God of Rebirth Investment

"Sell it to me!"

"What about the price?"

"Thirty times the market price."

Chang Dong's smile remained unchanged: "Sorry, the price is too low."

Kipling stared at Chang Dong with cloudy old eyes: "So, are you optimistic about its future market?"

"almost."

"We are the same kind of people. You should understand that we have the final say on its ups and downs."

"No, I've always been in awe of the market."

Kipling steered the electric wheelchair back a few steps, then suddenly stretched out his hand from the blanket, drew a pistol and pointed it at Chang Dong: "Do you know why old people nowadays tend to be irritable and irritable?"

Chang Dong's pupils dilated, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "The bad guys are getting old?"

"No, because I am old and have lower expectations for the future, so I pay more attention to immediate interests. You young people can endure humiliation for the future, but we have no future."

Faced with this euphemistic threat, Chang Dong spread his hands: "If you have checked me, you should know that I still have the title of senior consultant."

Chang Dong didn't dare to say anything too radical, because he was really afraid that the old man would shoot him down because he had no future.

360 limited lifetime

Kipling Benedict shrugged: "It involves me alone at most. To be honest, my assets have already been donated to charitable funds."

Chang Dong's old face darkened.

Staring at the pistol in Kipling's hand, he suddenly smiled and said, "Since you have something to ask for, it means you still have expectations for the future."

Kipling smiled, and the gun suddenly turned to his temple: "Tell me, if I die in front of you, what will you face?"

Nima!

"I don't like pranks..."

The voice did not fall.

"boom!"

A gunshot made Chang Dong tremble in fright, his pupils dilated, and his brain almost went blank.

"Hahaha……"

The harsh and grotesque laughter came from Kipling’s voice. He was lying on the wheelchair and laughing wildly. The whole pistol was emitting green smoke, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder. Obviously, this is the A high imitation toy gun.

Seeing this scene, Chang Dong trembled all over, partly because of unsuppressed fear, partly because of anger.

"At the moment of life and death, did you think about some problems?" Kipling asked with a strange smile.

With a dark face, Chang Dong turned around and left.

Damn, this is simply crazy!madman!

"It's easy to leave this door, but it's not easy to come in." Kipling said hoarsely.

Chang Dong, who was almost at the door, finally stopped.

Cao Zhi made a poem in seven steps, Chang Dong didn't have the ability, let alone the talent, but the few steps he turned and left in anger made him calm down quickly.

A person who can change the order of the red carpet show at will, and finds out that he holds a lot of bt coins in his hand, came to him just for a tease?

There are quite a few such bad people in reality, but at this level, I'm afraid it's rare.

In addition, thinking of the few words that the old immortal said, Chang Dong gritted his teeth, stood up, and turned around: "I finally understand why there is an old goblin in your introduction."

Kipling laughed strangely: "There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames."

Chang Dong walked towards Kipling, with a curious look on his face: "Your looks very good, have you lived in Zhuxia?"

"I'm from Judah, and I once escaped to Haishang City with my family. That's when I learned, and this is one of the fundamental reasons why you saw me."

When Kipling talked about this past, his bad and teasing expression gradually disappeared, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his skinny face.

This scene moved Chang Dong's heart: "Gui Geng?"

"One hundred and five!"

What the hell!

Chang Dong couldn't stop being shocked, feeling like he had seen the living history of living fossils.

Kipling looked at Chang Dong's incredulous gaze, and said with a smile: "It can be seen that your vigilance is very strong, which is normal. If you are not strong, you will not be able to stand in front of me."

Kipling operated an electric wheelchair and walked to a glass display case.

He stretched out his hand to press a certain position, and after verifying the fingerprint and vein lock, there was a click under the glass display case, a puff of white mist came out, and a glass cylinder that looked like a thermos cup popped out.

Kipling did not take the cylinder, but turned around and said, "Have you heard of the Hayflick limit?"

Chang Dong nodded.lazy people listening to books nren9

This is a theory about the ultimate lifespan.

Scientists have discovered that what limits a person's lifespan is the number of cell divisions, and the number of cell divisions is limited by the length of the cell's telomeres.

To make an inappropriate analogy, cell telomeres are like a pencil with an eraser. Every time a cell divides, the eraser will be consumed a little. When the cell telomere is exhausted, the cell will no longer divide. And so it ends.

Based on this, the scientist Hayflick deduced that the human limit life span is about 120 years, which is the "Hayflik limit".

"You are still young, and you don't have to think about the issue of longevity, but I am different. For the rest of my life, I will think about this issue almost every moment, and fight for this issue, doing my best, just like Qin Shihuang."

Kipling spread out his skinny arms, and the wide, long, fitting clothes hung on his shoulders, resembling a bat shirt, which also made him resemble a legendary vampire.

"But it's not a small project. It needs money, talent, and time to wait."

"Money and talents are not the problem, but time is exactly what I lack."

Speaking of this, Kipling's face became grim: "A group of damned talents, if they are half as hardworking as the people of Zhuxia, how can they progress so slowly? Damn it, I should expose all their relatives to radiation. Only in this way, they Work hard!"

After cursing, Kipling acted like a clown again, restraining his ferociousness, and said with a refined expression: "Sorry, didn't I scare you? You also know that some people lose motivation when they have a little money. Sometimes we have to use More means to stimulate them, such as some invention award, honor award and so on."

Chang Dong realized that the old man in front of him might be out of his mind, so he had no choice but to talk nonsense: "It's understandable, proper pressure can make people progress."

"Yeah, that's right, I like talking to smart people!"