Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 184 Blood Donation Station Coffin Building

At the end of March, my application to Harvard University was accepted.

Eulenka has officially secured her place at Harvard University and is expected to begin her studies around early September in the fall.

With Louis's help, Hayley bought a house nearby and enrolled in Lakeland High School. Due to her age, she is expected to go to MIT this year.

Five months later.

It's almost the end of August.

early morning.

In a plaza in Orlando, a large crowd gathered in front of a pristine white building. The crowd included people of all races: Black, White, Chinese…

Even class distinctions seem blurred.

You can see homeless people with nothing, people in suits wearing watches to tell the time, and ordinary housewives.

Regardless of their social class, those who come to this place all have only one purpose.

The white building slowly opened its doors, and a group of staff members wearing white coats with red crosses on their bodies began collecting information at a table.

"David Drayton, resident of Fruit Street, born in...no history of hereditary diseases...may I take a look at your driver's license?"

"Okay, registration complete. Please come in. Our staff will conduct a blood test for you. If there are no problems, you can officially donate blood."

The man named David Drayton nodded, then asked somewhat nervously, "Do you really get thirty dollars for donating blood here?"

As soon as the question was raised, everyone in the queue nearby quietly pricked up their ears and kept glancing over.

"You're mistaken," the staff member denied.

“Oh shit, I knew it, how could it possibly be ten dollars more expensive than other blood donation centers?”

"Fake? Damn it! You're fraudulent!"

"My children are waiting for today's food, and I don't have much money left..."

"..."

The crowd became somewhat restless.

At this point, the staff member said, "To be precise, the first blood donation costs $30. For each additional donation this month, the price increases by $10. You can donate plasma eight times a month, which means the highest price for a single donation is $100."

"Of course, these are the prices for blood plasma. If it's whole blood, then the price is $200 per dose."

"These are all genuine, and the settlement was made on the spot."

The staff member pointed to the bank next door.

Upon hearing these words, the people around looked at each other in surprise, followed by murmurs of discussion. Most of them wore expressions of delight, because the price was indeed very good.

The average monthly wage for working-class people is only 2,500 yuan. With the current wave of unemployment, many people's wages are not even 2,500 yuan. However, if you donate blood plasma eight times a month, that's 520 US dollars, which is enough to supplement your household income.

Many housewives and homeless people showed excitement, while only those well-dressed working-class people in suits were somewhat dissatisfied, but they did not leave the group.

Clearly, they also need this money.

"Great, it's actually true."

"Kano Company are really good people."

"I can buy the child an extra loaf of bread now."

"Phew... thank goodness for this organization, it seems we can handle any emergency."

"..."

As the crowds poured in, the staff inside the white building were also busy. Although drawing blood was not difficult, there were just too many people, so they naturally became busy in order to be efficient.

Fortunately, this wasn't their first time doing this. Although they were busy, they were organized and efficient.

Louis, who came to inspect the place, seemed very satisfied.

Beside Louis stood Arsène, dressed in a gentlemanly manner. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and asked, "Young Louis, what do you think of your second uncle's advice?"

Louis's lips never curled into a smile from beginning to end; he couldn't stop grinning. "Very good, excellent."

The wave of unemployment was more powerful than he had imagined.

Since the blood donation center was established in April, it has been packed every day, especially after the professional manager sent by the family implemented an upgraded marketing strategy.

In order to earn that much more money each month, these people became completely tied to his family's blood donation center, and the message spread wider and wider, attracting more and more people.

They had to build more blood donation centers. Now it's not just Orlando, but also Miami, city streets, suburbs, and the counties and towns below are all setting up Cano blood donation centers.

Louis used some of the blood he obtained to refine his essence blood and fill the Blood River Pearl. Now, the Blood River Pearl has been forcibly filled with the tenth layer of restrictions by this abundant blood, and he felt that if this continued, it would be too late.

This magical artifact might reach perfection even faster than his cultivation.

The remaining portion is processed into various blood products and sold to the outside world.

The targets of the sales are hospitals, health centers, and overseas, especially England, which is a major country with a blood shortage.

These are all key clients.

It is profitable every month.

Looking at these Americans with beaming faces, who even believed that the Carl Company was doing a good deed, Louis felt a pang of emotion.

Who says that a strong country means a rich people?

He thought it was just average.

It's not even as good as during the standoff. In developed countries, selling blood to support families is commonplace...

“The construction of blood donation centers can be paused for a while, and the construction should be slowed down,” Yasin suddenly said.

