"Beverly Hills, it seems that you are a big customer this time, good luck, brother."

"Is this the best place for humans to live in? It looks very ordinary. Why don't there be a grave? If a person dies like this, isn't it very troublesome?" Lao Hei floated beside Chen Zhao: "I thought there should be a cemetery in the most luxurious place of humans."

"It would be great if that river could be replaced with flowing magma." Beizeb said.

"Yes, the scent of sulfur in the air is a little stronger, and some blood stings are planted on both sides, which is even more perfect."

"Why are you three here? Are you snatching the car again?" Chen Zhao looked at the three strong-mouthed kings with a dark face.

"We heard that you are coming to the most luxurious place in humans, so we came here to take a look... The result was so disappointing."

Chen Zhao looked at the three demons with a dark face: "Don't think about your demons' thinking about human habits. When I hear your imagination of your ideal home, I feel creepy."

Listening to their understanding of their homes, unless the developer builds a manor next to a crater and then builds a cemetery to meet their needs.

The manor where Chen Zhao's customers live this time was surrounded by large areas of greenery and flowers. The villa was paved with cobblestones along the way. The other side of the cobblestone road leads to a beach, which is a private beach and a high-quality beach.

Chen Zhao was taken into the manor, and Chen Zhao met his customers.

An old man with spotted hair, simple clothes, with crutches in his hands, his eyes full of muddy breath, and his thin body looked like a stalemate.

"Hello, sir, I am the doctor introduced by Ethan. Are you my patient?"

"Asian? That black agent is really not reliable. You go, there is no patient here."

A typical Jewish white man, and his words have shown racism.

Chen Zhao also had an impression of this old Jewish man instantly fell to the bottom: "Since that's the case, let's say goodbye."

The old Jewish man did not stop Chen Zhao from leaving, and he still had that proud attitude.

At this time, Lao Hei came to Chen Zhao's side and muttered a few words.

Chen Zhao suddenly stopped and turned to look at the old Jewish man: "Old man, I hope you will have quick-acting heart-saving pills around you when you have angina pectoris an hour later."

"Who do you think you are? An Asian monkey pretending to be a ghost. I don't need a lower-class person like you to treat me. What I want is a white doctor, an elite! Not a yellow-skinned wizard."

"I remember your words, old Jewish man, next time we meet again, you'd better have enough cash."

"If you don't get out of my manor, I will let the police take you away, get out, every breath of air you breathe here belongs to me, and the lowly dog ​​beside you will also take it away. If it dares to pull a piece of shit here and urinate, I will let you eat it."

Mmp, the travel expenses I have come here are in vain.

Chen Zhao left the manor and did not leave Beverly Hills immediately, but sat on a chair by the side of the road.

"Human, let me kill that bastard, I will make it impossible for the next month to soften that thing."

"I think he will be very happy because his thing has been gone for a long time, and he can't stand it today. You have to let him have fun temporarily. I really doubt whether you are from me." Chen Zhao grabbed Raymond's slender neck.

Lao Hei already said that the old Jewish man could not survive today, and the cause of his death was myocardial infarction.

However, even without myocardial infarction, his vitality will not exceed three days. His body has completely decayed, and he has not eaten for two days.

This is also the reason why he went to a doctor. His anorexia made him have no appetite for any food.

...

Lasfa was very angry. A lowly yellow-skinned monkey actually came to work as a doctor for him.

As a white supremacy racist, Rasfa excludes all people except white-skinned people.

He allowed people with colored skin to do low-key jobs, but could not accept being a doctor.

In his opinion, doctors are only able to do elite white people, not other people of color.

Thinking of this, Rasfa became more and more excited. He felt his heart rate was a little faster and his breathing began to become difficult.

However, Rasfa tried his best to maintain his breathing, and the chest tightness gradually subsided.

However, Rasfa was still unhappy and called again, scolding the person in charge of contacting Ethan.

"Sir, what are you going to eat for dinner?"

"No need... forget it, let's have a steak." Rasfa thought for a while. He hadn't eaten for two days, and even if he had no appetite, he still wanted to eat something.

The reason why he contacted the black intermediary and asked for an illegal doctor was because the battles in the film company have become increasingly fierce recently, and even the health consultants around him were arranged by other shareholders.

Once people from other factions in the company know their physical condition, they will definitely use this as an excuse to attack themselves on the board of directors, which he cannot allow.

On the dinner table, Rasfa looked at the tender imported wagyu beef. The chef was hired by him for an annual salary of 100,000 yuan. The dishes he cooked have always been very similar to his appetite, but today, he really can't use a knife and fork.

I felt a little disgusted when I saw the beef. Rasfa forced himself to pick up the knife and fork, but before he could cut off a piece of beef, he suddenly felt a burst of angina on his chest.

"Hurry... Give me medicine...my medicine...my medicine..."

Fortunately, the followers around him kept carrying the common medicines of Rasfa with them and hurriedly took them to Rasfa.

The feeling of heart pain in Rasfa gradually eased. Every time he had an illness, he felt like he had walked from hell.

The older a person is, the more afraid of death, and Rasfa leans on his chair.

"Sir, are you getting better now?"

Rasfa's face was gloomy and he recalled the words of the yellow monkey just now and looked at the time.

One hour is exactly one hour!

That yellow-skinned monkey has such good eyesight?

Can he seize the time so accurately and calculate that he will get sick within an hour?

Rasfa was a little disbelief: "Call me, I want to see the Asian doctor just now."

The entourage glanced at Rasfa and said those mean words just now in front of him. Now he wants him to come back, so it would be strange if he is willing to do so.

However, as a follower, he still made a call as required by Rasfa.

First, he transferred to another person in charge of contact, and then the contact person was transferred to the mobile phone of the black agent Ethan, and finally passed the message to Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao never left and was always in Beverly Hills. This is the news he was waiting for.

When he came, he paid more than 100 US dollars in fares, and he could not do a loss-making business.

"Ethan, tell the old guy, ask him to prepare a hundred thousand dollars, or a coffin."

"Chan, why bother? That's a big customer. If you can have a good relationship with him, it's easy to recognize more wealthy people."

"He is a white supremacy racist. I don't think I can have a good relationship with him, and I don't plan to have a good relationship with him. A hundred thousand dollars is his mental compensation for humiliating me in person and tell him that if I don't see the money, then he'll be dead."

"Okay, I'll convey it to you."

Ethan was also helpless, but if it was $100,000, he would get $20,000, and he was very happy to accept the price.

But whether the other party accepts it or not is not something he can control.
Chapter completed!