According to news reports I read before traveling through time, after Teresa Teng fell ill, she was delayed in the hotel for a long time, and was sent to the hospital by the waiter. It happened to be the peak hours of get off work, and she encountered a traffic jam on the road, which delayed for more than 20 minutes.

Du Qiu naturally would not let this tragedy happen again. In the past two days, in the name of seeing the scenery, he drove a rented car and ran the route between the hotel and the hospital five or six times back and forth. He was very familiar with the road conditions and immediately sent it to the hospital after the disease broke out. Therefore, he did not encounter traffic jams and advanced the emergency room as quickly as possible.

Next was a long wait. Du Qiu was very calm and asked the hotel waiter who accompanied him to go out and bought a few English magazines and came back, sitting on the bench in the waiting area to read.

Jiang Danfeng was restless, excited and anxious, and kept wandering in the corridor outside the emergency room. He felt that his beauty was poor and the once beautiful woman was now desolate and helpless, and he didn't even have a relative around him. He complained that he met the wrong person and had a bad attitude, so he chose an irresponsible boyfriend. In the end, she felt empathy and remembered that she had also entered the emergency room and asked, "Mr. Du, why did you take me to the hospital that day?"

“Drived.”

"What was I like at that time?"

"It's similar to a dead person, but the body is still hot."

"Mr. Du!" Jiang Danfeng disliked his rude metaphor, but also felt that he had a taboo in his words and complained: "She is still in first aid, so be careful when speaking."

Du Qiu had experienced the deaths of several relatives in just two or three years, and had already tempered his inner tenacity. He looked down at the magazine and said lightly: "Language is not a scalpel, it cannot hurt life or save life. You either sit honestly or return to the hotel to refund the air ticket and change it to the earliest flight tomorrow."

Of course, Jiang Danfeng refused to leave, so he sent the hotel waiter back to deal with it, then sat down on the bench beside Du Qiu, waiting boredly. After waiting for nearly two hours, the door of the emergency room opened, the doctor walked out, shook his head, and said in English: "I'm sorry, she passed away."

"What!" Jiang Danfeng was extremely surprised and jumped up from the bench. His eyes were involuntarily red, and he questioned in disbelief: "She is just asthma."

"Her physical condition was very bad, and there were complications that led to organ failure..."

Amid the doctor's explanation, Du Qiu raised his hand and looked at the electronic watch. He found that it was 6:24. He couldn't help but sigh, and rushed from the country from afar, deliberately preparing in advance, but the greatest and legendary female singer in the Chinese music scene only allowed him to live an extra hour.

Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven...

Since it cannot be saved, it is time to take the next step...

After paying attention to the remains and personally sent the remains to the morgue, Du Qiu asked the doctor to copy a death record sheet, and then dragged Jiang Danfeng back to the hotel in a daze, took her to her suite, poured her a glass of water, then picked up the phone, and dialed an international long distance to the United States to find Zhou Yuan.

Due to the jet lag, it was around 6 o'clock in the evening in Chiang Mai, and San Jose was around 4 o'clock in the morning. Zhou Yuan was sleeping soundly. After being woken up by the phone, he was very irritable. He closed his eyes and grabbed the bedside table several times before picking up the microphone. He fed it vaguely, then immediately turned over and sat up, and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Du, is it true or false?"

"I personally took her to the hospital and also took her to the morgue. Now I am holding her death record list in my hand." Du Qiu briefly introduced the incident in a very calm tone, and then asked: "Can you use this news to exchange media resources with your friends?"

"Absolutely no problem!" As a media person, Zhou Yuan knew how valuable this big news that caused a sensation in the entire Chinese world was. He was both excited and excited. He pounded the bed hard and asked, "What resources do Mr. Du want to exchange for?"

"I wrote an article advocating the promotion of Internet infrastructure construction, and I want the senior management of relevant departments to see it."

"This is not difficult, I'll arrange it."

When Du Qiu hung up the phone, Jiang Danfeng picked up the water cup and wanted to splash him, but it didn't spill it. She only wet the carpet. She threw away the cup angrily, put one hand on her waist, pointed at the direction of the hospital with the other hand, and asked loudly: "Mr. Du! The bones of others are not cold, so you can just use her to make a deal. Is it reasonable? You are still not a human being!"

