After the divorce, I started to transfer

Beverly Hills.

As soon as Yasser left, Melina asked in confusion, "Why did you give him so much money? I think his information, while useful and shocking, isn't worth half a million dollars."

Pierre smiled and said, "This intelligence isn't expensive at half a million dollars. Just like he said before, if he sold this information to those billionaires with terminal illnesses, a million dollars would be a piece of cake. So I can resell this information to others. In that case, I'll not only earn back the half a million dollars, but I can also make some extra money, or gain a favor. Sometimes, a favor is more valuable than dollars."

Melina nodded, seemingly understanding. Then she asked, "Does your mother really have a very serious case of diabetes?"

Upon hearing this, Pierre's expression tightened slightly. He nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, my mother has had diabetes for over ten years. Especially in recent years, she has developed some complications, causing her great suffering. So, even if it's just for my mother, this $500,000 is worth it. At least it gives me hope that my mother can be cured."

Upon hearing this, Melina looked empathetic and said with a somewhat heavy expression, "I'm sorry, I just found out about this. Why don't you take me to see her and pay my respects to her?"

Pierre gave her a deep look, then shook his head without much hesitation and refused: "You know, I have my own wife, and she has given me two children. My mother only recognizes her as her daughter-in-law. If I take you there alone, it won't be a good thing for you."

Although Melina was mentally prepared, she still felt a little sad when Pierre rejected her so decisively. She could only force a smile and say, "Okay, I understand."

Pierre immediately comforted her, saying, "In my heart, you are still the one I love most. When the time is right, I will divorce my wife. In fact, we have basically lost all feelings for each other these past few years. I have only kept our marriage because of our two children. As you know, I live with you now, not with her."

Melina wasn't one of those naive, unsophisticated women, and she didn't really believe what he said. But she still pretended to believe him and nodded with some emotion, saying, "Darling, I believe you. We'll definitely be able to be together openly and honestly in the future." As she spoke, she stepped forward and hugged Pierre, nestling her head against his chest like a little bird.

Pierre also enjoyed her gentleness and obedience, reaching out to gently stroke and soothe her back. After a while, he released her and said to Melina, "I need to contact this mysterious Chinese man now. The sooner we ask him, the sooner my mother can be relieved of her suffering."

Melina, of course, did not object and immediately expressed her agreement.

……

After explaining his second special ability to Brina, Chen Feng picked up his phone and replied to several messages from China. Of course, there were many messages, and he didn't reply to them all, only choosing a few that seemed more important.

For example, Sun Xiaorui asked him when he would return to China. It was clear she missed him. Chen Feng replied: "If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be back in the next few days."

He also replied to Liu Ying, who had been messaging Chen Feng almost daily for the past two days, sending photos and videos of their daughter. Chen Feng hadn't been replying much the first couple of days, but he did reply today, chatted briefly, and then stopped responding.

Looking at the time, it was almost 11 p.m. locally. But since it doesn't get dark until 8 p.m. here, it's actually equivalent to about 9 p.m. in Xiuzhou, China, so most people are still awake.

Therefore, the people here are the same; they basically don't go to bed until 11 p.m., and their real nightlife hasn't even started yet.

Just then, a WeChat friend request came in. The sender had an English name and explicitly stated in English in the note that they wanted to see him for medical treatment. Chen Feng glanced at it, a little surprised, but didn't think much of it and ignored it.

A few minutes later, probably seeing that Chen Feng didn't respond, the other party sent him a text message, still saying that they wanted to see him for medical treatment and that "the price is negotiable".

Seeing that the other person even knew his phone number, Chen Feng knew he couldn't ignore it anymore; otherwise, the other person would definitely call him directly. So, Chen Feng finally accepted the friend request, but blocked the other person from seeing his posts on social media.

As soon as the friend request was accepted, the other party sent a text message asking directly if his mother had severe diabetes for more than ten years and now had various complications. He asked if the other party could cure her.

Chen Feng did not answer the question directly, but asked where he got the information that he could treat patients.

