Selected the second floor of the Ghost Den... Zhu Cong!
Possession!
"Whoosh!" A beam of light, invisible to others, appeared directly in the void. This light condensed into Zhu Cong's grinning face!
"Possession!"
Zhu Cong's light and shadow, like an eel, suddenly burrowed into Muhammad's head!
Soon, a huge human-shaped silhouette of light and shadow, like a wisp of smoke, floated into Muhammad's head!
"Well……"
Suddenly, Muhammad's body began to tremble, his eyes darted around, and he convulsed as if he were under a spell!
"Huh?" Several black bodyguards instinctively exclaimed in surprise.
"Please...don't panic...this is normal...please trust...me..." Gao Jianfei hurriedly reminded him.
"Everyone, there's no need to be nervous. Please listen to the Divine Healer. He is the most trusted doctor in the world, a second parent to us patients. I was cured of late-stage lung cancer by the Divine Healer, and Chief Mohammed's illness is no longer a problem!"
Harumi Yamaguchi chimed in. He, for his part, had an almost blind admiration for Gao Jianfei's medical skills. Now, whatever happened to Muhammad, Harumi Yamaguchi considered it normal and reasonable.
Several black bodyguards nodded and began to kneel down, performing a religious prayer ritual, chanting incantations and begging Allah to descend and protect Muhammad.
Muhammad paused for about two minutes before finally regaining his composure.
His forehead was covered in sweat, but his slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and he winked at Gao Jianfei, a mischievous and frivolous smile appearing on his lips!
Done!
At this moment, Zhu Cong is Muhammad! Muhammad is Zhu Cong!
Chapter 340 Composing and writing songs!
Chapter 340 Composing and writing songs!
Gao Jianfei used his first skill after becoming a Level 4 Exorcist... Intermediate Ghost Possession! As a result, the Level 2 ghost Zhu Cong successfully possessed the body of a sheikh in the United Arab Emirates, Mohammed!
Although it took a full 8,000 exorcism points to complete this possession, it was definitely worth it!
Firstly, as the ruler of one of the emirates in the UAE, Mohammed's net worth is almost comparable to that of the Yakuza. Currently, Gao Jianfei is extremely short of money and is worried about how to raise tens of billions of US dollars! Now, things are much better... money is basically no longer a problem! Gao Jianfei no longer needs to arrange to sell paintings or ginseng.
Secondly, Zhu Cong is a very clever and quick-witted person with a sharp mind and meticulous thinking. Having such a person assist you in the real world would undoubtedly be a great help!
Therefore, spending 8,000 exorcism points was definitely worth it!
"Please...don't speak...close your eyes and rest..." Gao Jianfei greeted Mohammed in broken English. Mohammed, uh, that is, Zhu Cong, had not only possessed Mohammed's body, but had also absorbed all of Mohammed's memories. In other words, once Zhu Cong recovered from his injuries, he would not only retain his martial arts skills, but would also be fluent in Chinese, Arabic, and English. Incredibly awesome.
Zhu Cong winked at Gao Jianfei again, then closed his eyes to rest. Gao Jianfei directly channeled a stream of pure true energy into Zhu Cong's body, nourishing his kidneys and liver.
Zhu Cong felt completely refreshed. He looked up at Gao Jianfei, his eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.
The needles have been inserted and the vital energy has been infused; today's treatment is now complete.
While Zhu Cong was resting with his eyes closed, Gao Jianfei treated Yamaguchi Haruko again.
An hour later, Zhu Cong slowly woke up. His previously withered, thin, and pale face had regained its rosy hue, and he seemed much more energetic. He spoke to his black bodyguards in affected English, “You all get out! This miracle doctor is simply a god who creates miracles! He is God incarnate! He is my savior! He is a noble friend of the entire Arab nation! I need to speak with him alone for a few minutes!”
Zhu Cong was already very eloquent, and now that he had absorbed Mohammed's memories and language, he was able to give orders to the black bodyguards in the same tone that Mohammed usually used.
The black bodyguards were extremely obedient and obediently withdrew.
Gao Jianfei knew that Zhu Cong wanted to have a private conversation with him, so he said to Yamaguchi Harumi, "Yamaguchi-kun, please excuse us for a moment. Next, I'm going to use my family's traditional healing method to perform a very effective, but also very dangerous, treatment on Mr. Mohammed! This treatment cannot be affected by anything in the slightest, so... um, please excuse us! And guard the outside and don't let anyone in!"
