Several men with unkind expressions gathered around and blocked the way to the Eight-faced Buddha.
The Eight-faced Buddha became angry immediately, looked at Marin with a sullen face, and shouted: "Marin, what do you want to do? Want to kill me? Take advantage of others?"
"Don't get me wrong, after all, we have worked together for so many years." Ma Lin smiled slightly, "If you take the initiative to hand over the business, I will let you live."
"Also hand over your human organ business." Brother Song added, "We guarantee your safety, you can go abroad."
"Hahahahaha." The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly laughed, "You want to swallow my business, hahahaha, and you also want to swallow the business of human organs, hahahaha."
Marin looked at the Eight-faced Buddha going crazy with a sneer, and said calmly: "Okay, don't waste time. There are only two ways in front of you. What do you want to choose?"
The Eight-faced Buddha said nothing and turned to look at Shapi, who had been silent next to him.
Sharpei pulled down the sunglasses on his face, exposed his eyes, and looked at Marin disdainfully, "Hey, you want to take away my boss's business. Have you ever asked my boss for his opinion?"
Brother Song smiled contemptuously, "Oh, do we need to ask? Hahahaha."
Everyone present laughed wildly and made sarcastic remarks.
"Who do you think you are? Do you have any say in this?"
"Your boss doesn't dare to speak, so there's no need for you to talk too much here."
Shapi suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand and nodded at these people one by one, "You guys are very cool, okay, it doesn't matter. Let's talk alone later."
"Brother Jianjun, let's go."
Shapi turned around and started to leave, but immediately two gangsters came up to him with guns in hand.
Cuenca, who was sitting on the side, shouted, "Get it for me."
The gangsters rushed forward with curses and stretched out their hands to twist Shapi's arm.
Wang Jianjun, who had been standing motionless on one side, suddenly moved and ran out like a cheetah hunting.
He struck out with a palm, tilting the body of the gangster who was standing in front of him, sweeping his whip leg, and flew straight out.
With a flick of his body, he passed through the crowd and kicked over the table in front of him.
Various drinks and teacups flew up and hit the gang boss head-on.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden attack, and was sprinkled with various soups and liquids all over them.
Before he could react, Wang Jianjun pinched Ma Lin's shoulder with one hand and lifted him up on the chair.
A pistol slipped out of the cuff of his right hand and pressed hard against the aorta of Marin's neck.
"Don't move!"
Everyone was shocked and subconsciously took a few steps back, fearing that they would be taken hostage.
When Ma Lin's men saw this, they panicked and immediately rushed forward and pointed their guns at Wang Jianjun.
"Put the gun down!"
"Let go of General Marin!"
"kill him!"
"Don't move!" Marin's adjutant shouted, stopped the excited men, pointed at the Eight-faced Buddha and Shapi, "grab those two first."
Shapi laughed loudly and advanced instead of retreating. At the same time, he suddenly opened the front of his clothes, revealing a bunch of round grenades hanging in the inner lining, and his fingers were put on the pull rings.
"come!"
Everyone present was startled and gasped, and the atmosphere fell silent instantly.
Shapi took a step forward with a ferocious look on his face and shook his finger, "Come on! Come if you are not afraid of death!"
The people present subconsciously stepped back and looked at each other.
Not to mention the gang bosses present, even the Eight-faced Buddha was shocked.
Damn it, you just came here with a grenade, and it exploded due to the bumps on the road.
"Don't move!" Marin's adjutant also panicked and turned to look at Marin, "General?!"
Marin frowned and nodded.
The adjutant waved his hand, "Everyone, step aside."
Watching his men retreat slowly, Ma Lin pretended to be calm and looked at the Eight-faced Buddha, "Wei Xingguang, what do you want to do?"
The Eight-faced Buddha was a little confused when he saw this situation, but he was also hit by a hail of bullets, so he quickly reacted and laughed.
"That's enough tea for today. It's not too much to ask General Marin to give us a ride."
"General?!" Marin's adjutant asked eagerly.
Marin waved his hand and said, "It's okay to send it. Let's make it clear where to send it first to avoid misunderstanding."
"Just give us a hundred meters." The Eight-faced Buddha shook his finger, "Tell your men not to follow us, otherwise I will have to apologize."
"Okay!" Marin nodded sullenly, "You all get out of the way, I'll go see off the guests."