Needless to say, the person who added him as a friend was Pierre. He didn't specify, only saying he learned of it from a friend. He couldn't reveal the person's name, but he expressed his sincere desire for Chen Feng to treat his mother, and said the price was negotiable.

Chen Feng was somewhat dissatisfied with the other party's answer, but he didn't dwell on it too much. In any case, the fact that he could cure terminal illnesses would eventually be revealed, and those who were capable of knowing would eventually find out. Besides, this was practically a business opportunity delivered to his door; it wouldn't be a waste to turn it down.

After all, if he wants to do good deeds and promote the "Free Children's Lunch Program" in the future, the foundation's current funding may not be enough. Because he plans to implement it long-term, it will require a lot of money in the long run.

After a brief hesitation, Chen Feng replied directly: "Your mother's illness should be curable in principle. However, it requires three hundred million US dollars. If you can come up with that much money, I can help you with the treatment."

The reason Chen Feng asked for this price, instead of the two hundred million US dollars agreed with Carl Hicks, was because this person was not recommended by an acquaintance, so the increase was reasonable. In addition, he also wanted to make up for the one hundred million US dollars that had been waived earlier.

Chen Feng's reply and quote completely stunned Pierre. He had expected Chen Feng's price to be high, but he hadn't anticipated it to be this outrageously expensive.

He thought he could barely accept a price of tens of millions of dollars, but three hundred million dollars was far beyond his expectations and his ability to afford.

Pierre stared blankly for a moment before sending a shocked emoji and asking, "Are you serious? You're not kidding, are you?"

Seeing the other party's reaction, Chen Feng knew they were completely unaware of his stipulated medical fees and coldly replied, "Of course, I never joke about this." Pierre fell silent again. After a long while, he began to bargain: "Your price is too high; I simply can't afford that much. Can you lower the price? After all, this isn't a terminal illness. If it were cancer, your price, while expensive, would be reasonable, since it's life-saving. But my mother only has diabetes and some complications. With proper care, she can live for at least another ten years or so. So can you lower the price? How about fifty million US dollars? That's equivalent to half of my current assets. If you want cash, I'll have to sell some of my existing assets."

Pierre's bargaining skills were decent, but he went too far. The price difference between $300 million and $50 million was too great. Chen Feng, of course, couldn't accept it and sent a blunt message: "What kind of treatment is there if you don't have money? Like you said, your mother doesn't have a terminal illness. You just need her to receive standard treatment; there's no need to come to me. My treatment prices are public knowledge within a small circle. Since you managed to find me, you should know my pricing. You can find a referrer, and I can offer you $200 million. If you don't have a referrer, it will have to be an additional $100 million. That's my treatment and pricing principle. If you can't accept it, don't contact me again."

Seeing Chen Feng's cold reply, Pierre's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, but there was nothing he could do. After all, Asier had already told him that Chen Feng had cured the cancer of the super-rich Carl Hicks, and there was also Senator Bellis's daughter, as well as the Lampson family. None of these were people he could afford to offend.

After considering for a moment, he tentatively asked, "The recommender you mentioned, is it Carl Hicks or someone else?"

Chen Feng replied simply: "Don't ask me that question. Since you know how to find me and have my contact information, you should find the referrer yourself. Once you find the referrer, it'll be a uniform offer of two hundred million US dollars, or something else I think is worth two hundred million US dollars."

Upon seeing this reply, Pierre knew what was going on and immediately replied: "Okay, I understand. I'll try my best to find recommenders and raise the two hundred million dollars."

Chen Feng glanced at the person and knew that their financial situation wasn't very good, so they probably weren't a potential high-quality client and didn't bother to reply.

Pierre's face darkened when Chen Feng didn't reply. But he was helpless. Ultimately, his economic power was no match for Carl Hicks, he had no political influence, and he was no match for a senator like Bellis, especially since Bellis's husband was a billionaire.

At this moment, he truly realized that his prized billions in assets weren't actually that much of a fortune. The $200 million needed to treat his mother's illness was something he simply couldn't afford. Just as he had said, he would have to sell off most of his assets to make ends meet.

Melina, who had been watching closely, noticed his grim expression and came over to ask with concern, "Darling, what happened? What did that Chinese man say?"