Louis's eyes flashed, and he nodded. He knew why. Although the unemployment wave was fierce, it had only just begun and had not yet fully expanded. It was a gradual process.

"Second Uncle, how is Grandfather doing?" Louis changed the subject.

Arsen paused, lit a cigarette, and said, "That building is almost finished, in the next couple of days. Louis, is what you said true?"

Louis smiled. "Of course."

Yassen took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

His eyes, sparkling like crystals behind his gold-rimmed glasses, said, "Good, very good."

"Can this ability be used on other people?"

Louis raised an eyebrow and looked at his second uncle. "Second uncle, it's possible, but are you sure?"

Arsen swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and smoke rings spread through the air. Louis waved his hand slightly, and all the smoke turned into a small ball, which was thrown outside.

He understood his second uncle's thoughts.

To be honest, Louis had already considered the purpose of this spell when it first appeared.

Throughout history, how many great figures have been limited by their lifespan?

Controlling one's lifespan is equivalent to acquiring a monopolized, extremely rare necessity. In this capitalist world, it's easy to use this to ascend to an extraordinary status.

but!

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

Leaving aside whether this mysterious power would provoke a backlash from forces like the church, the sheer size of the corporations and regulatory bodies alone would prevent the Kano family from enjoying this power exclusively.

Most importantly, this would expose Louis completely to the eyes of high society.

At that time, I'm afraid a lot of trouble will follow.

Arsen finally extinguished his cigarette. "Greed will lead Adam and Eve to be expelled from the Garden of Eden by God. It seems I have committed the most primal error."

It's normal to be blinded by greed; as long as you can calm down, it's fine.

"Little Louis, you can handle this yourself. These are not things I should be telling you."

Louis nodded.

At this moment, Yassen answered the phone, answered a few times, and then hung up. He looked at Louis and said, "Well, it seems we have to pause our conversation for now. The building you mentioned is already completed."

Building a coffin-shaped building in five months is quite fast, even unbelievable. Of course, this is mainly due to the power of money: three shifts, sufficient materials, and enough funding.

Under such circumstances, infrastructure construction can proceed rapidly.

However, when Louis arrived in Miami and saw the building, he suddenly realized why it had happened so quickly.

It turns out that only the main structure has been built; the rest of the decoration and other work hasn't been done yet!
Uncle Max, grandfather Carl, old butler Alfred, along with Louis and his second uncle, all stood here looking at the coffin-shaped building.

“Little Louis, what do you think would be a good use for this building?” Karl asked, leaning on his cane.

"How about using it as a budget apartment?"

"To help the poor, we only charge a low rent and provide certain benefits every month. The only requirement is that everyone must sign a voluntary agreement before entering," Louis said decisively.

"In addition, the elderly and seriously ill are not allowed to stay, and each person can only stay for a maximum of five years, after which they must leave."

To draw life, one must do so voluntarily, and since this is a risky endeavor, it is best for each person to draw as few lives as possible. That is why Louis established these rules.

Karl nodded, agreeing with Louis's idea.

It's best to treat this as a transaction; otherwise, if one obtains lifespan through deception, one will always feel that it deepens their sin.

In particular, he often communicated with Afu and had some belief in the Taoist concept of karma and the Buddhist concept of cause and effect.

Louis then took the things and went inside.

The practice of offering birthday wishes in a coffin is not simply about building a coffin room. That's just a folk custom born out of ignorance and misinformation. The real practice of offering birthday wishes in a coffin has many intricacies.

Following the instructions in the Golden Pages, Louis placed mirrors in suitable locations throughout the building, buried blood-stained paper slips with his grandfather's birth date and time written on them in various rooms, and ensured that none of the rooms in the building had thresholds...

After checking all the complicated rules and regulations and walking through the entire building, I finally understood the process.

Louis then came out and stood in a position that formed a triangle with the building.

Now, under the Spirit Eye Technique, the entire coffin building has changed. Strands of inexplicable suction are being generated, drawing some kind of force from the surrounding area.

This is feng shui.

This location was personally chosen by Louis.

It gathers and retains the vital energy of the wind, drawing upon the life force of the trees hidden within the lush parks and gardens around it...

"Feng shui, folk customs, using coffins to lock in lifespan, feng shui to nourish the body, contracts to draw life, extending lifespan by another twenty years!"

"If this were ancient times, wouldn't this be considered a minor act of defying the heavens?"

Louis muttered to himself, his head unconsciously turning towards the sky, watching to see if a bolt of lightning would strike him dead.

Going against the will of Heaven will always bring calamities from Heaven and man.

What changes will occur in this strange world?
(End of this chapter)