The hypnotic medication came from the Phone Plane. Feng Jun watched them take it one by one, and before long, nearly all of them had fallen into deep sleep.
He turned and walked out of the Recovery Center. At the entrance, he saw a car. The man who had stabbed himself during the day was leaning against the hood, forcing out a smile. "Good evening, Boss Feng."
"You," Feng Jun said, shaking his head with a laugh. "Didn't I tell you? It's not about the money."
"I know," the man replied with difficulty, still smiling. "You couldn't make an exception for me in public, or others would follow suit."
Feng Jun laughed at that. "You're quite good at analysis. A self-made tycoon?"
He had amassed a fortune yet still acted so ruthlessly. That was a classic trait of the first generation of the rich.
The man was rather modest too. He gave an awkward laugh. "I've never been rich. Where would I get any first or second generation?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a card and handed it over. "There are two hundred million in this card. The password is 123456. Consider it a deposit. Thank you, Boss Feng, for giving me another chance."
Feng Jun glanced at him with a faint smile. "How did you know I'd give you a chance?"
The man answered with a fawning smile, "You said during the day that you'd come treat patients at seven thirty tonight. Of course I had to seize the opportunity."
"Sure enough, you're a smart man." Feng Jun nodded and led him back into the Recovery Center. "You should understand that I wasn't targeting you. You were simply unlucky enough to run into this."
"It's not really bad luck," the man said openly. "If you use someone else's