The full-level boss is laid off and re-employed in StarCraft.

During these five days on the spaceship, Cen Wen began to collect money, 5000 million a day, after tax.

So after landing, you should work non-stop.

The first time he saw the person, Cen Wen knew that his life was indeed renewed.

The Marquise has no serious illness, but her body organs are aging naturally. Thanks to the advanced medical technology and her wealth, she is hanging on to her life day by day.

Thinking about what is written in the contract, 20 billion will be given for complete cure.

Cen Wen felt that the money was too little, and if he wanted to be completely cured of this kind of natural aging, that would be rejuvenation.

20 billion means she wants to be young again. In her dream, does she think her life is worthless, or does she think the craftsmanship of a top master like her is worthless?

Sitting in a custom-made wheelchair, her hair is neatly combed, her facial skin does not look too old through medical aesthetics, and she is wearing a non-invasive ventilator mask. Marquis Butchara is also looking at Cen Wen.

Unfortunately, what she saw was a face wearing a mask.

However, she just didn't care, it was all a trivial matter.

She had paid attention to the events in the past two or three years. She had also watched the live broadcast of Cen Wen's performance at the exchange meeting, and intuitively believed that only this master could truly extend her life.

"Master Cen, please sit down."

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Cen Wen sat down on the reception chair in the study. When her butt touched the chair, she felt so comfortable that she wanted to sigh. She wanted to buy a few of these chairs and take them home.

"Oh, this chair is so comfortable. Whose product is it from?"

With this thought in my mind, I asked out the question, which happened to be an entry point for chatting and shortened the distance between the two parties.

The Marquis frowned slightly, unable to remember.

"The furniture in my house is all custom-made by designers. I will ask the housekeeper to check it later and let you know."

"Okay, thank you."

"Master Cen, let's not talk nonsense. You must be aware of my situation."

"Yes." When it came time to get down to business, Cen Wen moved his fingers, and an anti-monitoring barrier quietly surrounded the two of them. "The body ages naturally. If you stop these life-support equipment on your body, you won't be able to survive for a day or two. .”

"How much can I recover if you take action?"

"It depends on how much you pay. The higher the price, the better the effect."

"What if you let me regain my youth?"

"Yes, people from all over the planet will sacrifice their life force."

The Marquis's hands clenched instantly following Cen Wen's words.

"Restore youth and sacrifice to the world?"

"That's right. Otherwise, where do you think the vitality that restores your youth comes from? I don't create vitality, I'm just a porter of vitality."

“What are the global implications?”

"The impact is very small. It is only taken from the healthy young and middle-aged population around the world. Each person only loses the equivalent of a few days of vitality, which is enough to restore you to your youth in your 20s."

"Not bragging?"

"If you don't mind, I can give you a seven-day trial period to restore you to the state before your body weakened."

Cen Wen pretended to look out the window.

"The vitality of the entire manor should be enough for you to last until then."

"Only seven days? Can't you smoke more?"

"If you smoke too much, the entire manor will be shut down and no one will maintain it. You don't want your good manor to become the source of supernatural stories overnight, right?" Apart from the owner, there are actually not many workers in the manor who can let the machines do the work. All the work is done by machines, and there are only a few positions that require people to do it. On the premise of not affecting the health of others, it can just restore a little health to the Marquise.

The Marquis's eyes burst with a strong desire to live.

"Okay, I'll do as you say, I want to experience it in these seven days."

"Okay, take a deep breath, stay calm, sit still and hold yourself tight and don't move around."

The Marquis immediately grasped the armrests of his wheelchair with both hands.

Then, she felt a strong life and death crisis, and a suffocating force was rushing into her body.

"Hold on, Your Excellency, your body is too weak. If you cannot hold on, the royal family will be in mourning."

Cen Wen's cool voice sounded in the ears of the dizzy Marquis, dispelling a little of her discomfort and cheering her up a little.

This process of making people extremely uncomfortable and possibly dying at any time before taking a breath was completely intentional by Cen Wen.

After all, after charging so much money, if you don’t have a full sense of experience, wouldn’t you think that getting back to health is a very simple thing?

Just kidding, Cen Wen can't be so kind.

After struggling for nearly an hour, the Marquis was sweating profusely and panting like an ox. At the same time, he also felt the long-lost health and abundant energy.

She took off her mask and breathed in the natural air.

Then, she neatly took off her life-support equipment, stood up on the ground, stamped her feet, and opened the secret door in the corner of the study with a look of joy.

Cen Wen followed curiously. Opposite was a small lounge with a bed, table and wardrobe.

The Marquis opened the wardrobe to reveal the large mirror inside, and moved his hands and feet widely in front of the mirror.

Couldn't be happier.

"Master Cen is indeed a master."

The Marquis looked through the mirror and saw Cen Wen standing at the secret door. He turned around with a happy face and a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Your Excellency, I would like to remind you that this is a seven-day experience, and you will get a little weaker each day until you return to the wheelchair on the seventh day, so make good use of your time."

"A little weaker for one day? Can't you just make me healthy for seven days?"

"Your body will lose health at a precipice, and your body functions will collapse, taking away your life in an instant." Cen Wen looked into the Marquis's eyes with a smile, "If you need this kind of experience, I can satisfy you, but I I can’t save you, so once I do, I will return home immediately, don’t drag me to watch you die.”

Even though Buchar is a powerful marquis in the Wanhua royal family, Cen Wen herself is not bad either. She certainly has no need to kowtow when facing the other party, and speaks directly when she has something to say.

The Marquise, who has been aloof since she was born, had really never spoken to her in this tone since she was a child. She was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and did not show any anger.

Compared with such an unpleasant tone, one's own life is more important.

"I understand. I won't embarrass you. I'll ask the butler to take you to the guest room. You've worked hard along the way. Have a good rest. If you need anything, just ask the butler."

"Okay, thank you sir."

Cen Wen turned around and went out to find the housekeeper, and got a large and sunny guest room.

She went out with her front foot, and her confidants who were waiting in other rooms came in with her back foot.

They groped around in every corner of the room, took out various small instruments, and directly connected them all to the optical brain on the big table in the corner of the study to analyze the data.

It didn't take long for preliminary results to come.

"Sir, the instrument did not detect any energy fluctuations."

"Then?"

"But we only monitored the few greetings she exchanged when she came in. There was no sound from the business behind her. She was wearing a mask, so the surveillance camera couldn't capture her front face and couldn't recognize her lip language."