Xun Wu’s eyes flashed with worry: “Boss, you should go to the hospital. Treating your illness while simultaneously weakening him won’t delay anything. It’s been two months already, and your health is getting worse and worse.”
“If it’s only benign, surgery will be all that’s needed.”
Jiang Nanshu couldn’t help but cough again: “I’ve already had a checkup. It’s malignant. There’s no need to do anything.”
Xun Wu raised his hand and rubbed his eyes: “Oh, you unlucky guy, you even managed to run into this thing.”
“I’ve been lucky too, okay? Look at how much money I’ve made, it’s all thanks to good luck.” Jiang Nanshu retorted, dissatisfied.
Xun Wu scoffed: “What’s the use of earning so much if you can’t take it with you?”
Jiang Nanshu glanced at him lightly: “Then I’ll do good for humanity, okay?”
“Everyone says good people don’t live long, but evil people live for a thousand years. It seems you’re not bad enough.” Xun Wu analyzed.
Jiang Nanshu ignored him.
Autumn arrived in the capital in the blink of an eye.
Under the control of medication, Jiang Nanshu felt that her health was fine.
She had been back in this world for almost two years.
The hunt for Zhou Yanbai was also nearing its end.
When the first snow fell in Beijing, Zhou Yanbai came to visit.
In the gamble of assets, Zhou Yanbai had lost terribly. Blinded by enormous profits, he gradually became reckless as losses began to mount. In just under a year, the once-mighty Zhou Group had shrunk by more than half.
This was the only piece of news that brought Jiang Nanshu any joy.
So when Zhou Yanbai came to him asking to borrow 1 billion yuan, Jiang Nanshu sat at the head of the table and looked at him with a smile.
“Why should I lend you money? If you don’t have enough funds, go to the bank for a loan. Maybe you can make a comeback in the next round.”
This is the mentality of all gamblers: what if they can turn the tables in the next round?
With this idea in mind, Zhou Yanbai ventured deeper and deeper step by step.
The reason he approached Jiang Nanshu was because she had once been like a slave to him; wasn’t it normal for her to spend the money she earned on him?
His brother raised her for so long, so she should consider it as repaying his kindness.
“Why should I? The favors the Zhou family has shown you are worth far more than a billion! Without my brother, you would have died long ago. You’re so rich now; isn’t your life worth that much?”
Zhou Yanbai slammed his hand heavily on the table, his eyes filled with an intense determination.
“Favors?” Jiang Nanshu pondered the word.
That was Zhou Yanxu who saved her; what did it have to do with him, Zhou Yanbai?
But she still nodded, smiling at him: “Okay, I can lend you money, but you have to sign an agreement with me. I’ll lend you 10 billion to help you turn things around. If you win, I’ll give you all my assets. If you lose, your life will be mine.”
10 billion…
Zhou Yanbai’s breathing became heavy.
Jiang Nanshu was raising the stakes.
From 1 billion to 10 billion.
After a long while, he chuckled softly, “Starting to want my life? I really underestimated you. I shouldn’t have kept you alive until now just to toy with you. Now you’re turning on me. Jiang Nanshu, I’ll bet with you.”
A gambler’s madness flashed in his eyes.
The Zhou family fortune, which he had almost squandered, had driven him to the brink of ruin.
Jiang Nanshu truly didn’t care about those hundred billion inheritance rights anymore.
She signed the contract with Zhou Yanbai.
Jiang Nanshu handed him a card: “Go.”
“I will definitely win back.” Zhou Yanbai glared fiercely at Jiang Nanshu.
He took the card and left without looking back.
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