After the global recovery, I traveled through

, isn’t the price of buying a car, buying clothes, and buying accessories all money earned with life?

Year after year, work, work, work, rest. An ordinary person with an average salary spent nearly ten years of savings on an Audi, worked hard for it for ten years, and then made money to buy it.

When you are young, you exchange your life for money; when you are old, you spend money to buy your life.

This life toll booth, in fact, only magnifies the cost of the former, and what Zhao Lue wants to do is the opposite.

"Everyone." Zhao Lue turned around and faced everyone.

His voice was not loud, but it drowned out all the noise. His words made people subconsciously listen quietly.

"I will pay two million to buy each person for ten years."

——If someone offered you two million to buy you ten years of life, would you be willing?

The author has something to say: If someone offered two million (Vietnamese Dong) to buy you ten years of life, would you be willing?

Chapter 234 Containment Failure (3)

Ten years, two million. After Zhao Lue said this, everyone was a little confused.

Zhao Lue knew what they were thinking: The toll station could collect lives, could he do the same?

Of course Zhao Lue couldn't.

But he has money.

Seeing that everyone remained quiet under his words, Zhao Lue said to the man who had been unable to make a decision to start paying: "Please wait a moment, I have a way that may be successful."

He turned to the woman who was holding her father's body in a daze and asked, "Have you paid the fee?"

The woman woke up in a daze and murmured: "Pay...?"

"Your father has already paid, what about you?" Zhao Lue glanced at the bag the woman threw on the Mercedes-Benz, a bag with a large LOGO of a luxury brand.

"No, I haven't yet," the woman said.

She helped her father stand up unsteadily.

Everyone watched her walk towards the window.

An enthusiastic person helped her calculate the money: "Those are the bags that are popular this year. I know they cost 20,000 each. For clothes and shoes, if this style is the brand I want, it will also cost around 3,000. The one around the neck The gold necklace must be very expensive..."

After all, a woman's price is between 30,000 and 40,000.

When the woman reached out to the window with a painful look on her face, someone suddenly reacted: "Wait, doesn't she want to queue up?"

"No, she was in front of us. Why didn't she pay the fee?!"

The sign and electronic tones make this very clear: line up in an orderly manner.

Therefore, Zhao Lue's voice and electronic sound sounded at the same time.

Zhao Lue: "No, you have already paid."

Toll booth: "Pay repeatedly, please do not interfere with other people's payments."

The woman looked confused, and Zhao Lue said: "Your father paid a total of 500,000, but my brother said that his car only costs 400,000. My brother is very knowledgeable about cars. He said it is 400,000. Maybe 500,000. And your father's clothes are actually very simple, even so simple that it would make people think that he is not in his forties. He has no watch or necklace, and I didn't see the interior through the car door. Something very valuable.”

"So." Zhao Lue stared at the woman's trembling pupils, "Where did the difference of tens of thousands come from?"

The woman didn't dare to say that conclusion, so Zhao Lue said it for her, his voice was very soft but clear: "Your father handed it over for you."

Suddenly there was a voice.

Zhao Lue paused for a moment, then continued: "Of course, it's not impossible for my brother to guess wrong, and I might miss something valuable, so I asked you, have you paid the fee?"

The woman had never paid before, but the electronic voice said that she had paid twice. Coupled with Zhao Lue's analysis, the conclusion can only be that the woman's father paid for her.

"Can you ask someone else to help pay?" The wife's eyes lit up with hope.

The electronic sound sounded: "The toll station is only responsible for collecting lives, not detecting the source of life."

Just like a real toll booth, the staff don't care whether your money is borrowed from others or picked up from the ground.

"How do I pay it? My husband and I are together!"

"Please put your arms together into the window."

The window can be opened upward, and if you squeeze it, a dozen arms can still fit inside.

As everyone watched, the couple shared the expenses, with the wife sharing most of the expenses. They thanked Zhao Lue and drove to the toll station, and then looked at the other side with the driver and passengers of the bus.

The woman asked hoarsely at the toll booth: "Why didn't you tell me earlier! Why didn't you make the rules clear!"

The toll booth replied: "I am not obliged to explain the rules to every passer-by. I only answer the questions raised."

This rule is not written on the sign, it has to be discovered by humans themselves.

Zhao Lue discovered it, and he also verified it successfully.

He had already thought of this possibility when he heard Wang Xichen say that the Mercedes-Benz cost more than 400,000 yuan, and he was almost certain when he said "two million yuan".

In fact, like Wang Xichen, he thought about destroying the things, and also thought about giving the things to others for a fee or directly to the corpse, but the "when entering this road" in the rules restricted this.

Items cannot be traded, so what about lives?

There is a transaction of life between a toll station and a person. Can a transaction of life also be established between people and finally be left to the toll station?

Zhao Lue does not have the power to trade life, but the toll station does.

From the woman and her dead father, Zhao Lue helped Wang Xichen find a hidden hope.

When he said, "It is possible that everyone will bear the burden of the car together," the toll station denied it, but what was denied was not the possibility of sharing the burden. [You do not need to pay for this. ] The electronic voice is talking about you, not the driver in question.

If the bus belongs to the driver, can the driver and passengers pay the fare together?

Can.

"This gentleman asked you to get out of the car and go to the other side to get some fresh air. He said he would pay the fees. I tacitly agree that he will be responsible for your expenses." The electronic voice did not contain any emotion. "You don't have to blame yourself. In fact, this gentleman Mr.’s balance is not enough to pay for himself.”

