Chapter 718 — Make Him Wish He Were Dead
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"Are you an idiot?" Wei Zhao's patience frayed at once at Li Cihua's words. "If I were counting what's between us, he'd already be dead. You think he'd still be standing there waiting for you to find him? Besides, I did him because he crossed me."
Li Cihua was struck mute on the spot. There was no denying it: Wei Zhao's words were infuriating.
"Then... can you spare him?" Li Cihua coughed twice and said, somewhat awkwardly.
"He's not dead, is he? What's there to spare? If he were dead, you wouldn't be calling me." Wei Zhao said. "Besides, haven't you got a fine hand at your side? A man who can brew Seven-Herb Life-Severing Powder, and he can't clear up a little thing like this? All right, I'm very busy — a beauty needs me to drive her. Bye."
Without waiting for Li Cihua to say another word, Wei Zhao hung up.
Li Cihua stared at the phone, the call cut off, thoroughly glum. Very busy, are you? Who do you think you are, a cowboy? But he dared not say it aloud; he had to keep calling Wei Zhao.
"Oh, Arrow-Brand Bro, is it that Landmine fellow? Is he dead?" Shen Yushu asked once Wei Zhao finished his call.
"Doesn't seem dead yet. Dying, maybe?" Wei Zhao had no idea how many silver needles Li Cihua had pulled.
"Ugh, if he dies it's no fun. Not entertaining at all." Shen Yushu shook her head. "Arrow-Brand Bro, could you make him wish he were dead?"
"I could, probably," Wei Zhao said. "But I can't see him now, and I can't be bothered to bring him back to life."
"Oh, I bet that Li Cihua will call again. When he does, why don't you make his cousin wish he were dead?" Shen Yushu suggested.
No sooner had she spoken than Wei Zhao's phone rang again.
"Hello? Didn't I tell you I'm busy? Can't you understand plain speech?" Wei Zhao was not the least bit polite to Li Cihua.
"Wei Zhao, I'm at my wit's end — that's the only reason I'm calling you. I think you understand that much!" Afraid Wei Zhao would hang up again, Li Cihua rushed it all out in one breath. "Keep my cousin alive, and name your price — whatever you want, just say it."
Wei Zhao was taken aback. So it seemed the fine hand beside Zhao Qibing was not so fine after all — at the very least, not as capable as himself.
"Uncle Tang's leg is broken. You can pay for the medical expenses." Wei Zhao meant to take Shen Yushu's advice and turn Li Dilei into a man who wished he were dead. But wishing he were dead still beat being dead, didn't it? So Wei Zhao had no intention of working for free — Li Cihua would have to pay a price.
"No problem. I'll put up three—" Li Cihua was about to say three hundred thousand when Wei Zhao cut him off.
"Three million. I'll give you an account number. If I don't see the money before dark, don't bother sending it — use it instead to buy your cousin a decent coffin and a burial plot." Wei Zhao figured that a house for Tang Zhi's family would cost one or two million at least, so asking three million was hardly excessive.
A stroll out the door, a run-in with some poor fool, and the money for a house had fallen into his lap.
"Fine!" Li Cihua was a man who did great things. When he heard three million, it stung a little — money was exactly what he needed most right now — but for his cousin's life, three million was truly not much!
Wei Zhao had little cash on hand at the moment. The hundred million he had wrung from Liu Tianyi, along with the proceeds from the auction, had basically all gone into the pharmaceutical company — expanding the scale, expanding production, the initial outlay was bound to be considerable. So to this day, though Wei Zhao commanded a vast estate, there was little money in his pocket.
Wei Zhao texted Li Cihua the bank card number Tang's mother had opened earlier, then sat back and waited for the money.