Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

Chen Zhao arrived at Mr. Doman's house at ten o'clock in the morning.

"Good morning, Mr. Dorman."

"Morning." Mr. Dorman handed a check to Chen Zhao: "Chen, this is the money for your collection, and there is also this supplementary agreement. These collections will participate in the spring auction. If the final auction price is higher than The price sold to you is 50% higher, and I will compensate you for another 10% of the excess price.”

This kind of supplementary agreement is common in the art market. The original owner sells the collection to an auction company, and the auction company sells a piece that is much higher than the purchase price. The original owner will definitely not be happy, so he is likely to sue. The auction company felt that the auction company had deceptively lowered the price.

This kind of dispute is very troublesome and affects the reputation of the auction house.

Therefore, after the auction company completes the acquisition of the collection, it will sign a supplementary agreement with the original owner.

In this way, everyone is happy and no one causes trouble.

Chen Zhao took the check. It was a check for one million US dollars. In addition to the last deposit of 300,000 US dollars, this meant that the collection sold for a total of 1.3 million US dollars.

For this price, Chen Zhao is quite satisfied.

He also checked the prices of similar collections online, and the price given by Mr. Doman was quite reasonable.

"Mr. Chen, do you have any way to treat Normans' surgical trauma?"

"Yes." Chen Zhao nodded.

Generally speaking, this type of surgical trauma is difficult to heal.

Many people will use foundation to cover up the surgical trauma, or use clothing to cover it up.

Another way is laser repair, but laser repair is not a complete repair.

Laser repair can turn the wound from a scar into a line, but it is still obvious.

This kind of surgical trauma cannot be healed naturally, and the scars will follow the owner for life.

"I'll offer you $100,000 to help remove Normans' surgical wounds."

"I can treat Normans' surgical trauma, and the money will be free." Chen Zhao said.

Because Mr. Doman did not charge his appraisal fee, Chen Zhao should reciprocate the favor.

Generally, the appraisal fee for artworks and antiques is about 5% of the total price, and Mr. Doman is also a businessman himself.

He could reduce the appraisal fee for Chen Zhao, but Chen Zhao certainly couldn't care about it.

…

When Chen Zhao opened the door and entered Normans' room, Normans was sitting in front of the window wearing a tight-fitting bra.

Moreover, after the facelift surgery, her skin became slightly thinner and more delicate, and you could even see the blood vessels under her skin.

Chen Zhao didn't know if Normans had undergone breast augmentation surgery.

Seeing Chen Zhao come in, Normans's face immediately darkened.

"Don't you even know how to knock on the door?"

"I am your coach and I have the right to see you at any time." Chen Zhao said with a smile.

"I don't need it now."

"It's not something you don't need just because you say you don't need it." Chen Zhao shook his finger: "You can only do it if I say you can."

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you about this right now."

"I'm really in the mood to talk to you about this."

"Do not bother me."

"Your father invited me to come and help you treat your surgical trauma." Chen Zhao said.

"I asked the doctors and they said this kind of surgical trauma cannot be completely eliminated."

"Oh...that's it. I charged your father one million dollars, and we also agreed that no matter whether you accept this treatment or not, I will not return the money." Chen Zhao took the check and went to Normans' He waved in front of him.

Normans's face became angry: "You are a liar, you are robbing!"

"When did I commit fraud? You don't need my treatment. How can you blame me?"

"But what if you can't remove the surgical trauma from my body?"

"If the treatment fails, it's my problem." Chen Zhao said.

"Okay, when will the treatment be given?"

"You can do it now." Chen Zhao said.

"how should I do?"

"Take off your clothes and lie down in front of me."

"Take off your clothes? You bastard, are you trying to cheat on me?"

"Please, it's not like I've never seen you naked before. Why are you making such a fuss? You've changed into swimsuits and trunks in front of me quite a few times these days."

"It's different now," Normans said with a blush.

"Do you feel different after missing a few pieces of meat?" Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.

Normans looked at Chen Zhao with twinkling eyes, and finally took off his bra, covered his chest and walked to Chen Zhao.

"Then what?"

"Lie down." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.

Normans' cheeks were like ripe apples.

Normans gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Zhao: "You bastard."

"Don't be nagging, everyone is in a hurry."

Because Normans’ facelift surgery has more locations.

The arms, stomach, thighs, buttocks, armpits, neck, and back are all relatively sensitive private parts, so Normans needs to strip naked.

However, Chen Zhao was not interested in doing anything excessive. Chen Zhao still knew the difference between patients and women very clearly.

"Okay, you can put on your clothes." Chen Zhao stood up and said.

"Ah? Are you ready?"

Chen Zhao glanced at Normans: "How about I apply medicine to you again?"

Normans glared at Chen Zhao fiercely, gritted his silver teeth and put on his underwear.

"Is this okay?"

"Call me next time you feel you need treatment."

"What's the meaning?"

"Nothing, I'm leaving." Chen Zhao waved his hand.

…

Normans felt a little absent-minded all day long.

Normans' fingers gently brushed his arm. Suddenly, Normans found that the original rough touch of the twenty-centimeter stitched wound on his arm seemed to be much lighter.

Normans turned on the light and looked at his arm. The surgical wounds had really faded a lot.

And not only the arms, but also the surgical wounds in various parts have become much lighter.

"That bastard... is really good at it. It seems he's not bragging." Normans gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "He must be waiting for me to call him now."