3921: C3921 Legend of Taking off One's Pants to Fart

C3921 Legend of Taking off One's Pants to Fart

2The hospital...

Booth Durut had opened his eyes.

"Dad, how are you? Is there anything wrong with it? " Willam Ms Du Lu asked anxiously.

Where is the discomfort?

Hehe...

You might not believe it, but I'm not feeling well right now.

However, none of this was important.

"How much did we lose?" Booth Durut leaned back against the armrest with his hands on the armrest.

"Over 26 billion!" "This is just the money we have."

"Including the losses of my other uncles, this time's losses are at least over 4 billion!"

4 billion?

The corner of Booth Durut's mouth twitched, and he felt a little dizzy.

It is true that the Durut family is one of the top ten families in the world.

Their assets exceed trillions.

But even so, the loss of $4 billion was not a small amount for them.

This was equivalent to their net profit of nearly half a year!

Now, only two days had passed.

And the reason for all this, Booth and the others, was precisely because of his misjudgement.

He was tricked by Qin Luo.

Thinking of this, Booth Durut wished he could tear Qin Luo into ten thousand pieces!

"Dad, you can't faint anymore." As if sensing that Booth Durut was in a bad mood, Willam'ms Duru quickly reminded him.

It didn't matter if they were unconscious or not. The important thing was that they would be in danger soon.

This time, the Du Family had suffered a terrible loss.

Those clan elders would definitely make a move. Booth Durut had a strong premonition that this time, it would be very difficult for him to overcome this crisis.

He would even lose his precious position of head of the family because of this.

In the future, he would have no one to rely on in front of Qin Luo.

"Whew ~"

Booth Trout let out a long breath and was about to speak.

However, in the next second, he was interrupted by the crisp sound of his cell phone ringing.

"Weng ~ Ding Ling Ling ~"

Willems Duroux picked up his cell phone and saw that it was Elvin's number.1

"Dad, it's Elvin's number." said Willems Durut.

Elvin.

Hehe...

The corner of Booth Durut's mouth twitched, and he silently closed his eyes.

"Just say that I'm unconscious..."

Before he closed his eyes, Booth Durut said.

Willems Durut: "…"

Nodding silently, Willems Durut pressed the answer button.

"How are you doing, Booth?"

Before Willems Durut could speak, Elvin's voice came on the line.

How is it?

He had fainted...

Taking a deep breath, Willam Ms Du Lu replied, "Second Uncle, it's me …"

"Oh, it's Willems. I'll give the phone to Booth. We need to talk to him about something." Elvin said heartily on the other end of the phone.

"Sorry, Second Uncle, my dad is unconscious right now, so I'm afraid he can't pick up the phone." said Willems Durut.

"Coma? "Really?"

"Well, the doctor said he had suffered too much. I'm afraid he needs to rest for two days."

"This is a big matter, we should come over immediately to take a look..."

"There's no need..."

"We're already at the hospital."

Willems Durut: "…"

They were all at the entrance of the hospital. What was the point of calling? Isn't it too much to take off my pants to fart?

You can just come in, can't you?

Silently putting down his phone, Willam Mi Du Lu's face became gloomy.

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