"Retribution?" Fu Ping's face was full of astonishment: "Why should I suffer retribution?"
Xu Jia stared at Fu Ping and said loudly: "You still ask why? Your son Fu Hongjun has been extremely prosperous for so many years, but how did he achieve this incomparable glory? Is it based on his true ability? Wrong
, he only relied on the power of his family, and used the Baojiaxian to harm others if he didn't comply. His hands were stained with the blood of evil. You must know that evil people will eventually be punished by evil people. Your son was finally killed by the Baojiaxian.
Kill him, isn’t this a cycle of evil consequences?”
"This...hey!"
Fu Ping's mind was buzzing, and he squeezed out a few tears from his dry eyelids: "I never expected that in the end, I would end up harming others and myself. Protecting the immortal, protecting the immortal, only protects the beast himself."
"This is so absolute, so ridiculous!"
Xu Jia shook his head: "As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together. If your son is a good person, he will naturally have a kind-hearted Baojiaxian. However, your son is a person who takes an evil path, and Baojiaxian follows him.
How much better can he be?"
Fu Ping was stunned for a long time before he regained his composure and bowed to Xu Jia: "Doctor Xu, I know I was wrong. From now on, I will educate Hong Jun well and let him change his ways and take the right path."
Xu Jia said without missing a beat: "I'm afraid there's no chance. Your son has already embarked on a road of no return. Let's take care of your son's funeral."
"No, Doctor Xu, please, please do something to save Hongjun, please."
Fu Ping stepped forward and grabbed Xu Jia's arm, his whole body trembling in panic.
Xu Jia shook his head: "The law of heaven is clear. It wants to attract evil people. Hell is in panic, waiting for evil people. How can I save your son? Listen to me and prepare for the funeral."
Fu Ping shook his head vigorously: "Doctor Xu, you can cure Hongjun, please help me. I heard from my subordinates that Erhei and others were also in the stadium last night, and they were all cured by you. Hongjun, too."
It will definitely be cured."
Xu Jia grinned. This guy was very well-informed, and said hurriedly: "That's different. Erhei and the others just suffered unintentional disasters, but Master Fu suffered retribution. On the surface, they look the same, but in fact they are very different."
"Is it really hopeless?" Fu Ping looked dull and desperate.
Xu Jia added: "Not only is Master Fu's soul difficult to recover, but your entire Fu family may also suffer misfortune."
Fu Ping shook his head hurriedly: "Doctor Xu, don't scare me, I'm really scared."
Xu Jia said: "I'm not trying to scare you, everything I said is true. Think about it, Fu Hongjun and Uncle Li are both members of your Fu family. Wouldn't it be unfair if all the bad luck comes to them? The Fu family
The head of the family must suffer a little, right?"
"The head of the Fu family?"
Fu Ping pointed to his nose: "Doctor Xu, are you talking about me?"
"Yes, it's you!" Xu Jia's face was full of determination.
"What kind of misfortune will happen to me? I'm doing very well. I'm healthy and in good spirits." Fu Ping was a little panicked.
Xu Jia smiled and said: "You are indeed healthy, but your complexion is sallow and your heart is restless. And since last night, you have been talking in your sleep and in a trance every hour since last night. Mr. Fu, am I right?
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Fu Ping was stunned for a moment: "This... this is just caused by excessive energy, but it has nothing to do with retribution."
Xu Jia shook his head: "It's up to you. If you want to lie to yourself, just lie to yourself. It has nothing to do with me. Who wants to meddle in other people's business?"
"Hey, there is really nothing we can do. The building will collapse and the Fu family will die..."
Fu Ping walked out unsteadily.
Seeing that the time had come, Xu Jia took the opportunity to say: "It is really difficult to change bad luck."
"too difficult?"
Fu Ping was already disheartened, but when he heard Xu Jia's words, it was as if a beacon of light lit up in front of his eyes. He suddenly turned back, grabbed Xu Jia's arm and begged: "Doctor Xu, can you turn us around?"
The Fu family’s bad luck is true, right? It’s just a little more difficult, right?”
Xu Jia sighed: "It's not difficult, it's very difficult. I'm afraid you Fu family can't do it."
Fu Ping's face was full of excitement: "Get out of here for Hongjun, and there is nothing else I can't do for the Fu family. Doctor Xu, if you can save the Fu family and save my son, I will do anything."
"Okay, this is what you said."
Xu Jia said: "First of all, your son must vomit out the evil fate he committed to commit suicide, including all kinds of interests. However, your Fu family is a family that cares about interests. Isn't this difficult?"
Fu Ping gritted his teeth: "Suffering from bad luck, even a strong man will cut off his wrist. Dr. Xu, I know that Hongjun has made more than 4 billion in recent years. I am willing to take out all of it and give it to Mr. Xu as a reward."
4 billion? That much?
Grandma, this money is all hard-earned money, you have to get it out, this bastard Fu Hongjun is really bad.
Xu Jia pretended to be pretentious and rolled his eyes: "Damn, this money is stained with blood. If you give it to me, aren't you bringing misfortune to me? Do I dare to ask for this money? Mr. Fu, you hate me to death."
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"Don't dare, don't dare!"
Fu Ping trembled all over: "Then who should I give this blood money to? You can't still be on the road, right?"
Xu Jia shook his head: "If no one wants it, this evil fate will still fall on your Fu family, and no one can resolve it. Hey, what can we do?"
Fu Ping said: "How about I donate it to the temple?"
Xu Jia was trembling in his heart: Damn it, if you are willing to donate, will I be willing to donate?
This guy is really unethical.
Xu Jia quickly shook his head: "If the Buddha is a vegetarian, can he see these bloody things? What you do is adding fuel to the fire. If not, the Buddha will kill you first."
Fu Ping shook his head hastily: "I was wrong, I don't dare to donate to the temple."
Xu Jia quickly blocked Fu Ping's other avenues: "Let me put it bluntly, you cannot donate this money to the sect, otherwise people will be angry with you, let alone donate it to someone. This is harming others.
, the bad fate is deeper, so if you want to donate this money, it is really a problem..."
"What should I do?"
Fu Ping stamped his feet anxiously: "This 4 billion has become a hot potato. It's really a headache. To whom should I donate this money? I'm worried to death."
Xu Jia took the opportunity to cough lightly.
Erhei rushed in, held the stadium drawings in front of Xu Jia, and said: "Boss, the first draft of the drawings of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine has been completed. Come and see if there is anything that needs to be added."
Fu Ping was frowning. Looking at the drawings, his eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "Doctor Xu, we have it, we have it."
Xu Jia stared: "What are you talking about? You are the only one who has it."
Fu Ping danced excitedly: "No, Dr. Xu didn't understand what I meant. What I mean is, can the 4 billion be donated to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine? This is neither a sect nor an individual, so there should be no problem, right?"
Xu Jia snickered in his heart: After a long detour, he finally got to the point. (To be continued)