"Hi!" Yamaguchi Harumi also revered Gao Jianfei as a god, so he simply waved his hand, and all the Yamaguchi-gumi members in the room left in unison.
In the huge room, only Gao Jianfei and Zhu Cong remained.
"Hahahaha!" Zhu Cong suddenly chuckled, his expression extremely cheerful. "Xiao Gao, you're really something! You actually managed to get me such a body! Interesting, very interesting! Damn, it's a foreigner! How strange!" Zhu Cong started chatting with Gao Jianfei directly in Chinese.
The situation was bizarre. A guy dressed in typical Arab attire was chattering away in fluent Arabic, using a vulgar, street-smart accent. If other people heard him, they would probably stare in disbelief.
"How is it, Brother Zhu Cong? Is this body alright?" Gao Jianfei asked cheerfully.
"How wonderful! How wonderful! High position and great power! Fine clothes and sumptuous food! A life like an emperor! A harem of wives and concubines! All these are good, but... it's just that he's sickly, half-dead..." Zhu Cong looked at Gao Jianfei expectantly, "Little Gao, this will have to trouble your divine hands to treat him. Now, when treating your own people, use whatever methods work, don't hold back!"
"Haha! Brother Zhu Cong, I will naturally do my best to treat you. I said I would definitely guarantee you 30 years of life, so don't worry about it. Starting tomorrow, I will use the One-Finger Divine Skill to assist in the treatment of your illness!" Gao Jianfei said solemnly. "By the way, how much wealth do you currently control?"
"Assets? Well... countless! Let me calculate..." Zhu Cong frowned and thought for a while before saying, "Well, Xiao Gao, I'm the third richest of the seven sheikhs in the United Arab Emirates. I'm a big sports fan. I own a baseball team in Major League Baseball, and I bought Chelsea FC from the Russians last year in the English Premier League. I own several oil fields in the UAE, and I've established a fund whose total assets I can't even calculate myself. In addition, I've bought government bonds in some European countries, and I have stocks in the US and the EU. Uh... in real estate, I..."
Zhu Cong began to report to Gao Jianfei in a long, rambling manner.
"Stop! Stop! Hold on!" Gao Jianfei quickly interrupted. "I don't understand most of what you're saying. Funds, stocks, real estate—I've never touched any of that. Here's the thing: in less than a month, I'll be facing off against Chen Yifeng, the world's number one gambling king, in a bet that could bankrupt him! His assets are estimated to be around 50 billion US dollars. I only have about 10 billion on hand, so I'm short over 40 billion. My only question is, on the day of the match, can you provide me with over 40 billion in betting funds?"
"Ha! Xiao Gao, 40 billion? Are you kidding me? Most members of our Arab royal families have assets exceeding hundreds of billions of dollars. For example, a sheikh like me, if I didn't have a net worth of several hundred billion, would I dare call myself a sheikh? Hahaha!" Zhu Cong laughed loudly. "Several hundred billion is just a hair on my head! Xiao Gao, you can have it anytime!"
"Great! Now I don't need to focus on saving money anymore. I can concentrate on preparing for the match against Chen Yifeng! Also, I need to make the most of my time to learn new skills in various fields!"
Gao Jianfei patted Zhu Cong on the shoulder. "Yeah, your current look is way cooler than in 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes'!"
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Canada! Toronto!
The Song family mansion, the world's premier family of referees. Study!
It was still Song Qian, the current head of the Song family, William, the president of the World Gambling Association, Luo Yezi of the Qingcheng Sect, and Chen Yifeng, who gathered together to enjoy tea and hold a meeting.
"In less than a month, it will be the match between you, Yifeng, and Gao Jianfei. Our Qingcheng Sect Leader attaches great importance to this match. We hope that you, Yifeng, can live up to your boast and defeat Gao Jianfei at the betting table! Don't let our Qingcheng Sect down!" Luo Yezi said solemnly.