"I didn't trade her, I just trade her news." Du Qiu looked into her eyes and asked back, "Can she survive if I don't trade? The media won't report it tomorrow?"

Jiang Danfeng was speechless, but he still couldn't accept it emotionally, and he stammered: "But, but..."

"But what?" Du Qiu picked up the cup and held it in his hand, as if holding up the dazzling jewelry, and asked: "The photos you took yesterday are the last images she left in the world, and there is also a handwritten autograph. They will definitely be very valuable in the future. Are you planning to collect them forever, or are you planning to take them out for auction?"

Jiang Danfeng's expression moved slightly, and his momentum became weaker without realizing it. He no longer looked like a chivalrous woman who was full of righteous indignation and spoke out for justice.

The phone ringing in the room was called by a senior Xinhua reporter and asked about the detailed process of Teresa Teng's death. Du Qiu took out the recorder and turned on the hands-free button. While recording, he told the story very in detail, but he did not add fuel to the fire or make subjective conjectures. He just said what he saw and heard, and after that, he faxed the death record sheet.

During the time Du Qiu was talking, Jiang Danfeng sat next to him in silence, without saying a word. After the phone was hung up, she seemed to suddenly wake up and asked in a stern voice: "Mr. Du, if I die, would you use this too?"

"If you want to be exploited, you must first have value."

"You are such a cold-blooded animal!" Jiang Danfeng's eyes turned red again, and he stood up from the chair and said loudly: "Since that's the case, I will only use you in the future and will not help you!"

"If you don't help, you can quit."

For the first time, Jiang Danfeng felt that his teeth were not sharp enough, his mouth was not sharp enough, and his mind was like a mess, blocking his chest and unable to speak. He felt extremely uncomfortable. After a moment of silence, he blurted out: "I will only work for money in the future, but I will not work for you sincerely."

"Isn't it supposed to be like this at work?" Du Qiu sat on the side of the coffee table and continued to sort out the unfinished snacks, saying indifferently: "I am the boss, not my boyfriend, I don't care about your sincerity, I only care about your efficiency."

"You...you..." Jiang Danfeng's tears filled his eyes, and he simply took it a break, stomped his feet and shouted: "Du Qiu, you know that I like you, why do you treat me like this?!"

"Who can ask Mount Fuji for private ownership based on love?" Du Qiu hummed a Cantonese lyrics in Mandarin, then turned his head to look at her, and said seriously: "I am honored that you like me, but it does not mean that I also want to like you... In fact, I don't like you, but the degree of my liking you is not enough to make me give up other women for you."

When Jiang Danfeng heard what he said, he was both happy and angry, and asked jealously: "Which woman? Is it Su Wenxiu?"

"It's not Wenxiu, it's a lot of women." Du Qiu used a row of snacks on the coffee table as a woman and pointed it around with his fingers: "Film and television stars, international supermodels, socialites, wealthy ladies, etc., I haven't eaten them yet, how could I give up on them for you?"

"Du! Qiu! What a fool you are!"

"Do you think I'm like a slutty?" Du Qiu was a little hungry, so he opened a bucket of peanut beans and said while eating: "I asked you to collect information and news about Princess Diana. Have you collected it? I plan to inspect her before July 1, 1997, and it's very tight."

Jiang Danfeng was speechless, so he stepped forward and grabbed a handful of peanut beans and stuffed them into his mouth, making a creaking sound.

"Since you've got the word out, I'll just say that I won't get married in the next 20 years. If you think it's not enough to like what I like, then be a mistress. I'll help you find a leisurely job, raise flowers, cook, and live a quiet life honestly."

"Idiot! I didn't like you so much!"

"Then you can continue to be a secretary." Du Qiu took out two peanut beans stuck together and said with a smile: "If you want to work night shifts, I will pay you an extra salary, but when I roll the sheets with other women, you can't be jealous and disturb me. Of course, if you are willing to work overtime, I will give you another bonus."

"Mr. Du." Jiang Danfeng changed his standard title again and sneered and teased: "You are the most shameless and most lustful person in the world, and you are extremely shameless and lustful!"

"I admit that I am lustful, but men and women love each other, you are willing to love each other, you are neither cheating nor useless, why are you shameless?" Du Qiu pulled open the two peanut beans, ate one, put one on the coffee table, and said, "Jiang Danfeng, like me, you are all people who value interests over feelings, why bother with them?"
Chapter completed!