Pierre smiled wryly, "He wants three hundred million dollars for the consultation. Even if I could afford it, it would be a huge financial strain. Now I realize I'm actually quite poor."

Melina's eyes widened in astonishment. "Three hundred million dollars? Has he gone mad? That much money for a doctor's visit? He's obsessed with money."

Pierre said, "If it were a terminal illness, the price wouldn't be too outrageous. Especially for truly wealthy billionaires, if they had a terminal illness and only a few months to live, they would definitely go bankrupt to treat the disease and prolong their lives. Three hundred million dollars to buy a life is actually quite worthwhile for them, after all, they only have one life, and they can earn money again. But my mother's situation is more special, since she only has diabetes, not a terminal illness."

However, the other party clearly didn't accept this reason. Furthermore, because I didn't have a recommender, they added an extra $100 million; if I had a recommender, they said it would only cost $200 million. But even $200 million is something I can't possibly come up with all at once.

Melina asked, "So what do we do now? Is your mother going to stop seeking treatment from him?"

After a moment of silence, Pierre said with a heavy expression, "My mother still wants to see him for treatment. But first, I need to find a referrer. Also, I need to reduce the amount of money I have to pay. Even if it's two hundred million dollars, I'll have to sell a lot of assets to make up for it."

"Do you know who recommended you?"

Pierre smiled and said, "Didn't Asier say before? It's nothing more than Carl Hicks, Senator Bellis, or someone from the Lampson family. I happen to know Carl Hicks; my father is quite familiar with him. Maybe through my father's connections, he can recommend my mother for treatment."

"What about the two hundred million dollars?" Melina continued to ask. Actually, this was what she was most concerned about. If Pierre was really willing to spend so much money to treat his mother's illness, she would admire his filial piety, but without a doubt, Pierre wouldn't have much money left to spend on her in the future, which she was naturally unwilling to accept.

Pierre glanced at Melina and said, "I certainly can't come up with two hundred million dollars all by myself. My father has a lot of money, even more than I do. Besides, I'll find a way to earn some more money."

Melina could tell that Pierre was holding back in his words, and of course, she didn't press him further, as it involved some of his privacy. Even with family, some things shouldn't be asked in too much detail.

……

The next morning at nine o'clock, Chen Feng and Brina finished packing and drove back to downtown Los Angeles.

Chen Feng was no longer aware of any danger, so on the way, he suggested that Brina resell the pickup truck, which had been used many times before. Brina obediently drove the pickup truck back to the used car market where she had originally bought it, sold it at a loss of a few hundred dollars, and then drove her Chevrolet back to Chen Feng's hotel.

Meanwhile, Yasser finally returned to Washington. At the hospital, he saw his wife, who had undergone surgery. His wife was conscious, but unable to speak. The doctors had clearly told him that his wife would have difficulty moving around in the future; although she might be able to walk and move normally, it would require long-term care and rehabilitation.

In short, his wife was destined to be paralyzed. Even though Yasser was somewhat prepared, he still found this hard to accept. The grown man immediately burst into tears.

His wife was a rather traditional Middle Eastern woman who revolved around her husband. Over the years, she had worked tirelessly to bear and raise their three children, while her husband spent most of his time working and on missions. It was fair to say he felt deeply indebted to his wife, and he had secretly resolved to cure her at all costs.

He stayed with his wife for about half an hour, then went to see his son. His son's condition wasn't too bad, much better than his wife's. At least the doctor hadn't declared him paralyzed; instead, they said that with rehabilitation, he could very well stand up again and live a normal life. But what was certain was that his son would never be able to play football again, nor could he use his outstanding football talent to get into college. This undoubtedly made both him and his son very sad.

After comforting and encouraging his son for a while, Yasser made an excuse to go back to work and left.

He then went to the hospital where his eldest daughter was being treated, only to find that her condition was extremely serious. She remained in a coma, suffering from multiple fractures throughout her body, especially comminuted fractures in both thighs. While there was a theoretical possibility of recovery, the chances were very slim, and she would likely spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. This news brought tears to his eyes once again. (End of Chapter)