"When I was studying your Chinese culture, I once read a novel written by an ancient person." Ti Feng smiled bitterly: "I think I am the person described in this novel... Maybe, anyone can reach my level.
, will all become the people in that ancient novel."
"Do you know how to read classical Chinese?" Xu Yun was startled: "Okay, I'm not very good at it, but you can?"
"It's not difficult, right?" Ti Feng said: "There are guests who follow each other, and each expresses his or her own ambitions, whether he is willing to be the governor of Yangzhou, or to make a lot of money, or to ride on a crane and rise up. One of them said, "I have a hundred thousand guan in my waist.
Riding a crane up to Yangzhou. 'I want to do all three."
Xu Yun gave a thumbs up: "Can you explain it to me? I understand it, but I'm afraid the readers won't understand it."
"The story is that several people come together to express their own ambitions. Some want to be high officials, some want to be rich, some want to ride a crane to heaven and become an immortal. One of them wants to do all three. That is to be promoted, get rich and become an immortal.
Everyone wants it." Ti Feng said: "Human greed is endless."
"Yes, you have indeed been promoted and made a fortune. Let a bullet send you to immortality." Xu Yun said: "You are really crazy."
Ti Feng smiled bitterly: "I've always been crazy."
"You make a lot of money every year. What do you do with the money you make?" Xu Yun was puzzled. If he really looked like a superstar in the NBA, there would still be room for spending money, picking up girls and buying luxury cars.
Or something like that, going to nightclubs every day and spending 100,000 to 80,000 yuan is like running water.
But Typhon is a mercenary, someone who works for arms dealers.
To put it more bluntly, this profession is a master who makes money but has no place to spend it. Regardless of how much Ti Feng earns every year, he has no time to go to nightclubs or pick up girls.
I stay in Africa every day, and my life is filled with bullets and bullets.
It's harder to find a nightclub than a hotel in China where you can have activities for free and eat and drink for free, so you can't spend any money at all.
"Four years ago... my daughter got leukemia." Ti Feng said: "Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, targeted therapy, immunotherapy, stem cell transplantation... I am worried every day."
Xu Yun, who had been talking endlessly, suddenly fell silent.
"Although transplantation can achieve better survival results, complications such as graft-versus-host disease may seriously affect the patient's quality of life. Therefore, selective immunotherapy and various molecular targeted therapies are the hope for curing leukemia in the future."
Feng lowered his head and his eyes filled with tears.
Although through reasonable comprehensive treatment, leukemia can be greatly improved after recovery, and a considerable number of patients can be cured or stabilized for a long time. The era when leukemia was an "incurable disease" has passed.
But leukemia is leukemia after all, and it does not mean that everyone can be stabilized.
People with poor physical fitness simply cannot bear it.
Obviously, Typhoon's daughter is the type who can't resist.
Ti Feng was silent for a while, and Xu Yun never spoke. He knew that in this situation, no matter what he said, it would be inappropriate.
"Actually, I have been thinking about a question." Ti Feng said: "If I had money at that time, and I could give her the best treatment in the most timely manner, would everything be different from now?"
Although Xu Yun is not good at comforting others, he also knows that some things cannot be changed by money.
"Your country has the best medical capabilities and the best medical security. Maybe this is not a situation that money can change." Xu Yun could only answer Ti Feng.
Ti Feng shook his head bitterly: "Really?"
"At least I think so." Xu Yundao said.
Ti Feng took a deep breath: "No, I don't think so. I know that if I have money, I can definitely change the status quo. If I have money, everything will be different."
Xu Yun's Adam's apple became loose: "But now... people cannot be resurrected after death."
"But I can help other people." Ti Feng said: "I can let more little girls with leukemia get better treatment... This is the meaning of my life."
Xu Yun was completely shocked this time.
He really didn't expect that Ti Feng's final purpose would be this.
He was making up for his own mistakes. He wanted to use this method to make up for his debt to his daughter.
Think about it, as the captain of a special operations team, he has no time to accompany his daughter to grow up. However, when his daughter needs his help the most, he is unable to do anything, just because of the money he gets every year as the captain of a special operations group.
It’s just enough for family life and loan repayment.
All this made Typhon feel guilty. He felt that he was really sorry for his daughter, and for this he had to make up for everything.
Typhon made up for it by treating all leukemia patients around the same age as his daughter as his own daughters.
With such a huge number of people, Tiefeng’s seemingly huge amount of US dollars every year is really just a drop in the bucket.
"I really don't understand you more and more." Xu Yundao said: "You only think about the children you want to save, then have you seen the children on this continent... They are very healthy, but because of the war and
They are not in good health due to turmoil and persecution.”
Ti Feng lowered his head again.
He had heard about African witch boys, and he had also seen a lot about human trafficking.
He admitted that his indifference made him feel guilty, but he still chose to be indifferent.
Because without these turmoils and wars, those in the arms business would have no profit.
Without benefits, he wouldn't be able to get the money he can.
Without money, what can he use to make up for his daughter? Without money, what can he use to make up for the debt in his heart...
Although his daughter has left this world, he always thinks that she is still alive.
She watched him in heaven, watching him save those girls who could be saved.
All of this made it impossible for Ti Feng to stop what he was doing.
"I originally thought that only some people in China with terminal illnesses would delay treatment because of 'lack of money'. It turns out that the same is true for your American empire." Xu Yun sneered: "Our medical security is backward, which is really disgusting. But
If your medical protection is not enough, it would be even more disgusting."
"What's the difference? They're all the same." Ti Feng said.
Xu Yun shook his head: "It's different. What's your GDP? What's our GDP?"
"Almost." Ti Feng said: "You will surpass us soon, right?"
"That's true, but what's your population? What's our population?" Xu Yundao said: "This thing, can you surpass us soon? You are only more than 300 million people, and we are already 1.4 billion."
"There are a lot of illegal immigrants in the United States."
"There are still many illegal household registrations in China!"
"The United States has many people from neighboring countries who have smuggled themselves over."
"There are also many people in China who have become 'Americans' but still live in China." Xu Yun did not fall behind at all: "You are living in our country, but the population quota is given to you? Even in China
They are all respectable people."
Ti Feng was speechless. Those who smuggled themselves into their country were often forced and helpless people from neighboring countries. They were not respectable people at all. Many people died during the smuggling process.
But the Chinese people who become their American citizens are really respectable people.
Of course, most of these people will still make money in China, because it is impossible for them to make a penny from the U.S. Empire. The U.S. Empire wants them to immigrate, and it also hopes that their wealth will be transferred to the U.S. Empire in large quantities.