Chapter 333: God's Messenger

Mingguang now has strong financial resources, and such a small company is nothing to Su Bingzhen.

Not to mention that he heard Su Ming's thoughts, even if he didn't, just because Su Ming was his biological son, he had no reason not to give them some stocks that Su Ming wanted.

"Xiao Ming, this is your first investment. Dad believes you will make a fortune." Su Bingzhen touched Su Ming's head and said seriously.

"Dad, when I make money, I will buy you a big house! I will honor you!" Su Ming held Su Bingzhen's hand and said with a smile.

During this time, his language organization skills continued to improve.

Su Bingzhen was also very happy to see Xiao Ming able to say such a long paragraph clearly in one breath. These stocks were worth losing even if they lost all their money.

"Mr. Su! Don't you care about the life and death of our company?" The shareholders on the side became anxious and shouted angrily.

Su Bingzhen rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't like it, you can quit the company. I can still afford the shares in your hand. For such a small broken company, if it can make my son happy, then that's it." It worked."

After he finished speaking, he took out his cell phone and pointed it at Su Ming, smiling so hard that his eyes crinkled, "Come on, good son, say what you just said again, and I'll take a video of your mother."

My son is so sensible. He already knew at the age of one that he should be filial to him from now on, hahahahaha!

Seeing Su Bingzhen's attitude, the shareholders did not dare to raise any objections. Many shareholders chose to withdraw from the company, and only a small number of shareholders who wanted to take advantage of Mingguang stayed.

At the same time, Su Haoming was waiting at the door of Su's house with his luggage.

"Zhen Ting, I'm bankrupt now. I have no choice but to live in your house." Su Haoming smiled sheepishly and said to Su Zhenting who opened the door.

Su Zhenting let him into the room in shock, but he was also very surprised, "I know the companies under your name. Although they are not in business, they won't go bankrupt so quickly, right?"

Su Haoming sighed and said helplessly, "I accidentally contracted HIV."

"What!" Su Zhenting was instantly frightened and took two steps back.

"Don't be afraid, I have been cured now. Su Ming, Su Bingzhen's child, got a medicine from somewhere that can completely cure HIV. I spent all my family property to get that medicine with them."

After telling the whole story, a trace of resentment appeared on Su Haoming's face.

"This Su Bingzhen family is really not human. We are blood relatives after all. They actually took advantage of my illness to blackmail me like this. Especially that Su Ming, a little kid dared to humiliate me!" He clenched his fists in anger.

"Bah, I can't deal with Su Bingzhen and Chen Wanqiu, why can't I deal with a kid? When I find the opportunity, I must teach that damn kid Su Ming a lesson!"

Su Zhenting was shocked and shouted angrily, "Don't mess around! Su Ming is not something you can touch!"

"It's just a child, there's nothing he can't do." Su Haoming dismissed it, "Zhen Ting, you are too timid."

"You idiot!" Su Zhenting looked like he hated iron. "Why do you think I tried every means to get Su Bingzhen to return to the Su family? It's because Su Ming is not a mortal, but a born little living Buddha!"

"Little Living Buddha?" Su Haoming became even more contemptuous, "Where did you get this gossip?"

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the True Buddha Temple and see for yourself." Su Zhenting was speechless.

Zhenfo Temple is the temple where Su Ming's golden Buddha statue is located. Because of the emergence of a small living Buddha who made very effective wishes, it was directly renamed Zhenfo Temple.

If there wasn't a real Buddha guarding the temple, which temple would have the courage to have such a name.

Of course, Su Haoming had heard of the name of Zhenfo Temple, but he didn't know what the relationship between Zhenfo Temple and Su Ming was, so he could only go to Zhenfo Temple in person the next day with a lot of doubts.

Not long after, Chen Wanqiu took Su Ming back to the Zhenfo Temple to play, but was stopped outside the gate of the Buddhist temple.

"Stop, what are you here for?"

Chen Wanqiu saw that the novice guarding the door was very jealous and thought that he was a new monk, so she said politely, "We come to this temple often. Please go and talk to the abbot, Su..."

"Host! What kind of host! We only have divine envoys here." The novice interrupted her in a cold tone, "If you are here to make a wish, just go to the divine envoy and queue up. For many big wishes, you can pay as much as you want. If you are not sincere enough, The angel will not let you in."

The novice monk pointed to a small house that had just been built outside the temple.

Chen Wanqiu was confused.

"Angel?"

What it is?

"You don't even know about the divine envoy?" The novice monk looked disgusted. "Now only the divine envoy can see the Little Living Buddha. Any wishes you want to make must be conveyed through the divine envoy. You should go and queue up quickly, otherwise you will be late. No more space."

Chen Wanqiu laughed angrily. The little living Buddha was in her hand. Why had she never heard of any divine messenger coming to Su Ming?

Su Ming also had a question mark on his forehead.

[I said that my mind has been quiet recently and no one has made a wish. It turns out that someone is acting as a monster. 】

A true monk cannot touch money. This divine envoy is 100% not a monk, and there must be something fishy about him.

Chen Wanqiu walked to the small house with Su Ming in her arms, only to see two men wrestling with each other and swearing.

"Damn it, I was the one who came first, how dare you cut in line!"

"What do you mean you came first? I came here to line up last night. I just had to pee and went to the toilet. You bastard took my place!"

"Why don't you just die if you have to pee? You can cut in line if you want, but you're making up lies!"

Chen Wanqiu was confused and asked a passerby who was watching nearby, "What's going on?"

"Oh, what else could it be? The messenger of God only receives fifty people who come to make wishes every day. These two men fought for the quota. There are fights for quotas every day." The passerby said as if he was used to it.

"Hey, are you here to make a wish too? I can queue up for you. It only costs 50,000 yuan. I'll come in the early morning." Another man came to Chen Wanqiu and whispered, "I promise to help you get a quota."

Chen Wanqiu:...

In such a short time, there are scalpers?

[I'm so angry. You dare to cheat money under my name. I'll kill you with a thunderbolt! 】Su Ming was about to explode with anger, and was preparing to make a big move when a funeral car suddenly drove to the gate of the True Buddha Temple with funeral music playing on the loud speaker.

A woman pushed a corpse out of the car crying and wailing, "You damn liar, give me back my husband's life!"

"My husband could have been saved, but you, the lousy God's messenger, killed him! I will never let you go!"