The Eight-faced Buddha took out his gun, stepped forward and took over control of Marin, and slowly walked towards the manor with Wang Jianjun and Shapi.
Under the watchful eyes of a group of gun-toting thugs, several people got into the car and slowly drove out of the manor.
Marin's men immediately jumped into the car and followed him from a distance.
After the Eight-faced Buddha's car drove for a while, Shapi opened the door and kicked Marin out.
Marin rolled several times on the dirt road and became dizzy after falling.
The belated men immediately rushed over and helped Marin up, "General, are you okay?"
Marin's face was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the car going away, "If you don't drink a toast, you will be fined. If you are too soft, then you can be hard."
"Go back and call everyone to gather!"
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"It's too much to bully people!" The Eight-faced Buddha walked back and forth in the living room with his anger still lingering, "It's simply too much to bully people!"
"Mr. Zhao, they are eyeing our business and want to rob it. Please make an idea."
Hong Wengang, who was sitting aside, was holding a cup in both hands, pretending to be worried, secretly observing Qin Yi's reaction.
But Qin Yi remained expressionless from beginning to end, listening to the Eight-faced Buddha's narration as if he was talking about an unrelated matter.
"Mr. Zhao, I'll call all my men here right away. Let's fight with them." The Eight-faced Buddha said fiercely, "The worst is possible!"
"Mr. Zhao, don't worry, I will do my best to protect our business."
Qin Yi looked up at Shapi who was sitting aside, "Brother Shapi?"
Sharpei shrugged and laughed, "I'm bored."
Qin Yi looked at Wang Jianjun again, "Brother Jianjun?"
Wang Jianjun sneered, "A bunch of happy people just did it casually."
Qin Yi nodded and looked at Hong Wengang instead.
Hong Wengang was shocked and immediately expressed his stance, "I fully support any decision made by Mr. Zhao!"
Qin Yi smiled slightly, picked up the tea cup on the table, and took a sip lightly, "The world is not about fighting and killing, it is about human relations."
"Don't think about using force to solve everything. When everyone comes out to hang out, they want to be harmonious and make money. Do you think that's right?"
The Eight-faced Buddha and Hong Wengang were stunned, with countless thoughts running through their minds. They hesitated for a while, not knowing what Mr. Zhao was thinking.
But they didn't dare to ask directly, so the atmosphere became silent.
Qin Yi looked up at the two of them and said with a smile: "You still have a lot of customers, right?"
The Eight-faced Buddha hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Hong Wengang's heart sank, and he quickly said: "I still have some contacts with some wealthy Chinese in Southeast Asia, but..."
"You ask them to come over within two days, no matter what method you use." Qin Yi turned to look at the Eight-faced Buddha, "Same for you."
The Eight-faced Buddha was very surprised. They were about to get into trouble. Why did they bring a group of rich people here?
"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?" Hong Wengang asked with some confusion.
"I have a big business to talk to them about." Qin Yi smiled slightly, "Don't you think that I have been working hard for a long time just for a small business like human organs?"
"ah?"
"The market in the medical and health field is infinitely broad. Don't limit yourself to vertical segments. You should open up new tracks and find blue oceans." Qin Yi raised his cup, "Remember, the 21st century is the century of biology."
…
A luxurious estate on the outskirts of Bangkok.
A white private helicopter slowly landed towards the apron with an "H" painted on it. As soon as it came to a stop, the bodyguard in a black suit beside him quickly opened the door against the strong wind blown by the rotor.
"Sir, please come this way!"
Next to this helicopter, there were at least six or seven helicopters parked.
An old man who was nearly seventy years old walked down slowly with the help of everyone on crutches.
After a bumpy ride, the old man's face turned a little pale, but he was in good spirits.
He raised his head and looked around, then sat in a wheelchair, surrounded by bodyguards and assistants, and walked towards the manor's villa.
The open space in the manor was already full of luxury cars parked, and top luxury cars of various brands gathered together, like a luxury car exhibition.
In the spacious living room of the villa, guests have gathered, and it is crowded with people as far as the eye can see.
At this time, Qin Yi and his party were looking down at the corridor on the second floor.
"Wow, there are so many people. Hey, isn't that Mr. Li from Xingdao? Why is he here too? That is Boss Zheng from Siam." Chen Xiaoming opened his eyes wide and recognized the visiting guests in surprise, "
These are all wealthy people from big families."
