Door-to-door dragon son-in-law

Hank never feared death before. He felt that as long as he lived enough and lived well in this life, he would be able to face death calmly.

Of course, according to his own idea, he is so rich and pays so much attention to his health that any problem will be intervened and treated as soon as possible. In this case, living to over 80 should not be a problem. As long as he can live to 80, he will basically be satisfied.

But he never expected that even with such careful precautions, he would still encounter such a super-killer disease as pancreatic cancer.

Now he just wants to see Ye Chen as soon as possible and ask Ye Chen to cure him no matter what.

So he immediately contacted his crew members and asked the private plane to refuel and complete routine checks before takeoff as soon as possible.

He immediately left the hospital and drove to the airport.

Hank has never been so busy in his life. He just flew to China two days ago, and flew back overnight yesterday. He did some inspections after landing for a few hours, and then had to fly back again in a hurry.

He also calculated the time. It was early morning in China. When he landed, it would be evening in China. He could just make an appointment with Ye Chen for dinner. Naturally, the dinner would have to be at Tianxiang Mansion.

So, on his way to the airport, he couldn't help but want to call Matt Finkelstein and ask him to help connect him with Steve and say a few good words for him in front of Steve.

But when I thought that it was already early morning in China, there was no problem in calling Matt Finkelstein, but Steve must not have gotten up yet. If I really went to bother him now, I was afraid he would scold me.

So he decided to get on the plane first. After the plane had been flying for three or four hours, when it was morning in Jinling local time, he would use the satellite phone on the plane to talk to Matt Finkelstein.

More than an hour later, his private plane took off from New York's Kennedy Airport against the morning glow.

Fortunately, he was quite wealthy, and his private jet had the range to fly directly to Jinling. Otherwise, it would take more than 16 hours to get there, with a stop to refuel.

Hank hadn't slept all night, and even though it was already early morning, he still didn't feel sleepy.

Anyone would probably be unable to sleep in this situation, but even though I couldn't sleep, my body felt extremely tired and even my eyelids were twitching.

He tried to close his eyes to get some rest, but when he closed his eyes, he felt as if there were cancer cells running around in his body. He felt very desperate and helpless.

After the plane began cruising over the ocean, he couldn't help but pick up the phone and call Matt Finkelstein.

At this moment, Matt Finkelstein was enjoying breakfast in his hotel room. He was now lying down. Living in China gave him an unprecedented sense of security.

Some time ago, when public criticism was at its most intense, he couldn't sleep well at all, always worrying about being assassinated.

Later on, it even developed to the point where he was afraid to sleep even when he was flying in a private plane.

Recently, American private planes have been having all kinds of problems, hitting this and crashing into that. He was afraid that his plane would hit something while flying and he would be killed as well.

In that case, it would really be in line with an old Chinese saying that there would be no place to bury the body after death.

However, ever since he came to China with Steve, he would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed and his head would touch the pillow every night, and he would be guaranteed to sleep until dawn.

The quality of sleep can be as good as it can be.

He was in a good mood while eating breakfast. He planned to relax a little bit today and try to exercise in the hotel gym and swimming pool. He thought there wouldn't be any safety issues. After getting used to the environment of the hotel, he could go for a walk on the streets of Jinling by himself.

Just then, his phone suddenly rang. It was a number he had never seen before.

When he answered the phone, he heard Hank's voice: "Matt, please tell Mr. Steve for me. I want to invite Mr. Ye to have dinner together tonight!"

In the past, I was just a pimp who provided Hank with various stimulating services, just like an ancient brothel owner.

At that time, Hank didn't consider himself a friend at all, he just considered himself as his dog.

But now I won’t indulge Hank anymore. I am now a lackey of Mr. Steve. What fucking level are you?

So, he said lazily: "Hank, can you make an appointment with Mr. Ye whenever you want? Steve is the second in command of the Rothschild family, can you pass on a message whenever you want? You are overestimating yourself."

Hank yelled, "Matt Finkelstein, how dare you talk to me like that? Don't forget that you are just a dog that we raised with money!"

Matt Finkelstein smiled and said disdainfully, "I'm so sorry, Hank. I'm not your dog anymore. I'm Mr. Rothschild's dog, and even more so Mr. Ye's dog. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Hank didn't expect that he would dare to talk to him like that, and he was immediately furious.

But when he was about to start cursing, he suddenly realized a problem.

Matt Finkelstein's grandson has been completely transformed now, and I have nothing to threaten him with.

On the contrary, if he wanted to make an appointment with Ye Chen through Steve now, he really had to beg him to do it.

After a moment of silence, he could only smile and say, "Matt, we are all friends, don't make it sound so distant. What are you afraid of? You are definitely not afraid of me. On the contrary, I have to beg you for help."

Matt Finkelstein felt much better when he saw that Hank was so sensible.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that if this guy really wanted to see Ye Chen for something, he would not be able to suppress it.

So, he decisively stopped and asked him, "Didn't you just return to the United States yesterday? Why are you inviting Mr. Ye to dinner tonight? Could it be that you didn't leave?"

"Gone." Hank sighed and said, "I'm back not long after I left. I'm on the plane now. I have something important to see Mr. Ye about."

Matt Finkelstein asked in surprise, "Fuck, could it be that what Mr. Ye said was right? Did you really get pancreatic cancer?"

Hank said depressedly, "Stop talking about it. Mr. Ye is really a god. He told me to be impotent, and I became impotent. He said I had pancreatic cancer, and I really did have pancreatic cancer. The doctor said that the probability of me surviving for 5 years is less than 10%. I have changed my mind now and decided to follow Mr. Ye forever!"

Matt Finkelstein exclaimed, "I once heard Mr. Rothschild and Mr. Hong from Tianxiang Mansion talk about Mr. Ye. Mr. Hong said that Mr. Ye has a nickname called the Real Dragon on Earth. It seems that his reputation is well-deserved..."

Hank pleaded, "Matt, for the sake of our friendship, please go and say hello to Mr. Rothschild. This is my satellite phone. Please contact me anytime if anything happens."