After the divorce, I started to transfer

The Audi Q8 still had a faint new car smell inside.

After Chen Feng hung up the phone, Luna, who was still sitting on his lap, stared blankly for a moment before asking in shock, "What did that guy mean? Are you here for a medical checkup? I think I heard him say that his wife has lymphoma and only has a month to live. He's willing to give you $2 million to save her. Did I hear that right or is it a prank? How could something like that happen? Don't you think so?"

As we all know, cancer is incurable, let alone a highly malignant cancer like lymphoma. Luna has this basic common sense; even if you're rich, you can't cure it.

As for the $2 million fee, that was even more outrageous; such an astronomical figure was completely unimaginable to her. What she found most unbelievable was that, from Chen Feng's conversation with that person, she learned that Chen Feng could actually treat this kind of cancer—it was simply a fantasy. Chen Feng didn't seem like a doctor at all, let alone a doctor capable of treating cancer.

The two were too close just now, and Chen Feng didn't avoid her when he answered the phone, nor could he. Therefore, Luna essentially heard the entire call, which can be seen as a sign of Chen Feng's trust in her.

But since they had only just met, Chen Feng wasn't foolish enough to truly confide in her. So after a slight hesitation, he decided not to explain in detail how he could treat cancer.

So, Chen Feng could only tell a white lie: "I previously invested in the development of a special drug that is effective against some types of cancer. Luna was cured of her cancer because of it, and the news gradually spread. Some wealthy people eventually learned about it, so it's not surprising that they linked it to me. However, the raw materials for making this special drug are extremely rare, so the number produced is also very limited, with only 5 treatment slots available each year. I partnered with Karsix and gave him all 5 slots; all I had to do was provide the drug."

"Are you crazy? This is unbelievable. Are you sure you're not joking? You actually invented this miracle drug for treating cancer? If word gets out, you'll become the world's number one celebrity, and next year's Nobel Prize in Medicine will be yours." Luna's eyes were shining, her face filled with shock and disbelief, and she had the excitement of winning the grand prize.

It's no wonder she would act this way. After all, Chen Feng's treatment cost for one person is $2 million, and for five people a year, that's a billion dollars. Even after deducting costs, labor, and other expenses, Chen Feng's annual income from this alone should be several hundred million dollars.

She had previously overestimated Chen Feng's wealth, believing he could easily earn several million dollars a year, but she had clearly underestimated him. Chen Feng now only needs to provide five doses of this special drug each year to easily earn hundreds of millions of dollars—it's truly insane.

She felt like she had struck gold; her luck was incredible. Previously, she had been pessimistic about her and Chen Feng's future, but now, spurred by annual revenues of hundreds of millions of dollars, she was no longer pessimistic at all.

What does it matter if a man gives you enough money, even if you live like a widow?

Chen Feng noticed Luna's excitement and felt somewhat helpless. He had unintentionally revealed his identity as a super-rich man, and he was genuinely worried that Luna might develop inappropriate thoughts or try to exploit him, something Chen Feng didn't want to see.

"First of all, this special drug wasn't invented by me, but by a biopharmaceutical research institute that I invested in. They're a team of quite a few people, so the research team makes the lion's share of the profits, while I only get a small portion. Not to mention the Nobel Prize. If this special drug were made public, the research team, including myself, would be in mortal danger. So, you still have to keep it a secret for me."

"Oh? Why?" Luna asked, puzzled.

Chen Feng said, "Do you know how huge the market is for cancer right now? Countless hospitals, pharmaceutical companies, and related personnel rely on this disease for their livelihood and profits, involving a market worth hundreds of billions of dollars annually. Now that we announce that we have a special drug that can treat these cancers, you can imagine how these stakeholders will hate us and want to tear us to pieces. More importantly, as I just said, the synthesis of this special drug is extremely difficult, and the raw materials are very scarce, which simply cannot meet the needs of so many cancer patients worldwide. What will happen if we announce this news?"

Luna finally understood and quickly nodded, saying, "I understand. This really can't be made public, and I'll definitely keep it a secret for you. But this is just too crazy! You and the medical team you invested in have actually conquered cancer! It's unbelievable. If I didn't trust you so much, you wouldn't have needed to lie to me. I really thought you and that person on the phone were working together. Chen Feng, you're amazing, so incredible! I love you so much, I can't take it anymore, I want to…"

After saying that, Luna blushed and looked like she was having a rush of heat. She wrapped her arms around Chen Feng's neck and gave him a passionate kiss, then used one hand to undo his belt.