Not to mention Chen Xiaoming, even the Eight-faced Buddha and Hong Wengang were a little frightened when they saw the scene in front of them.
Although they have dealt with rich people, they naturally felt a little unsure when they were not in the same room with so many rich people.
Qin Yi stood by the armrest and looked down and suddenly laughed, "Rich people have just one head. If they were the first generation of rich people, I might be more serious, but these rich people who don't know which generation, hehe
…”
Qin Yi suddenly coughed and said righteously: "Well, these are our dear customers! We must take them seriously!"
…
At ten o'clock in the morning, the living room gradually became quiet.
The entourages brought by various wealthy people were politely invited out, leaving only one or two personal assistants.
The originally full living room became open again, with rich people sitting on the sofa in twos and threes, talking quietly to each other with people close to them.
Qin Yi stepped towards the podium amidst the noise. He knocked on the microphone and said, "Dear ladies and gentlemen, first of all, it is an honor to invite you all to come. We are honored."
"We would like to apologize for making you travel thousands of miles to get here, because for confidentiality and safety reasons, we have to take this step."
The rich people below are a little disapproving. They all have to come in person in order to get better organ donors.
Otherwise, who would put down a lot of things and come to this damn place to hold some inexplicable meeting?
Some of them are in urgent need of organ replacement and need organ replacement to extend their lives.
Although some patients have not reached the final stage, they still have problems with their organs. To prepare for a rainy day, they need to book in advance.
Some people are looking for organs for the important people around them.
Various reasons made them put down their official duties and entertainment and come here together.
There is no way, because of the specialness and scarcity of human organs, they have to pay attention to this only organization that can provide organ donors on a large scale.
The rapid matching organ database, with its large number of organ donors, is now unique in the world.
Even the United States does not have as much organ data as here, so they have no choice.
"I know you may be wondering what the hell this person is talking about, and I also know that your time is precious, so I'll get right to the point."
"Before I begin, let me make a few clarifications because the following content is highly confidential."
"So, I ask everyone not to make audio or video recordings or make written records. Also, I will not admit what I said today outside of this manor."
The wealthy people looked at each other and became a little curious.
It's just curiosity, they are well-informed, and it's not uncommon for them to do something mysterious.
What they were curious about was what new tricks the man in front of them was going to do.
If nothing new can be done, they will fall out.
Just like all readers, being able to sit down and read quietly is a sign of respect for the author.
If the author delays in reorganizing his work, it will be a matter of time before he loses patience.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Qin Yi looked around and said with a smile: "Today we are going to talk about an issue that everyone is more concerned about, the mystery of life."
He raised his hand, and an English title popped up on the 4X4 TV wall behind him, "The Mystery of Life."
"Why do people get old, sick, and die? Why do some people live very long lives, up to 110 years old? Why do some people's body functions fail when they are sixty or seventy years old?"
"Why do some people get cancer, high blood pressure, and diabetes, while some people are immune to all diseases, live a long and healthy life, and die without any disease?"
"Why do some people grow taller and stronger? Why do some people have extraordinary talents and talents?"
"Why are the same people so different from each other?"
"What is the difference between ordinary people and Einstein and top Olympic athletes?"
"Have you ever thought about this problem?" Qin Yi looked at everyone with a seductive tone, "What caused this gap? Can this gap be made up by other means?"
Everyone present frowned and looked at each other.
One rich man couldn't help but ask: "What exactly do you want to say?"
"How much do you know about genes?" Qin Yi asked with a smile.
"Gene?" Everyone looked at each other and then said that the gene was up.
"Of course we know what genes are, what exactly are you talking about?" a rich man asked with a frown.
"So have you ever heard of gene editing technology?" Qin Yi asked with a smile.
Gene editing?
The rich people present were immediately confused. What is this?
Can genes still be edited?
"Gene is the source code of life. It supports the basic structure and performance of life, and stores all the information of life in the gene." Qin Yi smiled slightly, "Cracking the gene is equivalent to cracking the code of life."
"Since codes can be compiled to achieve the functions we want on the computer, can we achieve the effects we want by editing genes?"
"The answer is, absolutely!"
Qin Yi waved his hand, "Come on, bosses, please look at the big screen!"