Several were hit by a car, and one of them happened to fly to a location not far ahead of Zhang Cheng.

Passers-by around exclaimed, some were still standing still and couldn't come back to their senses for the time being, others shouted and rushed towards the wounded, and more people quickly took out their cell phones and called police and emergency numbers.

Zhang Cheng also rushed over with the people around him to help. But he saw that the wounded was a middle-aged woman who was hit in a vital area such as her chest and abdomen, and her mouth was bleeding. She was barely supported by someone. She seemed to be trying to say anything, but she couldn't say anything. All she could do was raise her hand weakly, as if she wanted to express something.

Even if you don’t understand medical knowledge at all, you will understand that she is the so-called “critical patient” in daily life and will die at any time.

"Be careful!" A person next to him who obviously knew some common sense of medical care started shouting. "You can't touch her, you can't move her, otherwise your injury may aggravate!"

Incapable of this, the helper could only put it down in his original posture and instead try to help others.

No one noticed that Zhang Cheng took out a card from his arms, put it on the patient's body, and then put it away again. Of course, even if he saw it, everyone would feel that this was a sign of panic and helplessness.

Lao Liu was also trying to rescue the injured. There were seven wounded people in total, two of which were fine. Although they were injured, they were even able to act on their own. The other five were in a bad condition, with three minor injuries and two serious injuries. This minor injury was not a real minor injury or serious injury in medical concepts, but the subconscious perception of ordinary people who do not understand medicine.

Old Liu took the lead, and together with three or five other angry passers-by, he found a crowbar, pulled open the door of the deformed car, and pulled out the people inside. The person in the car was a young man under thirty years old. He was intact, but he was pushed by the airbag and could not move. After the person was pulled out, a smell of alcohol rushed straight to the noses of several people.

Because of the alcohol and the impact, this guy looked dazed and couldn't even speak.

I don't know how smelled like this man was drunk at such a noon, but when everyone smelled the scent, they knew about the origin of the car accident. The angry old Liu went up and slapped the kid four times.

However, at this time, regular personnel also arrived. After all, this was a downtown area, and the response speed of various departments in Dongzhou City was still very fast. In just ten minutes, the ambulance arrived. Professional doctors and nurses came out and began to clean up the wounded on the road. Of course, the police also came and began to deal with the scene, including understanding the situation at that time. There were many witnesses at the scene. Zhang Cheng and Lao Liu even took the initiative to explain the specific process to the police. The two left their names and phone numbers for inquiries.

Of course, what the masses could do ended here. With the departure of the police and ambulances, the road that was originally blocked began to be cleared slowly again, and Zhang Cheng and Lao Liu also entered a shop next to him.

Old Liu cursed the boy who was obviously drunk driving, while Zhang Cheng began to order the order.

"You still have a dog." Old Liu noticed Xiao Huihui on Zhang Cheng's hand. As a dog, Xiao Huihui had already smelled Ni Duan from the smell around him, and was now sticking out his tongue and looking around with high excitement.

Zhang Cheng picked it up and placed it on a chair. By the way, this kind of puppy is not allowed in hotels, but no one cares too much about such a fat and adorable puppy.

"Very cute puppy." Lao Liu said. He reached out to touch Xiao Huihui's head, but when his hand approached, Xiao Huihui immediately showed hostility and grinned and stopped Lao Liu. Lao Liu could only give up this idea regretfully.

"This dog is quite recognizing his birth." Old Liu said.

"I started raising it since it was born." Zhang Cheng replied lightly. At this time, the cold cut came up, and a plate of braised pork was picked up by Zhang Cheng with chopsticks for Xiao Huihui. Xiao Huihui couldn't wait to bite it and began to eat it. After eating it, it continued to shake its tail, drool, and looked at Zhang Cheng with expectant eyes.

"It seems like I've been doing well recently." Old Liu said. "How about you there?"

"It's all going well. A danger happened, but it was finally over without any danger." Zhang Cheng said lightly. "How are you there?"

"I'm different from you. I'm a lying flat." When he said this, Lao Liu laughed. "Wu Lan is gone, another person I'm familiar with has left." He sighed. "Zhang Cheng, I really don't have many acquaintances and friends."