"Rest assured, Daoist Master, this competition not only concerns my personal reputation but also whether I can obtain the woman I desire... Song Ying! Haha! I will give it my all! Daoist Master, I will not underestimate my opponent; you need not worry about that. I will strategically despise my opponent while tactically taking them seriously." Chen Yifeng nodded calmly. His gaze also fell upon Song Qian. The subtext was... Old man, don't you want me to play with your granddaughter? Once I defeat Gao Jianfei, I can freely defile your granddaughter, Song Ying! Then, let's see if you can still hide her!
Song Qian glared at Chen Yifeng, annoyed. He rolled his eyes and said, "Yifeng, didn't Gao Jianfei threaten to gamble away all your assets? You should have taken stock of all your businesses and stocks by now, shouldn't you?"
"Hmph! Him? With hundreds of billions of dollars in assets under my control, what can Gao Jianfei possibly use to gamble against me? He's just affiliated with a few underground casinos, making a few hundred million RMB a month. What's that? Besides, I've been closely monitoring Gao Jianfei's every move in Japan. He hasn't made any stock investments, fund investments, or any venture capital investments whatsoever. He hasn't earned a single penny during this time! Isn't he a master painter? I haven't seen him hold any exhibitions to raise money... He's just a giant in words, a dwarf in deeds!"
"Hahaha! A giant in words, a dwarf in deeds?" The American, William, laughed as well. "Indeed, there are people in this world who are richer than Yi Feng, but from a purely personal perspective, there aren't many who are truly wealthier than him! Only some long-established families, royal families of various countries, the Yamaguchi-gumi, the Mafia, and Arab crown princes—these are the forces whose wealth can surpass Yi Feng's. I don't think Gao Jianfei will be able to raise enough gambling funds in a short time! He's just bragging."
The group of people then began to laugh and joke easily.
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Z country, D city!
Uncle Yao's villa.
Uncle Yao has been dead for some time now, and his adopted sons are currently extremely busy. On one hand, they are investigating the murderer of Uncle Yao, Hook-Nose; on the other hand, they are appeasing the restless underground forces in other parts of the city.
Therefore, in fact, Uncle Yao's villa had already been occupied by the cuckoo, and was occupied by a group of people from the Qingcheng Sect, as well as Feng Haoyu and others.
In the study.
Feng Haoyu sat in the spot his uncle used to love, toying with a solid gold fountain pen in his hand. He muttered to himself, "That Gao Jianfei is really interesting. He actually made a life-or-death bet with the world's number one gambling king a month from now. Interesting. This guy is something else."
"Heavy rain, Gao Jianfei, since you made a deal with him for the World Genius Challenge, why didn't you prepare properly? Instead, you went and gambled with someone else. It's truly... utterly laughable!" Chen Yishi, a master from the Kunlun Sect, also sighed with doubt.
"Anyway, the competition three months from now is my chance to prove myself to the world. I can only wish Gao Jianfei all the best and hope he can participate in the competition smoothly. In addition, all the preparations for this competition are proceeding at a rapid pace. I am certain that this competition will be no less exciting than any Olympic Games!" Feng Haoyu smiled.
"So, given the heavy rain, will you choose a domestic or foreign venue for the competition?" Chen Yishi asked.
"Yes, let's choose the capital of Z country!" Feng Haoyu seemed to have already made his decision.
…… …………
The capital of country Z!
Broadcasting Building!
The Capital Television Station Office!
The office was filled with many of the country's best TV hosts, as well as CEOs of well-known domestic companies, TV station directors, and high-ranking officials from the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television...
The office was packed with people.
Song Ying, an outstanding host at Beijing Television, is one of them. Today, Song Ying wore a beige business suit, her long hair tied up in a ponytail, and light makeup, radiating a strong intellectual beauty!
Song Ying held a notebook and a pen in her hand, taking meeting notes. However, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed across her face from time to time.
Song Ying was not in a good mood.
Originally, she was on vacation in Japan, spending time with her loved one, but was urgently summoned back to China by the television station. This return was to prepare for the Genius Challenge competition three months later. Song Ying was initially happy to host the competition herself. During the phone call, the television station director had made it quite clear to her… if she returned, she would be the main focus of the competition, serving as the number one host!
However, when Song Ying returned to the station, she discovered that things were not like that at all!
The Capital Radio and Television Building is already filled with TV hosts from local stations in other provinces and cities across the country, while hosts from other stations in the capital are also flocking here.
