Hearing Ma Tingqiang say this, Huang Xiaohao was even more embarrassed.

He thinks he is a kind person, and he can't do this kind of thing to fool himself as an avid fan.

In addition, his deal with "Sing Tao Daily" did not sign any confidentiality treaty. I don't know which day, the specific terms of his deal with "Sing Tao Daily" will reach Ma Tingqiang's ears.

When Ma Tingqiang knew that "Sing Tao Daily" only spent 20 million to win the condition, but "Oriental Daily" spent 30 million, maybe Ma Tingqiang would directly turn black.

At that time, how faceless was Huang Xiaohao? The first fans and readers in life are pitted, and the reputation will definitely stink when it spreads.

Considering these, Huang Xiaohao decided that he had to make some compensatory measures to Ma Tingqiang to make up for his losses.

But the contracts have already been signed, and if you reduce the price and refund the money, wouldn't you be admitting that the signing price proposed before is a trick.

Besides, if he really wants Huang Xiaohao to spit out the money he got in his hand, he is still faintly reluctant in his heart.

And looking at Ma Tingqiang's posture, he looks like he is not bad for money, the Ma family must be financially strong, and they don't care about such a small difference.

So in terms of returning the money, he just thought about it for a while, and instantly changed the direction of his thinking.

Huang Xiaohao's eyes patrolled around Ma Tingqiang's body, thinking about what other ways to compensate.

When he saw the cane leaning on the side of the table, his eyes immediately lit up, and he had an idea in his heart.

"Mr. Ma, forgive me for taking the liberty of it, can you tell me about your..."

When Huang Xiaohao said this, he paused, as if he wanted to consider the words, but after thinking about it, he still asked directly.

"How did you get your legs like this?"

Hearing Huang Xiaohao ask about his leg disease so bluntly, Ma Tingqiang's face suddenly stiffened.

Seeing this, Guan Jiahui, who was beside Huang Xiaohao, hurriedly reached out and pulled Huang Xiaohao's sleeve from under the table, gave him a look, and signaled him not to ask about other people's unspeakable secrets so abruptly.

Huang Xiaohao knew what Guan Jiahui meant, but he still asked:

"Mr. Ma, can you tell me more about it? I'm curious about this. ”

"Forget it~! Ah Hao, what Mr. Ma doesn't want to say, don't ask again. Guan Jiahui saw that Huang Xiaohao was still asking again and again, so he was so anxious that he hurriedly dissuaded him.

What she was worried about was that Huang Xiaohao asked Ma Tingqiang so much, in case he angered him and caused the signing of this negotiation to fail, the 30 million he just got would fly directly.

Although the money was not hers, for some reason, Guan Jiahui was still very concerned about Huang Xiaohao's affairs, and became anxious with worry.

And Ma Tingqiang seems to be kind, he is also a member of the Ma family, and he is a genuine black second generation. In case he finds someone to take revenge on Huang Xiaohao, Huang Xiaohao will definitely suffer.

She didn't know Huang Xiaohao's strength and thoughts, and these worries immediately flashed in her heart, and she wanted to apologize to Ma Tingqiang again. It's just that before she could speak, she heard Ma Tingqiang answer Huang Xiaohao's question first.

"There's nothing bad to say, my leg is a congenital disease."

Ma Tingqiang's stiff face softened, smiled at the two people in front of him, and explained directly.

"The doctor told me a long time ago that with the current level of science, it is impossible to cure my congenital disease. And my leg disease will gradually get worse as I get older. Now I am still a little weak in one leg, I can't stand, and by the time I am forty or fifty years old, I can't hold both legs, and I have to use a wheelchair. ”

After explaining this, Ma Tingqiang nodded at Guan Jiahui in a friendly manner, and spoke to reassure him.

"Thank you Miss Guan for your kindness, I already know this leg disease, and I won't mind."

Hearing Ma Tingqiang say this, and seeing that his expression was sincere, not like a fake, Guan Jiahui was relieved, and finally stopped worrying about his retaliation.

But thinking of Huang Xiaohao, who took the liberty of asking this question, Guan Jiahui couldn't help a trace of resentment in her heart, and turned her head to glare at him.

Huang Xiaohao didn't notice Guan Jiahui's glare, but with a look of hesitation and regret, he said:

"It turns out that it wasn't beaten like this, it's a congenital disease~?"

Huang Xiaohao originally thought that Ma Tingqiang's leg disease was because of his identity as the second generation of black, and he was sought revenge by the enemies on the road, so he was beaten like this.

Looking at the look of regret when he spoke, it was as if Huang Xiaohao wished that Ma Tingqiang was beaten like this.

Ma Tingqiang's face stiffened again.

Guan Jiahui was even more angry, and couldn't help but reach out from under the table and pinch Huang Xiaohao's thigh fiercely before Huang Xiaohao came back to his senses.

Huang Xiaohao has rough skin and thick meat, so naturally he won't feel any pain, but he still turned his head to look at Guan Jiahui and asked strangely.

"What are you doing? What are you pinching me all of a sudden? ”

"Which pot you don't open and which pot you don't mention, right? What are you talking about? Guan Jiahui didn't dare to roll her eyes again, for fear that Huang Xiaohao wouldn't understand what she meant, so she leaned directly into his ear and whispered to remind him to pay attention to her words.

"What did I say?"

Huang Xiaohao was a little confused, and he didn't understand what Guan Jiahui meant by this, and when he turned his head and saw Ma Tingqiang's stiff face, he came to his senses and explained with a smile.

"You misunderstood, I mean, if Mr. Ma's leg disease is just beaten like this, then it will be easy to cure. Now it is a congenital disease, and if it is cured, it will be a lot of trouble. ”

"Heh, Mr. Huang said with a smile, the people who helped me see a doctor and diagnose were the best doctors in the world over there. They have long concluded that my illness cannot be cured, so you don't have to say these words to comfort me. ”

When Ma Tingqiang heard Huang Xiaohao say this, his stiff face eased again, and he directly explained his own situation, looking like he had already accepted his fate.

"If Western medicine can't cure it, doesn't it mean that the methods passed down by our ancestors can't be cured?" Huang Xiaohao replied calmly.

"Mr. Huang is talking about Chinese medicine? It's useless, I've also visited many Xinglin national hands, and I've eaten traditional Chinese medicine for several years, but I still don't see any miracles. ”

Although Ma Tingqiang's mentality has long been calm, when he mentions these things, he still has a trace of loss, obviously he still has hope for Chinese medicine and expects a miracle.

But it's a pity that this world is very realistic, and there is no miracle.

"No, no, no, I'm not talking about Chinese medicine."

Huang Xiaohao had a mysterious smile on his face, and he spoke with the posture of a worldly master.

"It's not a secret, in fact, I am the thirty-seventh generation descendant of the Maoshan faction, and I am a genuine Taoist priest."

"Dao... Taoist? When he heard the words that came out of Huang Xiaohao's mouth, Ma Tingqiang looked confused.

"Here we go again~!" Hearing Huang Xiaohao's words, Guan Jiahui held his forehead with one hand, and a bad premonition flashed in his heart.