporarily calm for a few days, Jiang Ningshuang and the others became more and more interested in practicing, getting up early and training in the dark every day, Wang Lin also kept his promise, and did not force the Gu Wu Guild to judge the Heng family in the ring.

On this day, Wang Lin was leisurely reading the newspaper when he suddenly found a news that surprised him very much.

The Tempest of the Guwu Society, formerly known as Lan Bin, was temporarily relieved of his position and investigated because he was suspected of being disloyal to the Guwu Society.

Wang Lin couldn't cry or laugh, standing in the ring at that time, with all kinds of performances, Wang Lin guessed that the reason why Shi Weichang insisted on holding the ring match was to see the loyalty of the wind.

After all, Tempest and Bian Quan are brothers from childhood to adulthood, and Bian Quan has broken away from the Ancient Martial Arts Society, so Tempest is very suspicious.

In addition, the wind was still chatting with Wang Lin on stage for a while that day, and Shi Weichang didn't doubt that he had a ghost!

But directly dismissing all duties of Tempest and investigating him, this guy is really a bit excessive.

And also used a little bit of public discussion pressure, and now many people in the Guwu Association are talking about the wind, and some people even gave the address of his home, deliberately provoking others to be dissatisfied with him and doing things.

Many people who believe in the Guwu Society, in this case, are naturally similar to the so-called fan circle, all of them came out to denounce the wind, and the address of the wind was exposed, harassment is inevitable!

After reading the news, Wang Lin got up from the sofa and planned to go to find the wind first, no matter what, what he told him at the time was a bit of a harm to him.

I was about to leave the door when I heard someone knocking on the door.

Wang Lin went to open the door, and standing at the door was the messenger, and the guy held a red document in his hand and handed it to him: "This is what our president asked me to give you." ”

"What is it?" asked Wang Lin.

"You'll know when you look at it. The messenger replied. "In addition, the president also asked me to tell you, whether you agree or not, I hope that the Gu Wu Society can be friends with you, not enemies. ”

Wang Lin glanced at him, shook the things in his hand and asked, "So, this is an invitation?"

"Yes!" replied the messenger. "Wang Lin, then you think about it slowly, I'm going to go first. ”

"Wait a minute!" Wang Lin called out to him. "Ask you something, Tempest, what are you going to do with it?"

The messenger told him with a smile, "I'm sorry, sir, this is an internal matter of our Ancient Martial Society, and if you join us, you will have a say." ”

"Can't you ask?" Wang Lin wanted to beat him very much, but the people of the Gu Wu Society were all smiling tigers.

The messenger still shook his head: "No, we have rules, internal matters must not be revealed, please forgive me." ”

Wang Lin had no choice but to wave his hand and let him go.

Shin almost nodded and left.

Wang Lin didn't bother to open it, threw it directly into the trash, and then went out to find the wind according to the address on the newspaper.

If that address is true, then Tempest is one of the more low-key members of the Ancient Martial Arts Society, living in the suburbs! and just an ordinary residential house.

When Wang Lin arrived there, there were indeed many onlookers, and a large part of them were reporters. Tempest lived on the first floor, and the men surrounded his house.

"If you can get in, there will be ghosts!" Wang Lin thought to himself how to get in.

At this time, from the back of the building, there was a guy who came out wrapped in an overcoat, covering himself tightly, and wearing a hat, and when he came out, he looked at the crowd from time to time.

"Eh, that person seems to be Wang Lin!" someone recognized Wang Linlai.

Then, these reporters flocked to him: "Mr. Wang Lin, may I ask how you feel about defeating the people of the Ancient Martial Arts Society twice?"

"Mr. Wang Lin, I really want to ask how you managed to be so strong? I feel that you are so powerful, no matter how many people the Gu Martial Arts Association sends are not your opponents!"

These questions gave Wang Lin a headache, and he really didn't want to entangle with them.

"Let me come, Mr. Wang Lin, I'll just ask one question, what did you talk to Hurricane in the ring that day? Did you encourage him to leave the Ancient Martial Arts Society?"