These hosts are mostly young and beautiful women, while there are relatively few male hosts.
Last night, the station director called Song Ying out for dinner and said earnestly, "Xiao Ying, originally, our station strongly recommended you to be the number one host for this competition, but... the leaders of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television have spoken. This time, all hosts from across the country will participate, and whoever is the most capable will get the position! In addition, some large domestic enterprises will also be sponsors of this competition, and they also have the right to recommend hosts. Hehe, the competition is fierce!" As he spoke, the station director gave Song Ying a meaningful look. "However, Xiao Ying, don't worry too much. Actually, you are very competitive! Director Shao of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television and I are alumni. If I put in a good word for you with him, then this time, it can basically guarantee that you will get the position..." As he spoke, the station director also extended his hand and shook Song Ying's hand without showing any emotion. "Xiao Ying, this is an opportunity that everyone wants to take. However, there is only one spot for the number one host... so everything depends on your own 'ability'."
The station director's hand had just touched the back of Song Ying's hand when Song Ying immediately withdrew her hand. As someone who was also part of the entertainment industry, she naturally understood what the station director meant!
It's obvious, the station director wants to sleep with Song Ying!
"Director! I understand what you mean. However, I don't think I need to use my body to gain this opportunity!" Song Ying felt nauseous and stood up abruptly. "Alright, Director, I have to go now."
The station director said with a forced smile, "Xiaoying, I know you come from a wealthy family and are not short of money. However, this is an opportunity to reach the pinnacle of your career. You can't miss this chance. Fine, go back and think it over carefully."
In the conference room, Song Ying recalled the station director's ugly face from yesterday, and then glanced at the fat, big-eared entrepreneurs and certain leaders from the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television whose eyes were darting around among the many beautiful female hosts. Song Ying knew that this time, becoming the number one host of the Genius Challenge was indeed... a very complicated matter!
But she was determined to fight for it!
This is a competition her lover is personally participating in, and she really wants to be the host of this competition! If this competition had nothing to do with Gao Jianfei, she wouldn't even bother to hold a meeting here!
Some of the young and beautiful female hosts were already flirting with certain high-ranking officials, whispering among themselves, and occasionally letting out coquettish laughter.
"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." Song Ying got up and left the meeting room. She went to the restroom, washed her face with cold water, and then, unable to resist thinking of Gao Jianfei, called him directly. Of course, Song Ying knew that Gao Jianfei was preparing for his match against Chen Yifeng, so she wouldn't tell him about these unpleasant things, lest he be distracted.
When Gao Jianfei received Song Ying's call, he was leaving the Yamaguchi-gumi villa, being driven home by Kagawa Masahiro.
"Hehe, Xiaoying? What's wrong? Why did you suddenly think of calling me?" Gao Jianfei answered the phone, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.
"What, I miss you, can't I call you?" Song Ying said coquettishly.
"Okay, call me! I was thinking of calling you too, but I've been a bit busy lately." Gao Jianfei laughed. "How's it going, Xiaoying? How's the preparation for the competition three months from now going? When you're hosting the show, please be objective. Don't deliberately favor me just because I'm your man, haha."
"Uh...hehe, Jianfei, I know." Song Ying just smiled, but her heart was firm...I must become the host of that competition! Even Jianfei firmly believes that I will become the number one host, how can I let him down?
The couple chatted idly for over half an hour until Gao Jianfei got off the bus and went home, at which point Song Ying finally hung up the phone.
During the day, Gao Jianfei didn't have much to do, except surf the internet and watch Korean and Japanese dramas with the women of the Emei Sect. He waited until nightfall, took a shower, and went to bed to rest. Around dawn, he checked his virtual screen and found his exorcism point had returned to "4509". He had originally planned to enter the ghost den and begin formally exorcising the ghosts of various masters, but considering that his exorcism points seemed to be fewer, he simply pulled the covers over his head and went to sleep.
On the second day, he went to treat Zhu Cong and Yamaguchi Haruko first. After returning home, he spent another uneventful day. In the early hours of that night, Gao Jianfei opened the virtual display screen again and scanned it. The exorcism point had returned to '9200'.
"Hmm, that's about right!"
With a thought, Gao Jianfei flashed into the ghost's den!