Looking at the bill handed to her, Zhao Ji fell into a short period of sluggishness.

There is no other reason, because the rows of zeros on the bill are really a bit dazzling.

That's a thousand...... How many years have it been? Wu Yun turned his head and asked Yong'an beside him.

"Well, it's one thousand and fifty-four years in total, Mr. Wu Yun." Yongan calculated the answer and replied.

"Yes, yes, that's the number, one thousand and fifty-four years." Wu Yun nodded again and again, "I calculated the usage fee of the dormant cabin during the 1,000 and fifty-four years period at 1,000 yuan a day, and the ICU ward in the hospital is almost the same price a day." ”

"And the cost of medicine, how much is it a day?" Wu Yun looked at Yongan again and glanced at her.

"Uh, the cost of medicine?" Yongan was stopped by Wu Yun's words, and after noticing Wu Yun's crazy winkling eyelids at her, she hesitated for a while, and finally said against her will:

"Well, in terms of medical expenses, according to the standard of seriously injured patients in the ICU ward of Yongan City, it should be 5,000 to 8,000 yuan per day."

"I'll give you five thousand dollars." Wu Yun waved his hand, "Look, it's cheap." I'm still a very kind person, and I've given you more than a thousand years of life without paying any fees in advance, and I've hung you until now, otherwise you would have died a long time ago. ”

"What a fucking brute, brute!!"

Even in the city with the smallest gap between the rich and the poor among the nine main cities, the wealth of the rich people in Yunguang City is still staggering.

"I'd have to fucking work for a hundred years to save more than 30 billion, and these people, damn it, how many years are these damn rich? That's a lot more money than I've made in a hundred years? ”

When he thought of those rich people in Yunguang City, those rich people who were worth billions, tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions or trillions at every turn, Wu Yun's heart was a little unbalanced.

"Although this is not Yunguang City, I am from Yunguang City, so the cost of your treatment in Yongan City will also be settled in the currency of our Yunguang City."

"But think about those rich people in our Yunguang City, fuck, all of them are worth tens of billions or even hundreds of billions, even if I can take one order every day, one million a day, and only 370 million a year."

After speaking, Wu Yun nodded the bill in Zhao Ji's hand, who was still stunned, "Two two billion, I will erase a fraction for you, even if it is two billion." Saying that, Wu Yun also shook his head with emotion:

"Damn, some people in the world are really fucking rich, you have been lying in the hospital for more than a thousand years, and your daily bill is almost 10,000 yuan smaller, and the cost of more than 1,000 years is 2.2 billion Yunguang coins."

"The cost of using the treatment cabin is 1,000 yuan a day, and the medical fee is 5,000 yuan a day, for a total of 6,000 yuan. I will calculate the number of days per year for you in this thousand and fifty-four years, even if it is three hundred and seventy days, this is a total of two and two billion yuan, Yunguang coins. ”

Even if 'reasonable tax avoidance' in other cities is illegal in Yunguang City, even if the annual conquest imposes a very high personal income tax on the wealthy.

For these rich people, money is like a flood rushing in, and every day when they lie in the sky at home, they will keep dropping money from the sky. And this is only Yunguang City, and it is still the city in the wasteland that claims to be the 'least friendly' to the rich.

And the richest man in the wasteland, Wu Yun remembered that it should be the down payment of the Super Minotaur Galaxy, Clark Kent. That guy is the richest man in the wasteland, and he is said to have more wealth than even some of the megacities in the wasteland.

His property is all over human society, and he also has his property in Cloudlight City, and the towering 'Clark Building' is a skyscraper from the human empire that he spent a lot of money to rent.

Pull his thoughts back from his hatred of some rich people in the wasteland, and return to the woman in front of him, Zhao Kuangyin's daughter Zhao Ji, who came from more than a thousand years ago.

Wu Yun looked her up and down, and suddenly remembered, it seems that the Zhao family in Kaifeng City also seems to be a top wealthy family?

Zhao Gou, the contemporary head of the Zhao family, is not only outstanding in strength, but also famous all over the world for his identity as a great artist. It is said that one of his paintings or calligraphy can be auctioned for hundreds of millions of yuan.

Wu Yun had no interest in this kind of art, and he couldn't appreciate it, and he hated it.

Therefore, no matter how valuable a work of art is, it will not be pleasing in his hands, and it will either be torn off, smashed, or thrown away.

He wouldn't even think about selling it for money.

However, just because he is too lazy to sell these works of art for money does not mean that he will not let others sell them for money, and then give him the money from the sale.

Like now.

"Do you have any money on your bank card?" Wu Yun looked at Zhao Ji and asked, "I remember that you are Zhao Kuangyin's only daughter, and he should be very fond of you, right?" Your family used to be the city lord of Kaifeng City, so you should have grabbed a lot of wealth? ”

"I don't accept health insurance reimbursement here, you have to pay me the full amount." Wu Yun said, "Two and two billion, not a penny less, if you lose a penny, then I have to send you to see your father." ”

"Abba......?" Hearing Wu Yun talk about his father, Zhao Ji was stunned at first, and then reacted suddenly: "Yes, yes!" That's it!! ”

"My dad, what about my dad???" Zhao Ji looked at Wu Yun anxiously and asked:

"My father, where is my father? He must, must be here, right? I am Zhao Kuangyin's daughter, and my father is Zhao Kuangyin, the lord of Kaifeng City, as long as you can help me find him, he will definitely not hesitate to ......"

"Your father is dead, you should know that, right?" Wu Yun interrupted the emotional Zhao Ji, digging his nose and said, "I remember that I seemed to tell you that your father is dead?" Forget it, it doesn't matter, your dad is already like it anyway. ”

"No, it can't be, it can't !!!" Zhao Ji didn't seem to accept Wu Yun's answer, and began to shake his head frantically, "Impossible, impossible, impossible!! ”

"My father, my father, my father is invincible in the world, how can he be, how can he die!! Is this simply impossible? ”

"He's dead." Looking at Zhao Ji, who suddenly went crazy, Wu Yun frowned, "It doesn't matter if you don't accept the reality, and I don't care if you accept this reality or not." Now, whether you want to cry about your father's funeral or avenge your father, pay the medical expenses you owe me first. ”

"I don't accept credit here."

(End of chapter)