Startled, Chen Feng quickly stopped her, saying, "Stop, stop!" After a while, Chen Feng managed to stop her and said irritably, "If you really want to do it, just go upstairs to your room. It's only a short walk."

"Let's go quickly then." Luna's face was flushed, and she looked impatient. She opened the car door and slipped out from the passenger side, then urged Chen Feng, "Hurry up."

Chen Feng could only smile helplessly, unbuckle his seatbelt, and get out of the car.

……

Lawrence's trusted subordinate was quite efficient. In just two or three hours, he had investigated the convenience store owner's interpersonal relationships and even discovered a connection that seemed to be with Chen Feng.

The reason for using the term "suspected" is simple: while the convenience store owner has no direct contact with Chen Feng, they share a mutual acquaintance. They contacted each other just two days ago, and this mutual acquaintance is Zhou Ruiyuan, a fellow Fujianese Chen Feng met during his trip to Liana Valley. Zhou Ruiyuan happens to be from the same hometown as the convenience store owner, and the two spoke on the phone a couple of days ago. The specific content of their conversation is now impossible to ascertain, but it lasted over five minutes, indicating they discussed quite a bit.

Upon learning this information, Lawrence became even more suspicious, even believing that his youngest son's serious injury was orchestrated by Chen Feng through Zhou Ruiyuan, who in turn entrusted this fellow villager with the task. As for the black man involved in the robbery, the real shooter was likely bribed by Chen Feng's side, or perhaps by the convenience store owner, thus faking an accidental injury during a robbery.

This made Lawrence very uneasy. Even though he was now in a high position of power, and could control and interfere with all the judicial and law enforcement agencies in the United States, and had no shortage of people to do the hard and dirty work, the fact that Chen Feng, a Chinese man, could cooperate with a truly important figure like Mr. Moore showed the other party's power.

Therefore, what appears to be an accidental injury to his son is actually likely a deliberate act, with the mastermind being Chen Feng, a Chinese national.

If it weren't for Mr. Moore's orders, he could have kept a comprehensive surveillance of Chen Feng. But Mr. Moore had just given the order today, and he had already removed all surveillance on Chen Feng as requested, let alone directly leading people to cause trouble for Chen Feng. It's very likely that Mr. Moore discovered his actions just now, and then he would be in trouble. A person like Moore is someone he can't afford to offend.

But doing nothing wasn't Lawrence's style. After much thought, he finally called Mr. Moore. "Hello, Lawrence," came Mr. Moore's gentle voice from the other end of the line, sounding exactly like that of an old friend.

"Hello, sir," Lawrence greeted him quickly, then got straight to the point, "It's like this, sir, I encountered some unexpected trouble. At noon, my youngest son was shot and seriously injured, almost not making it. Fortunately, God had mercy on us, and my youngest son has now been successfully rescued."

"Is that so? That's really unfortunate. Tell me the details."

Lawrence then recounted in detail how his youngest son had been accidentally injured.

After listening, Moore comforted him, saying, "Thank God, your youngest son has safely weathered this crisis. So, is there anything you need help with? Do you need a good doctor, a good hospital, or perhaps an organ?"

“No, sir. My son was shot in the abdomen, but he's out of danger now. What I mean by ‘accident’ is that I suspect it wasn’t a coincidence, but rather something deliberate. I suspect someone is deliberately retaliating against me.”

"Then tell me, who wants revenge on you? Or do you already have someone you suspect?"

“Yes, sir. My suspect is Chen Feng, this Chinese man.” Lawrence said bluntly. He had known Moore for over a decade and knew Moore’s personality and preferences well. Moore liked to speak directly and disliked beating around the bush, so he said it like this.

Moore was genuinely surprised that Lawrence would suspect Chen Feng, and he was taken aback for a moment. He then frowned and asked in a serious tone, "Tell me your reasons for your suspicion."

