Chapter 1 Flowers

Style: Romance Author: little prince of travelWords: 2172Update Time: 24/01/12 01:11:02
When Zhou Ming woke up again, he felt like his body was falling apart and realized that he must have just been hit by a car.

The bursts of chirping and noise coming from around me were very uncomfortable and disturbing. For a moment, I really wanted to yell at them all to shut up.

It's a pity that Zhou Ming knew that he was powerless at this time, and it was impossible to open his eyes.

"Shut up! He can't die."

The sudden scolding made the whole world feel much quieter. For Zhou Ming, this scolding was nothing less than the sound of nature.

Then an old voice sounded in Zhou Ming's ears, "Kid, are you not dead yet?"

"Thank you..." Zhou Ming naturally expressed his gratitude to the old man for scolding him.

"Oh? You were so polite when you were hit by a car."

"..." At this time, Zhou Ming naturally guessed that he had traveled through time again, but the system did not provide him with any information.

Perhaps seeing that Zhou Ming was very tired on the hospital bed, the old man immediately took the initiative to say goodbye, "Little devil, you should rest first. There are many people outside helping you find out who hit you."

The strange old man didn't stay in the hospital for long. He quickly took everyone outside the door away, which made Zhou Ming realize that this old man must be very prestigious.

It's a pity that I have no clue about this new identity, so I immediately contacted the system with my mind, "System, what is going on?"

Since the host often likes to give up halfway, the system hereby punishes the host by not providing any plot to the host, and the host is not allowed to use the funds and items in the system, which can only be used as storage space for this film and television world]

"Damn it! You have to let me know who you are, right?"

The host will find a way]

Remind the host that if you give up halfway this time, you will be completely wiped out by the system]

"..."

Zhou Ming naturally knew what the complete erasure of the system meant. He knew that at that time, he would have no new possibilities, and could only turn himself into nothingness.

Thinking about the tricks I had done in the past, I was indeed considered a scum among time travellers. Every time, I couldn't stand the pressure and gave up halfway.

However, it was precisely because of my lack of persistence that this matter became a vicious cycle. I should really reflect on myself.

So Zhou Ming decided to try harder to see if he could still save himself, and try to change his past mistakes.



In the following time, no one bothered him anymore. Only the old man seemed to clock in to work, which made Zhou Ming realize that the relationship between him and himself must be very close.

As time passed, Zhou Ming, who was slowly recovering, was finally able to open his eyes and make a sound. However, his first words made everyone panic.

Zhou Ming looked at the old man in front of him with confusion and asked, "Uncle, who are you?"

As expected, the old man suddenly had a bad guess in his heart, "What? Mr. Bao, are you kidding me? This joke is not funny at all."

"I'm sorry! I really don't know you."

"..." Naturally, the old man's eyes widened in horror, and he almost lost his balance and fell straight down. Then he shouted hurriedly, "Doctor! Doctor..."

Soon the doctors in the hospital became equally panicked, and then took the test that Zhou Ming pushed forward, and finally came to a not very good diagnostic conclusion.

The attending doctor looked at the uncle in front of him in astonishment and explained, "Uncle, the patient may have lost his memory."

The uncle was naturally very dissatisfied with the doctor's ambiguity. After all, Zhou Ming's health concerns many people. "I don't want possibilities! Please tell me the exact diagnosis."

"Uncle, after CT examination and MRI, it was found that there was a shadow in the patient's brain. It is likely that the car crash caused permanent damage and led to amnesia."

Immediately afterwards, my uncle became sad.

He looked at the doctor in front of him and asked, "Is there any chance of recovery?"

"It's difficult! But you don't need to worry too much, maybe this shadow area will disappear in the next moment."

"You are here at the Sixth Hospital of the Magic City. It is a ranking of medical institutions all over the world. Can't you give me an accurate answer?"

"Uncle, the chance of recovery is zero."

"Then I hope you can keep your mouths shut."

"Uncle, please don't worry! We will never leak patient information."

After the doctor and nurse left the ward, my uncle looked at Zhou Ming in front of him heartbrokenly, and then struggled to restrain his tears and explained, "A Bao, you are our president, and you are like every other Ah Bao in the alley in Shanghai. The treasures are all the same."

"Abao? Such a common name?"

"That's right! Although your name is very ordinary, what you have done in the past few years is anything but ordinary."

"oh?"

"In 1987, I had just been released from Tilanqiao Prison, and you came to me with gifts to learn how to do business..."

Hearing his uncle's introduction in a slightly sad tone, Zhou Ming found that he had slowly entered the role of Abao, and it turned out that the old man in front of him turned out to be his mentor and friend.

"Ahem! Does this mean that I am now carrying rice in an empty sack and my donkey shit balls are shiny on the outside?"

"That's right! I told you that a man has three wallets in his life.

, how much money a person has in his own pocket, the second is how much money can be mobilized from other people's pockets, and the third is how much money others think you have. "

"Uncle, let's put it this way, I've been doing pretty well in the past few years. At least my third wallet is full, and my second wallet is also a high-quality wallet."

"Yes! This is all you have achieved in the past few years, which is the so-called fame."

"Uncle, although I am very famous now, without my own basic industry, I still feel like a rootless duck."

"You should wake up now. The risks in the stock market are too great. From now on you should concentrate on foreign trade."

"Uncle, how much do all my savings add up to?"

"All my savings add up to only 20 million, and I also have a long private room in the British Suite at the Peace Hotel."

"Uncle, I'm thirty-three years old. Don't I have a girlfriend or start a family yet?"

"Hmph! Only you know best."

"Huh? The problem now is that I don't even know it myself!"

"Hmph! There is Lingzi, the proprietress of a restaurant with you on Jinxian Road. You spend a lot of money on her. The other one is Ms. Wang from No. 27, Foreign Trade Building."

"Then what will be the consequences if they know that I have lost my memory?"

"I don't know! You can give it a try."

"..."



"..."

Although I have no responsibility for this new identity,