"Aren't there many people on the forum?" Zhang Cheng asked. He remembered the time traveler party he met in the United States.

"The good and the bad are mixed, so I dare not know at will." Lao Liu replied. "Otherwise, if you are cheated, you won't know who will cheat. Now the most important function of the forum to me is to buy literary beads through it."

"By the way, Lao Liu, have you heard of a 'five-year curse'?"

"I heard," said Lao Liu. "But in my opinion, this is just a rumor. If you walk too much at night, you will eventually encounter ghosts. The ancients said that if you don't leave the well, you will inevitably die in front of the formation. If you do too many adventures, you will eventually encounter this situation. You see, I have been in the beginning and end for five years, and even if it is strictly calculated for more than four years, there is nothing left. On the contrary, there are too many people who died in the first year. Just look at the forum and you will know that those who have obituaries actually account for a very small part, and most of them passed away silently."

This situation is completely understandable. Zhang Cheng thought while eating. After all, time travelers are completely random. Although everyone knows that "there are many people and the power is great", there must be not many people who can gather the team. It is too scattered and the people's hearts are difficult to predict.

"Do you know, Zhang Cheng, I once asked someone to make a software," said Lao Liu. "It was used to judge the number of people on the forum, but the result was shocking. Most people who went to the forum could not survive for a year. Alas, actually, that system hurts people. If there was no that system, I think the survival rate would be greatly improved... By the way, does a Wenzhu need to be sold recently?"

"Ah, no, I don't think it's necessary to sell it for the time being." Zhang Cheng replied.

"It must have cost a lot of money to go to the United States." Old Liu smiled. "Although we are not short of money, it is better for people like us to keep their affairs behind us, right?"

"Old Liu, do you want to make another vote?" Zhang Cheng saw that Old Liu was not drunk anymore.

"Haha..." Old Liu laughed. "Hey, the expenses have been quite high recently. It's not okay if you don't find a way to make another ticket."

Zhang Cheng was puzzled. If he was not wrong, Lao Liu earned tens of millions of dollars with Wenzhu last time. Of course, no one thinks that the money is too much these days, but it takes about one or two months, right?

"Hey, I'm divorced." Old Liu said. "Just not long ago."

"Ah...ah..." Zhang Cheng looked at Lao Liu's appearance and understood a little. However, the time traveler himself had to be prepared to never wake up after a dream, so he couldn't tell whether this was a good or a bad thing.

"Including the money left for the children and the money left for my wife, I have almost spent the money I got last time." Lao Liu said, with a self-deprecating smile on his face. "Now, I want to get some money I spent for myself. I have lost a lot recently."

"Lost? Are you gambling?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"Are you? Do you know what's popular here in the past two years? It was crickets in the early years, bullfighting in the past two years, and now dogfighting is popular." Speaking of this, Lao Liu is obviously an expert. "I lost a lot in the dogfighting ring recently. Alas..." He shook his head and sighed.

Well, for Zhang Cheng, who was a working class in the past, but now he has not changed his mentality all at once, it is a kind of thing that is not arrogant but has almost no contact. Only businessmen like Lao Liu, who are rich and leisure, care about it.

Lao Liu picked up a large piece of meat with chopsticks and sent it to Xiao Huihui. Xiao Huihui ate the meat, but when Lao Liu wanted to take the opportunity to touch it, it still began to bare his teeth, forcing Lao Liu to give up.

"You dog is definitely a mad dog when you grow up." Old Liu sighed and gave up his plan to pet dogs.

"What are your plans?" Zhang Cheng asked. "Same as last time?"

"It is one of the alternatives. Although it is relatively stable, I think since I want to do it, I will do it a little bigger." Lao Liu said. "The domestic futures market is actually limited in capacity. We go to international futures. For example, crude oil and other markets. These markets have a large capacity, and the funds we have are insignificant, which is very convenient to advance and retreat."

This is also the difference between time travelers and others. In the financial market, the larger the funds, the stronger the stronger the funds. Only time travelers use plug-ins to pursue a larger market. After all, the wishes are distorted, but they are really done.

"Why are you looking for me?" Zhang Cheng still didn't understand. Old Liu is rich and Wenzhu now, so you can do it yourself.