Lawrence said, "The convenience store owner and Chen Feng have a mutual friend, a guy named Zhou, who now lives in Liana Valley. A few days ago, Chen Feng discovered he was being monitored and, sensing danger, fled there. That's when he met this guy surnamed Zhou, and they became good friends. They exchanged contact information, and they even spoke on the phone the day before yesterday. Coincidentally, just the day before yesterday, this guy surnamed Zhou spoke with the convenience store owner on the phone for more than five minutes. So I have reason to suspect that Chen Feng used this guy surnamed Zhou, and then this guy surnamed Zhou used the convenience store owner to retaliate against me."

"So why would Chen Feng want revenge on you? Do you think it's because he found out you leaked his ability to cure cancer? Or does he know it was you who suggested I send someone to arrest him and use him as a guinea pig for research?"

Moore's tone became increasingly stern as he spoke, clearly indicating his dissatisfaction. If Lawrence thought this way, he suspected that Moore had leaked information or even sold him out to Chen Feng.

Lawrence had a good mental fortitude, but he was still feeling a lot of pressure. Since things had already come to this point, he could only grit his teeth and continue, "Yes, sir. Otherwise, it's all too much of a coincidence. What kind of coincidence could there be in the world?"

"So how do you think Chen Feng knew you betrayed him? Only you and I knew about this. You and I have always had one-way communication. I have never told anyone else about you and me."

Lawrence immediately followed up, "Yes, sir, I'm also very puzzled. I know you couldn't have leaked my information, but it seems Chen Feng already knew. My intuition is usually very accurate; he must know that I leaked the information and betrayed him."

Moore frowned deeply, suddenly remembering something: Julian's henchman, the guy Julian had sent to capture Chen Feng, had suffered a family tragedy during the mission. His son was seriously injured in a football game, his wife suffered a brain hemorrhage, and finally, his daughter was seriously injured in a car accident. At the time, Joseph suspected that Julian's side had leaked the information, allowing Chen Feng to escape prematurely, while Julian's side suspected that Joseph, or even he, had leaked the information.

Julian told Joseph about the misfortune that befell Moore's subordinate, and then Joseph told him. At the time, he didn't take it seriously; he just thought Julian's subordinate was incredibly unlucky, that his wife and children had both met with misfortune in a single day.

Now that Lawrence's son has also run into trouble, these two cases combined seem to be more than just a coincidence.

Seeing that Moore remained silent, Lawrence spoke up, "Sir, I know this is just speculation and suspicion, without any evidence. But my intuition tells me that this matter may be related to Chen Feng, this Chinese man, so I hope to continue monitoring him. He is a dangerous person."

After listening for a while, Moore slowly said, "Do you believe in fate? Or do you believe in luck?"

Lawrence was a little confused by the question, but he went along with it anyway: "Of course I believe in fate and luck, just as I believe in the existence of God."

Moore continued, “Based on my detailed and in-depth investigation of Chen Feng, he is an incredibly lucky person. His turning point in life was his marriage. After his divorce, he won a huge lottery prize, not only in China but also in the United States. Furthermore, whatever stocks he buys, they skyrocket; whatever cryptocurrencies he buys, they skyrocket. And from what I understand, everyone who offends him ends up in a bad way. This isn't because he has great ability, or a powerful background or connections, but because he seems to be blessed by the heavens; he is God's favorite. And those who offend God's favorite do not have a good ending. This is also why I suddenly changed my stance and want to cooperate with him peacefully and equally.”

"How could that be? If it were true that those who offend him would not have a good ending, then I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I? Besides, I've been telling you about this for quite some time now." Although Lawrence was a theist, he still doubted Moore's argument. He didn't believe that a yellow-skinned person from China would be so favored by God.

Moore felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that Lawrence doubted his judgment, but since Lawrence was now a person of some standing, he still had to give him some face, so he patiently told him about Julian's subordinate and his family.

After hearing Julian's story, Lawrence felt a chill run down his spine and his hands trembled slightly. He was genuinely worried that something else might happen to his family, especially since his youngest son had already died, and there were still his eldest son and wife to worry about.

"Lawrence, since you believe in fate and luck, you should believe that Chen Feng is someone favored by God. To be honest, I'm a little worried about the safety of your other family members. My personal advice is to strengthen security measures for them and have them stay home as much as possible. Of course, if you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do but pray that my guesses and deductions are wrong. Personally, I don't really hope that my conclusions are correct." (End of Chapter)