Aren't the big guys a human spirit? At this point, I can be regarded as understanding the form.

Dare to be affectionate, the eldest young master of the Gao family wants to sell medicine today, and this situation is the same as the rhythm of a street performance to break a boulder on his chest and then sell the ancestral secret recipe Dali Pill.

Even Zhou Xiuchuan, who knows the Gao family very well, has to feel a trace of inexplicable sadness for Gao Zikai, who was the crown of Jinghua in the past, at this time, and finally found his son, but the son who was exiled has become a mixed bag, which makes Gao Zhi's affection unbearable.

is still as good as him, although he is not as good as Gao Zikai and is valued by the high-level management, but he can still get by doing a little business. What's more important is that the wife is virtuous and the son is filial, and the family is very happy.

Happiness, at the age when Zhou Xiuchuan knows the destiny of heaven, he has already figured out his true meaning, power and wealth are just passing clouds, and the most important thing is to be with the family and Meimei.

Obviously, the radiant high director has a headache with such a son.

Zhou Xiuchuan thinks so, how can others be exceptional, if it weren't for the fact that the name of the Gao family is really too big, Gao Ming's appearance on the stage just now was also shocking, it is estimated that these gang of almost big guys have already left.

To fool them by means of chaos is an insult to them, the high-end people who live at the top of the pyramid.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, if it weren't for the white fat man who had reached the realm of perfection in observing words and emotions to pass the time, these ten minutes would be extremely long.

Fortunately, ten minutes is actually the time to smoke a cigarette.

Long Zewu had never felt that these ten minutes had been so long, and the most urgent thought in his heart now was to leave here and go to the hospital, this finger was definitely useless, but there were seven other ones.

Hong Qigong's nine fingers can beat the invincible hand all over the world, and he is called a nine-fingered beggar, but if he is only given two thumbs, he can only be called a two-fingered beggar, and Long Zewu naturally does not want to be a beggar.

But he really didn't dare to leave, Liang Wendong, the boss in the boxing gym, was polite here, he was a small shrimp, if he dared to chirp, it was very likely that he would not even be able to be a beggar.

From time to time, his eyes peeked at the big hanging bell hanging in the underground hall, Long Zewu only hoped that the time would come quickly, as long as the life-saving benefactor spoke, he could flash people to the hospital. However, he didn't have much resentment towards Gao Ming, and these fifteen minutes could be regarded as a favor for him to save his life. A finger is nothing relative to the head.

"Alright, it's time, you move your index finger." Gao Ming patted Long Zewu, who had been honestly afraid of being restless in his heart, and said indifferently.

An indescribable warmth came from the palm of Gao Ming's hand, reaching the heart, and the heat even flowed to the fingertips.

Long Zewu's eyes moistened a little, and the time had finally come.

stood up and bowed to Gao Ming, "Thank you, Mr. Gao, the life-saving grace Dragon will be reported in the future." "Turn around and leave.

What is the situation? Liang Wendong frowned, is this * painful and stupid? Gao Gongzi asked you to move your index finger, what do you mean by moving your whole body?

No, he's still there except for two thumbs, where is the index finger? Unless, unless it's the index finger that was just like grafting a tree, it was put on like that.

Just, is this possible? Liang Wendong was a little stunned for a while.

He was not the only one who was stunned, Long Zewu, who was about to turn around and leave, also came back to his senses at this time, and they didn't let him go, but just let him move his index finger.

His body instantly stiffened and did not move, and he didn't know what Gao Ming's identity was that he could have a place among these bigwigs, but he knew that Mr. Lei, a super-rich man with assets of 50 billion, only had a seat on the far side, and Mr. Lei was still smiling and didn't care, as if he should have it.

If you offend such a superior person, it doesn't really matter if you have your fingers or not. Long Zewu was sweating profusely, and only the command "move your index finger" was left in his head.

But, where did I get my index finger, it's all in the first aid kit! I wanted to think so, but those four words seemed to have a kind of magic, subconsciously, with a stream of heat generated by the emotion just now, Long Zewu hooked his index finger.

As if struck by lightning, Long Zewu stared at his palm in disbelief, there were only two fingers on the slightly weird palm because of the missing fingers, one of which was mainly used for decoration, and a laughing bow was tied on it.

But now, the index finger used for "decoration" is slightly bent, and what follows is a bit of sharp pain.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and Long Zewu, who had broken off eight fingers, was already numb from pain now, if it wasn't for the effect of painkillers, he knew that he would have fainted from pain if he couldn't do it.

But now it was different, he had a very clear feeling that the pain was coming from, from the index finger that he had long abandoned in his heart.

Moreover, the index finger was a little weirdly bent inward, very much like the way the samurai of the Japanese Kingdom despised him.

The eyes of the emergency doctor, who had been standing and waiting, inevitably fell on his patient's finger, which was regarded as a toy by the superior person, and his eyes bulged violently, as if he had seen a ghost.

That's something that can't happen.

As a doctor, he knows the results of his treatment best, every finger has been carefully cleaned by him to prevent secondary contamination, there is no blood supply, the severed limbs are pale in color, and the severed limbs that have lost their vitality are straightened by him one by one, and they are as stiff as the claws of a chicken that have been cut off.

But now, Long Zewu's straight index finger just now was bent, this is not enough, maybe he touched the bend, like a branch inserted into the trunk of a tree, without roots, and it can lose its original position when the wind blows.

But what made him feel unbelievable was that the tip of his index finger was a little ruddy, which was a symptom of blood supply, and he was sure that it was definitely not a color that could be achieved by applying a little rouge gouache, it was almost a healthy flush.

"Haha, Xiao Gao, don't be funny with us, let him go, it's important to go to the hospital for treatment." One of the big guys said loudly.

The person who spoke, Gao Ming, just introduced his cousin Zhen Huanxi, and knew that he himself was not much of a bull, a director of the Huaxia Family Planning Commission, a department-level cadre, and a prince in Jiangbei Province, but in the capital, where a brick can be thrown down to smash a vice-ministerial-level boundary, it is really nothing.

But I can't stand this director named Wei Guoxing has a good sister, married to a brother-in-law of Niu Cha, and is currently one of the three giants of the Military Commission. has such a brother-in-law, and among these people, Director Wei is only below Zhou Xiuchuan.

In the past, Gao Ming has always been Gao Shao, but now he is directly called Xiao Gao, and it has been very clear that Gao Ming is very unhappy, very unhappy Gao Ming plays with them as fools, even if he is the third generation of the Gao family.

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