Chapter 1172 Am I Dead?

Zhong Mo was thinking of the two troublemakers, Tan Mingzhi and Du Ze!

If the two of them really want to fight to the death, they have to find a spokesperson, right?

Isn't a fierce fighting power like Kamikawa Yuriko's what he needs now?

Kamikawa Yuriko fights against the Confucians?

This scene is absolutely wonderful!

"Oh? What does the master want her to do?"

Yukiko Yoshida was slightly startled, then moved her butt away a little, lowered her head, looked at a certain part of Zhong Mo, and said with some surprise, "Master, she is good at talking, not doing that kind of thing, you made the wrong choice Is it the target?”

"Pfft!"

Zhong Mo was choked by her words and coughed repeatedly.

He said helplessly: "Yukiko, what are you talking about? I want her to help me scold people!"

In order to prevent the other party from continuing to think wildly, he briefly explained what happened just now.

"Tan Mingzhi? Du Ze?"

Yukiko Yoshida frowned slightly and asked with confusion on her face: "Are these two people very powerful?"

She doesn’t know much about the entertainment industry in Hong Kong!

As for Tan Mingzhi, I have never heard of him!

"Tan Mingzhi still has some influence in Xiangjiang, and I'm worried that he might cause trouble. It would be better if Lilyzi could help me scold people!"

Zhong Mo immediately laughed: "I really want to see her strength!"

"If it's just about swearing, I think Yuriko can definitely do it!"

Yukiko Yoshida thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Yuriko Kamikawa was the most venomous in her childhood. Even her grandfather, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, was no match for her at times, let alone two entertainment stars. She could definitely make them cry in minutes!

After Yukiko Yoshida said this, she thought about the purpose of her visit. She immediately picked up a contract from the coffee table and handed it to Zhong Mo: "Master, didn't you save Yuriko Kamikawa a few days ago? This is a gift from her grandfather. The gift I gave you is a token of my gratitude. It’s not worth much, so just take it!”

"Gift?"

Zhong Mo was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "Is there a gift for saving people?"

"Isn't there a saying in Buddhism that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda? Not to mention that being the granddaughter of the Minister of Foreign Affairs is naturally a priceless treasure. If he doesn't even get a decent gift, he will be scolded by others!"

Yoshida Yukiko shrugged her shoulders and said with a smile.

Zhong Mo took the contract, glanced at it carefully, and was stunned for a moment.

This turned out to be a transfer contract for a fishery in Hokkaido in my childhood!

In other words, as long as Zhong Mo signs his name on this contract, he will be the owner of that fishery!

More importantly, this fishery covers an area of ​​approximately one thousand square kilometers and breeds a large number of tuna, snapper, salmon, etc., with an annual net profit of up to 200 million US dollars!

"Isn't this gift too heavy?"

Zhong Mo couldn't help but marveled.

As expected of a small family, they make big moves every time they make a move!

But in his heart, he also mourned three minutes of silence for the Kamikawa family!

There was nothing wrong, but Yuriko Kamikawa insisted on wandering around alone, and ended up being kidnapped. In the end, she had to pay for a huge fishery!

Do you think this is reasonable?

"There are so many women around the master. How can it be enough if we don't buy more fixed assets? Besides, don't you still want to build that island? These will cost a lot of money!"

Yoshida Yukiko couldn't help but smile proudly.

Originally, the Kamikawa family only planned to pay Zhong Mo tens of millions of Chinese national currency, which was pretty much what it meant. But who knew that after Yoshida Yukiko's manipulation, it would eventually turn into a priceless fishing ground!

It can also be said that as long as there are still people in the small days and as long as the people in the small days still eat fish, this fishery is like a chicken that can lay golden eggs. It can make high profits every year without doing anything!

Who doesn’t know that in childhood, people loved to eat fish?

"But, but why do I feel that you want to hand over all the assets of your little life to me?"

Zhong Mo asked with shock on his face, "Look, first Mount Fuji rented to me for two years, then I got a building in Tokyo from Hidenobu Fujiki, and you gave me a small island, and now you risk After setting up a fishing ground, I feel that it won’t be long before I can control the economic lifeline of my small life!”

Yoshida Yukiko looked at his dumbfounded look and couldn't help but chuckle: "Master, where is this? Such a small amount of assets is really a drop in the bucket compared to those aristocratic families in my childhood. Do you think these Can you control the economic lifeline of Xiaoli? Are you looking down on Xiaoli too?"

"Okay, Yukiko, how dare you laugh at Master, let me teach you a lesson!"

Zhong Mo feigned anger, then picked up Yoshida Yukiko, threw her on the sofa, kissed her lips fiercely, and grabbed her two plump breasts unceremoniously with his two big hands.

Yukiko Yoshida said "嘘四!", her beautiful eyes were instantly covered with mist, and her voice became greasy, "Master, please go inside and punish Yukiko on the bed. Yukiko is willing to accept all punishments!"

When Zhong Mo heard this, why would he still hesitate? He picked her up and strode towards the bedroom inside.

…

Tan Mingzhi took a deep breath and cursed bad luck in a low voice!

He didn't know who threw him into the morgue, but the joke was a bit big and made him very unhappy!

He didn't dare to lift the white cloth on the single beds, fearing that he would see some horrible scenes. Moreover, he felt more and more that the air here was filled with a strange smell, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"If I know who did it, I will never let him go!"

Tan Mingzhi said this and tiptoed out of the morgue.

But as soon as he came out, he saw a doctor in a white coat coming from a distance, holding a mobile phone in his right hand, and he didn't know who he was talking to. He was slightly stunned and stood there straight.

Who knew that the doctor stopped at the door of the morgue, looked at Tan Mingzhi for a few times, frowned, and said: "Dr. Meng, it's late at night, not daytime. You asked me to count the bodies. Isn't this too much? Isn't it just a bet I lost to you? You are too bullying, aren't you?"

"Zhao Kong, you are a doctor, are you still afraid of that?"

Meng Jiang came over from the other side, patted Zhao Kong on the shoulder, and laughed, "Tan Mingzhi just died, the dean is worried that his fans will come to our hospital tomorrow to make trouble, so let us pay more attention!"

After saying this, he and Zhao Kong pushed the door and walked into the morgue, counted the bodies, and turned away.

They didn't look at Tan Mingzhi from beginning to end!

Tan Mingzhi's eyes were wide open, and he stood there stupidly!

I'm dead?

Who am I?