I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 659 - 465 Panic

At that thought, Ning Mingjun gritted his teeth and swallowed the words he was about to say. I can’t deal with you in front of the old man, but you’ll eventually be alone. When that time comes... I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with you!

Just as Ning Mingjun was secretly texting the private hospital, telling them to keep an eye on Doctor Ye until he could return and investigate, Xia Liang shot him an indifferent glance.

Ning Mingjun felt Xia Liang’s gaze, and a chill shot up his spine from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head! It was as if all his secrets had been laid bare before Xia Liang’s eyes, with nothing left to hide. The feeling left Ning Mingjun terrified. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

「At the same time.」

Old Master Ning Jiacheng noticed Xia Liang looking at his son. Sensing something was wrong, he quickly said to Ning Mingjun, "Get out of here! Why are you still lingering?"

Just as Ning Mingjun was about to leave after the scolding, he heard Xia Liang speak.

"No, have him stay."

Xia Liang didn’t want to waste time. Since Ning Mingjun didn’t trust him, it was time to let him witness things firsthand. After all, the gift he had for Old Master Ning Jiacheng was related to Ning Mingjun.

Seeing that Xia Liang had spoken, Old Master Ning Jiacheng said no more. He just shot Ning Mingjun a look, signaling him to keep his mouth shut.

Although Ning Mingjun said nothing, the dissatisfaction in his eyes didn’t lessen in the slightest. Let’s see what kind of trick you can pull!

Old Master Ning Jiacheng finally asked, "Master Xia, may I ask what the two gifts you intend to give the Ning Family are?"

Curiosity filled the old man’s eyes.

Xia Liang spoke coolly, but he didn’t answer the question directly. "Old Master, you should be ninety-two this year, correct?"

"That’s right. I am indeed ninety-two. May I ask...?" Doubt flickered in Old Master Ning Jiacheng’s eyes.

But Xia Liang didn’t answer, simply watching the old master as he slowly sipped his tea. A moment later, a look of realization dawned on Old Master Ning Jiacheng.

Excitement instantly washed over his face. "Does this mean Master Xia is willing to grant me more years of life?"

Being a sharp man, Ning Jiacheng had quickly connected Xia Liang’s question about his age to one of his legendary abilities—extending a person’s lifespan!

Xia Liang nodded slowly. "Old Master, your health is quite poor. You spend most of your time in the hospital. Each day could be described as a stroll along the Bridge to Hell."

Xia Liang was not exaggerating. If he hadn’t saved his granddaughter, Xiao Yun, he would have indirectly altered Ning Jiacheng’s destiny. The old man would have soon died from depression over Xiao Yun’s condition.

When Ning Jiacheng saw Xia Liang nod in confirmation, his body began to tremble uncontrollably once again. After all, he had witnessed the changes in He Youling with his own eyes. He never imagined that he, too, might one day be granted a few more years of life. The value of this gift was no less than that of saving Xiao Yun.

Meanwhile, Ning Mingjun scoffed at Xia Liang’s words. Although he had heard the rumors about He Youling, he had never met the old man and remained skeptical. Now, learning that Xia Liang was from Qingyun City—the same place Xiao Yun’s attending physician had recently visited—he dismissed the stories about He Youling as complete fabrications.

In my opinion, Xia Liang must have planted people around Old Master He Youling. Through some inside-outside collaboration, they convinced him to believe something completely impossible. And now this charlatan is trying to pull the same trick on us!

Sensing a change in the atmosphere, Ning Jiacheng grew anxious. "Is... is there a problem?"

"I do wish to help you, Old Master Ning, but there are some complications," Xia Liang said.

"What complications?" Ning Jiacheng asked hastily.

Xia Liang spoke slowly and unhurriedly. "Old Master Ning, you know that altering a lifespan is something only King Yama should be able to do. While I can also do it, there are certain conditions."

He deliberately paused, leaving Old Master Ning Jiacheng watching him with nervous anticipation.

"The condition is this: however many years of life I grant you, I must subtract the same amount from someone else. For instance, if I were to give you three years of life, then..." Xia Liang’s gaze shifted to Ning Mingjun. "...then someone must have their life shortened by three years!"

Xia Liang’s voice seemed to echo in the room, ringing in the ears of both Old Master Ning Jiacheng and Ning Mingjun. A flash of doubt crossed the old master’s eyes.

He looked from Xia Liang to his son, Ning Mingjun, and instantly understood. There was never any mention of an ’equivalent exchange’ of lifespan in the rumors. Master Xia must simply want to teach Mingjun a lesson. But Mingjun is my son, after all. Even though I probably don’t have much time left, I could never agree to exchanging my son’s years for my own. That’s something I could never do.