Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

"Sorry, I only take cash!"

Chapter 9 The painting style changes suddenly!

"A certain treasure arrived, 1200 million US dollars..."

Holding the lottery ticket in his hand, Chen Man muttered and glanced at the girl opposite him, "I never knew that the Powerball lottery was fake. I always thought it was real."

"The lottery ticket is real, but the original owner thought he could escape the IRS's inspection and sold it to us for $1100 million... I suggest you go to Hawaii for a vacation. The ocean and the beach there are nice, and at least it's not cold at all!" The cigarette was relit, and the woman leaned back on the wide chair: "My name is Yelena, Yelena Benova.

The emerald you sold me will be of great use to me, and in return I tell you that old Jack has sent people to look for all the parties involved in the robbery."

“Hawaii’s ocean and beaches are indeed nice, but the best thing about it is the incidental income tax, which is the lowest among the 50 states!

Yelena Benova, do you have a Natalia Alianovna Romanova?"

Yelena's expression immediately changed.

She glanced coldly at the man in front of her.

His tone became particularly cold, and he put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray. "In Russian, Natalia is the same as Natasha! It's just that Natalia sounds a little complicated, so it's called Natasha!"

"I've learned something new!" Chen Man put away the lottery ticket in his hand, "Oh, now it's time to say goodbye! Good luck, ma'am!" Chen Man stood up and acted like a gentleman.

His huge body, as big as a mountain, looked out of place when he was performing that clumsy gentleman's greeting.

The door of the water and electricity room was closed.

Yelena's face also became completely gloomy.

The wall behind the door slowly opened to both sides. The tall woman leaned against the door frame. She lit a cigarette and handed it to Yelena, then lit another one for herself. As she puffed out smoke, the small room soon became pitch dark!

“Do you need us to sell this news?”

Yelena was in a state of hesitation.

After a moment, she shook her head.

"I don't think he will live long."

"But what if he survives?"

"Then at least, it wasn't us who betrayed him!"

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"How many died?"

"Fourteen!"

In the police car, two men were drinking coffee and chatting casually.

"Who did it?"

“Who knows, he’s just a cruel butcher.

The last pink-haired one to die had his entire head smashed open.

Can you guess what the murder weapon was?"

"Guitar?"

"Tsk tsk! In comparison, it's obvious that you are more perverted.

It’s a hammer with a conical tip, a very rare hammer.”

"Window-breaking hammer?"

"How do you know? You didn't do this, did you?" The man sitting in the driver's seat turned serious.

“Come on, if I do something, no one can shoot!

You know it!" The man in the passenger seat finished his coffee and took out an envelope from his arms. "This is for Anna. I promised to buy her a gift last time."

"If this money was earned by killing people, then I advise you to take it back."

"No, no, no, I got it from playing tennis."

"Really? Why don't I know what game it is? The Super Bowl?"

After hearing this, the policeman in the driver's seat took the envelope.

"Hahahaha, I'm fired, I accidentally stuck the tennis ball into my opponent's eye socket!

You know, it's not my fault, I really didn't mean to kill him."

The police rolled his eyes, but did not return the envelope. Instead, he put it in his arms and said, "Lester, if you have nothing to do, I suggest you return to the army or leave New York. Then you won't cause me any more trouble."

"Okay! After I finish this job, I'll leave that one.

I want to go to the grassland to hunt elephants!

But that costs money!

Lots and lots of money!" Lester opened the car door and said, "Take me up to see what kind of person this guy is.

Also, my name is Bullseye now!"

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Mrs. Stacey finished the complicated surgery.

She can get a commission of $1.3 for this operation.

In addition, taking into account various medical expenses, the cost of controlled psychiatric drugs, postoperative rehabilitation expenses, etc., she can get more than 2 US dollars in commission from this operation alone.

But, in the face of a multi-million dollar deficit in hospital bills.

The $2 is not even enough to pay the daily interest.

It's not that she can't perform surgery around the clock.

However, a certain damn union stipulates that a chief physician can only perform one operation per day, and the doctor’s rights must be guaranteed, otherwise the hospital will be fined extremely high.

Not even if it's voluntary.

For doctors.

An income of $2 a day can be considered very generous.

But for hospitals, this means that green dollars are flowing like water to unknown places.

As for doing it secretly... every surgery needs to be taxed. If you have a surgery and don't report it, the union will not bother you, but the IRS is different.

This is a paradox that cannot be circumvented.

Sitting behind the desk.

Fatigue and pain bloomed on Mrs. Stacy's face almost at the same time.

She now has some doubts as to whether she should not persist any longer.

She felt as if there was a mountain of pressure pressing down on her. As the date got closer, the deadline for the bank to grant the loan was also getting closer.

If an agreement is not reached with the bank within the deadline, or if enough money is not paid to repay the loan, the hospital and the shabby ambulance will become someone else's property.

However, after that she will be clear-minded and will no longer have any debts.

But that would also mean losing her hospital forever.

Opening a hospital here doesn't mean you can do so just because you have money.

There is something called a quota.

Many wealthy people want to open hospitals, but they don’t have the quota.

This is something that money can't buy.

Is this also the reason why Mrs. Stacy has persisted?

Her father had spent countless efforts to obtain this position.

Looking at the scalpel on the table.

Mrs. Stacy thought of the tough guy who had nothing to do with Yingjun but gave her a sense of security!

She chuckled.

That guy must still be a virgin.

At least he wasn't much of a kisser.

I bit my lips so hard that it hurt.

However, he should have left the United States by now!

Mrs. Stacy never intended for a murderous robber to keep her word.

However, that day was full of danger.

But it also made her unforgettable. Whenever she thought of it, she would feel extremely excited.

That day caused some ripples in her stagnant life.

He let out a long sigh.

She began to write her termination letter.

Laying off employees now is not harming them, but saving them. The hospital has purchased unemployment insurance for every employee. If the hospital is unable to pay compensation, the unemployment insurance will provide each employee with more than $20,000 in compensation.

If the hospital goes into bankruptcy liquidation, unemployment insurance will become invalid.

No one knows why, but it's written on the insurance policy.

This is why people hate insurance companies.

Flipping the envelope.

A light yellow cowhide envelope appeared in front of him.

This strange letter caught Mrs. Stacy's attention. Compared with the bank's collection letters, which were more and more severe in wording, this letter did not even have a sender.

There is only one name.

Mrs. Stacy received!

I opened the envelope and found only two pieces of paper inside.