In other words, her father would not live to be over ninety years old.

Zhao Lue heard the toll station's "comfort" and asked: "So why not remind them of this rule, you can charge more lives, right?"

It took a while for the toll station to answer him: "I don't care about the tiny part that cannot be collected. Human beings have limits after all. Ninety-nine years is the upper limit I set for human beings."

So when only humans are around, the numbers only have two digits.

The toll station didn't lie either, it even wiped off the small change for everyone.

Zhao Lue asked the toll booth the last question: "Ninety-nine years is the upper limit of a human being, right?"

"Yes."

So Zhao Wei relaxed slightly, leaned against the monitor at the toll station, and said for the second time: "I will pay two million to buy you for ten years for me and my brother."

——

Wang Xichen stood far away. When he realized that he could really survive, his first reaction was to marvel at Zhao Lue's calmness.

In fact, what Zhao Lue did was not an earth-shattering event. If it were normal times, someone would definitely think of multiple people paying it together. But under the oppression of strange events, a safe environment without death threats, and failed attempts at toll booths, it is difficult for anyone to be careful enough to observe women, have enough courage to put forward opinions, and have enough wealth to implement a plan.

No one has enough reason to do anything unnecessary.

——Only Zhao Lue wanted to save Wang Xichen.

Wang Xichen hesitated to say anything to Zhao Lue when Zhao Lue said, "It is possible that everyone will bear the responsibility of this car." He saw Zhao Lue's mood at that time, and actually wanted to say that this has nothing to do with you. Although it was Zhao Lue who called him to come out, Wang Xichen came out voluntarily. It was he who decided to drive to pick up people, and it was he who drove onto this road himself.

If only two people could bear the responsibility for one hundred and eighty-two years at most, Wang Xichen, who was about to die, would rather bear Zhao Lue's thirteen years together like the woman's father.

"At least I called him brother several times. My elder brother is like my father." Wang Xichen thought for a while and laughed.

It's fine now, he's not afraid anymore.

For him and Zhao Lue, if it can be solved with money, why is it a problem?

It falls on someone else.

——If you could exchange ten years of your life for two million, would you do it?

Oh, of course it's two million yuan. ~Si~Rabbit~on~line~read~

At first glance, ten years and two million may not seem like much. In today's society, even one million people cannot be called a millionaire.

But a simple calculation is that if a white-collar worker with an annual income of 100,000 yuan has no mortgage or car loan, he will save 40,000 yuan in a year. He will need to save 25 years for one million yuan, and 50 years for two million yuan. He can’t even have a few children. Serious illness, unable to get married...

People like white-collar workers are already doing well, but how many people in the country have an annual income of more than 100,000? There are more in big cities, but big cities have more income and more expenses.

According to the national per capita disposable income in 2018, an annual income of 100,000 yuan per family, not one person, is already a middle-to-high income level.

If you earn 100,000 yuan a year and 8,000 yuan a month, you will defeat nearly 80% of the people in the country. If you earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, you will defeat 99% of the people in the country.

Only by seeing the data intuitively can we feel the weight of two million in a society where people show off their wealth by showing off their cars and bags.

What's more, you won't get this two million after working for many years, but you will get it now.

——It is equivalent to getting rich suddenly. Wealth can play the role you want it to play at the most timely time. It is truly a combination of advance and current consumption.

How can ordinary people refuse.

Wang Xichen naturally felt that two million was too little, but he also knew not to give too much, otherwise others would think they were too rich and have some ideas.

He shouted: "We are willing to spend this money and hope that everyone will make friends after this time."

He said a few more words, subtly making everyone feel his sincerity.

If half the crowd hadn't gathered around the woman when she needed help, he might have revealed his family background or pretended that two million was the limit.

Fortunately, it can be seen from everyone gathered around to help the woman that at least half of them are kind.

Mr. Zhao once said: "This society is sometimes indifferent and sometimes not so indifferent. Half of a group is enough for people who are not indifferent. Children, you must learn to look at problems from the perspective of this half of the people." "

The remaining half, whether indifferent or malicious, will be in vain.

No one jumped out.

"There is no signal here, how can I transfer money?"

"As soon as we get out, we turn around. You watch us turn around."

After Wang Xichen answered this question, his eyelids suddenly jumped.

He subconsciously moved his eyes towards the man holding the mobile phone, which actually had signal to make a call, and then happened to see something wrong with his face.

I don’t know if the mobile phone in his hand gave the man courage, the man blurted out: "For a rich second generation like you, your family only has tens of millions?"

Zhao Lue is generous enough, and some people are greedy enough.

The scene suddenly became quiet again.

Zhao Lue turned his head in front and walked towards the man.

He smiled lazily at Wang Xichen and said a few words.

Wang Xichen distinguished it and it should be "I'm so hungry".

A trace of cold light reflected in Zhao Lue's eyes.

The knife rotating on the fingertips cut off the laziness that Zhao Lue had produced.

Others can't see the knife, but can only see Zhao Lue's eyes shining brightly into the skylight. Only from Wang Xichen's angle can you see it clearly.

So Wang Xichen saw Zhao Lue slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's shoulder.

The man trembled and subconsciously wanted to hide, but Zhao Lue's hand touched his forearm. The man's forearm trembled, and then he didn't know where Zhao Lue touched him, and his body softened and he was about to kneel on one knee.

Zhao Lue's expression became annoyed. The man knelt down and the other