"One fence three stakes, one hero three gangs," Lao Liu smiled. "The so-called "eating alone is not fat, and money cannot be made. Think about it, if multiple people join forces - of course, the premise is that the other party is a reliable person - will it have an impact on your income?"

"This... has no effect." Zhang Cheng suddenly figured it out.

Using Wenzhu Wishes to influence the financial market, it is no different to gathering a group of people to operate alone. You won’t make half a cent less money, but on the contrary, you can save energy and costs. If that’s the case, why not do it?

This is why Lao Liu came to Zhang Cheng. Because Zhang Cheng looks good, he is obviously not the kind of short-lived ghost who will no longer have news in just three or two days.

"How many Wenzhu do you have here? How much money?" Lao Liu looked at Zhang Cheng as he was already intent and struck while the iron was hot. Time travelers had two attitudes. One was to be completely indulgent, and he didn't care about the matter, and sold the Wenzhu for money. This kind of people did, but they were all fools. The other was to accumulate the Wenzhu and use it by yourself. This was better than the first one, but it was also limited. Of course, there was the last one, which was the smartest and most correct one, which was to gather the power of many people to use Wenzhu correctly.

"I have four or five coins," said Zhang Cheng. "The money should be able to raise some money. But it's only 10 or 20 million, and there can't be more."

This time he went to the United States and was really extorted by the unscrupulous merchant of Thomas. Of course, the money was worth the money. If it weren't for this, it would be difficult for him to deal with the black-scaled lizard man this time, and he was almost dead when facing Eye. The guy who could chop bullets with a sword would be like a death to fight in an ordinary way.

"Very good, so we'll be fine." Old Liu thought. "How about we try the foreign exchange market? Or international crude oil? Or something else?"

"I don't know much about this." Zhang Cheng replied honestly. "I have never played finance in the past."

"Ah, that's it." Old Liu said. "But it doesn't matter. I'll take some time to study it first and find a suitable plate, which can be quickly in and out, with large fluctuations, and it's difficult to be noticed no matter how you do it." He thought for a while and said. "Just leave this to me. In Wenzhu, we may need to accumulate about thirty."

"Isn't it okay to have twenty last time?"

"No, I think the words "opening and daily limit" are not accurate enough, and there is room for misinterpretation." Lao Liu explained. "Although it was successful last time, the less risk, the better, isn't it?"

"With Wenzhu making wishes, can the same word use have different effects?" Zhang Cheng asked curiously.

"This is a precious experience I bought with money." Old Liu lowered his voice. "It is true. The exact same content of wishing may be successful for the first time, but the second time failed. The solution is to express the meaning as accurately as possible."

"In other words, you must accumulate enough literary beads. The more literary beads, the more accurate they are, the more difficult it is to be misinterpreted." Zhang Cheng understood.

"That's it," Lao Liu replied. He picked up another piece of flesh and threw it to Xiao Huihui in the air. In fact, he threw it inaccurately. But Xiao Huihui didn't look at the fat and teddy, and his movements were as fast as lightning. A small jump, accurately putting the flesh into his mouth.

Lao Liu can only see Xiao Huihui catch the meat from the angle. But when he opened it to this position, he saw Xiao Huihui chewing. This was a solid piece of ribs, but in Xiao Huihui's mouth, all bones did not exist. It quickly chewed the food and swallowed it, without spitting out any residue. Moreover, the whole process did not make any friction sound of biting hard objects. The biting force of this guy... I guess African hyenas are not at this level.

There was a noise downstairs in the private room. It was a woman shouting. The sound insulation of the private room was not good, so I heard it clearly. Zhang Cheng was curious and stuck his head out of the window, wanting to see what was going on. A man and a woman were pushing, rubbing, and shouting. Zhang Cheng almost recognized the man at once.

Is this Lao Hui?! Zhang Chengdu knew about it by burning it to ashes. This was his previous boss, the old bastard he hated the most.

The old bastard no longer had the same style as he used to be tormenting Zhang Cheng in the office with his power. He was wearing a slightly wrinkled suit and a tie, and his face was obviously red because of drinking. His face was full of a embarrassed look, and he was muttering and wondering what he was saying while walking out. The woman grabbed the collar of his suit and cursed.
Chapter completed!