Zhu Hongjie looked at his card. There were only two months left.
He had a car accident a while ago. When he woke up, his lifespan had decreased to only two months.
"Mister."
The butler walked in.
Zhu Hongjie grabbed his card and covered it with his sleeve. "How is it?"
The butler's expression was bad. "I asked a few organizations in the East District. They gave me the same price."
Zhu Hongjie jumped up. "What? Repeat that?"
The butler couldn't believe it himself.
He wiped away some cold sweat as he repeated, "Ten thousand a day."
Zhu Hongjie slammed the table. "Are the people in the East District crazy?"
The butler: "…"
He didn't know if they were crazy. However, he knew that if that was really the case, a huge commotion would arise soon.
...
The West District learned about this matter soon. All the wealthy people got wind of this news.
