I Can See Probability

Mingyang North Road, this is the Linjiang area. Nowadays, there are many high-rise buildings around, and it is also a bustling area.

In a piece of land near the river, there is an old bar with mottled walls.

It's called Wangyou, it's a pure Qing bar.

In this day and age, if you open a bar without putting on a disco, and invite a few three o'clock beauties to dance, you won't get any business at all.

Bars were also restaurants and taverns in ancient times, and all kinds of people would mix in them.

But here, it seems that there are never any guests.

The owner of the bar is also very Buddhist, and he never takes the initiative to engage in any activities. He is also a man of few words.

woo woo~~

The black Maybach stopped at the entrance of the bar. Wang Yaohua opened the car door and walked straight into the bar.

The inside is very empty, behind the bar, only the boss with long hair is wiping the wine glasses meticulously.

You still don't have a single guest. You're bleeding, right? My father actually rented you such a good place for ten years at such a low price. I've already said that if you are willing to invite some beauties to come and dance or something, you can live in such a good place. It’s a lot of money, and it’s already overwhelmed.” Wang Yaohua sat down in front of the bar without hesitation.

The boss just glanced at him indifferently: So, you are not a guest? Then I won't entertain you.

Do something for me! Wang Yaohua said.

You are not qualified. The boss continued to wipe the glass.

Nie Zhao, don't forget, you almost died on the pier back then. My dad saved you, and you owe my dad a favor. This favor must be repaid. Wang Yaohua patted the table and said.

Six years ago, his father, Wang Haoyan, personally transported some goods from Shanghai to Mingyang by ship along the Yangtze River. But when the boat docked, someone found a person floating in the water tied to a rope under the stern of the boat. The person's face was pale and his limbs were flimsy, and he didn't know how long he had been dragged in the water. I don't know whether to live or die.

At that time, Wang Haoyan asked someone to carry this person to the shore, and after checking, he found that this person was still angry, so Wang Haoyan decided to send him to the hospital for treatment.

This rescued person is now the owner of Wangyou Bar - Nie Zhao.

He also always remembered Wang Haoyan's favor for saving him, and once said that he could do one thing for Wang Haoyan, anything.

Wang Haoyan saw that he was straightforward, and knew that he was wandering and had no place to stay, so he rented the place to him and borrowed a sum of money to open a bar for him.

At first, Wang Yaohua didn't understand why his father treated a homeless man so favorably?

It was not until someone got drunk and made trouble here, and Wang Yaohua happened to pass by here, that he witnessed why his father treated this homeless man preferentially.

——There were more than 20 people who made trouble that time, but Nie Zhao ran down the street with his bare hands. The skill he displayed was fierce and fierce. Almost anyone who fought against him was knocked to the ground with one move.

Later Wang Yaohua also asked his father, what is the origin of this Nie Zhao.

His father smiled and told him, why ask so many questions? It doesn't matter what his origin is, as long as he can be used by me.

The more glamorous a person is, the darker his back is, especially in the real estate industry. His father said that this person will always be needed in the future.

So, this Nie Zhao opened the bar here for 6 years.

In the past 6 years, Wang Haoyan is about to retire, but he still hasn't used this person.

If you wait until Wang Haoyan retires, it will be even more useless.

Therefore, Wang Yaohua thought, since his father doesn't use it, then he will use it. Both the left and the right are a favor, and the same is true for returning it to him.

That's right, I owe a favor to your father, but not to you. The bar owner was still indifferent.

But my dad doesn't need you to pay back favors at all. Do you want to owe him to death? I am his son,

It's the same when you return the favor you owe him to me. Wang Yaohua looked at him.

The bar owner stopped for a while after wiping the glasses on hand.

It's been 6 years. My dad's business is booming. He doesn't need you now, and he won't need you even after he retires. Sooner or later, the favor will go to me. Pay it back sooner or later. There is no difference at all, is there? Wang Yaohua said.

The barkeeper put the glasses away and then seemed to make sense too.

Human affection is a burden on the body, and the longer it drags on, the more exhausted it will be.

If you can pay off early, you will not only feel relaxed physically and mentally, but you will also be able to understand your desires.

Then what do you want me to do for you? Under Nie Zhao's sword-like eyebrows, those knife-like eyes suddenly looked at him.

Do you dare to kill someone? Wang Yaohua asked tentatively.

I said, it can be anything. But, only once. Nie Zhao's face was expressionless.

Okay, what I want is your words. Wang Yaohua smiled. He likes this kind of decisive answer.

However, don't worry, I don't need you to kill people. That's something only barbarians can do. We are civilized people, so we just need to be disabled. Wang Yaohua said, took out his mobile phone, and called up a photo: Look at , just this person, named Chen Jing, a third-year student at No. 1 Middle School in Mingyang City. I want him to spend the rest of his life in bed, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Nie Zhao only glanced at it: Yes.

Okay, then I'll wait for your good news. Wang Yaohua put away his phone, and his mood suddenly improved. With Nie Zhao taking action, he believed that there would be results soon.

After this time, I will settle the matter with your Wang family, and I won't owe you anything anymore.

Okay, the premise is that you have to do it beautifully.

Then just wait and see.

it is good.

...

Antique Street, Juguang Pavilion.

After Lin Gaohan came back, he sat on the recliner, feeling very depressed.

He thought that the young man named Chen Jing could see something, but unexpectedly, it was nothing.

Could it be that there are really no immortals in this world? Everything is just my fantasy?

Closing his eyes, he seemed to see that heavy rain 20 years ago, that landslide, and that incredible sword transforming into a dragon.

At that time, it was raining continuously, and the mountains were full of fog. It was not impossible for people to see illusory things.

In his mind, the scene of him throwing a rock at the back of Xiao Li's head suddenly appeared again.

He even saw Xiao Li covered in blood, and turned around to ask him, Professor Lin, you...why did you...kill me...

Lin Gaohan trembled all over, dripping with cold sweat, and quickly opened his eyes.

In the past, his desire and expectation for longevity was very strong, and it was precisely because of the existence of this desire and expectation that he suppressed the fear of killing in his heart. But the long years passed day by day, and these enthusiasm and expectations were also worn away and diluted in the passage of time.

As he grew older, the sense of guilt and fear of killing people in the past became more and more intense as they ebbed and flowed.

In the last few times when he woke up from the dream, he was also frightened awake by seeing the scene where Xiao Li was covered in blood.

Cough cough cough cough...

When he became emotional, he coughed again. His lung disease was really serious. This cough seemed to cough up all the internal organs.

Wiping the corner of his mouth with his hand, he realized that he was coughing up blood again. And the blood is black.

Is the end approaching?

Lin Gaohan was very afraid of death, and he didn't want to die, but this body couldn't hold it anymore. He wanted to take out a handkerchief from his pocket, but he took out a business card along the way.

Looking at the phone number on the business card, Lin Gaohan suddenly fell into deep thought...