God of Rebirth Trader

Xiangjiang, a mansion halfway up the mountain.

Since Zhang Ziqiang has been on the road many times, he is already familiar with the road.

soon.

He came to the door of Lin's house and rang the doorbell.

At this time, Lin Jiacheng was already waiting in the living room.

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, Zhang Ziqiang walked into the door gracefully. He deliberately opened his jacket, revealing the bomb wrapped around him, and said:

"Mr. Lin, please call the police in your home."

Zhang Ziqiang was still not sure whether Lin Jiacheng had called the police, so he used this sentence to trick the other party.

Who would have thought that the "King of Thieves of the Century" does not have the abnormal appearance that most people imagine, but is instead the kind of middle-aged man who is inconspicuous among the crowd.

"People should not be judged by their appearance." Chen Weidong sighed in his heart.

Seeing that the other party actually came to "discuss business" with a bomb tied to his neck, Lin Jiacheng did not show the slightest fear, but smiled lightly:

“I have been in business all my life, and I don’t have any particularly successful experience, but I have a deep understanding that you must keep your word when doing things.”

"If Mr. Zhang doesn't believe this, I'll take you to see it."

After Zhang Ziqiang heard this, he smiled and said:

"He is indeed a wealthy man known throughout Hong Kong. There is no need to look at it. I believe Mr. Lin still has this reputation."

"But who is this?"

Just as Zhang Ziqiang was looking around, he soon spotted Chen Weidong lying on the sofa, and he immediately said vigilantly.

"Haha, this is a young man from my hometown."

Lin Jiacheng always kept a smile on his face, as if he was talking about something very common.

Zhang Ziqiang kept looking at Chen Weidong. Seeing that he was so young and obviously did not look like a policeman, he breathed a sigh of relief and said straight to the point:

"Okay, Mr. Lin, let's talk about the price. Two billion. I want old banknotes with non-consecutive numbers."

"This is impossible. Even if I withdraw money from dozens of banks in Hong Kong for three consecutive days at the same time, it is impossible to withdraw so much cash."

Lin Jiacheng thought for a moment and answered seriously.

"Indeed, and you can't write a check. Even if you do, you can't go to the bank to exchange it."

Chen Weidong crossed his arms, leaned on the sofa and looked at Zhang Ziqiang with interest, nodded slightly and agreed.

After all, isn’t taking a check to withdraw this kind of money the same as throwing yourself into a trap?

Hearing what the two people said, Zhang Ziqiang's face felt a little resentful. He didn't know what to do for a moment. He didn't want to attract attention, and he couldn't wait here for three days.

Just when Zhang Ziqiang was confused, Lin Jiacheng slowly spoke again:

"I am anxious to get my son home, and you are also anxious to get the money."

Let’s do this, I’ll find a way to get 600 million in cash for you before it gets dark tomorrow, and I’ll make sure it’s all old banknotes with non-consecutive numbers, how about that?”

Hearing the condition proposed by Lin Jiacheng, Zhang Ziqiang's expression froze, and his mind fell into a brief contemplation. Then he shook his head and said:

"Six hundred million. This number sounds a bit too thin. I don't feel comfortable with it. Let's do it like this, one billion...38 million!"

"Okay, you can come and get the money tomorrow."

When Lin Jiacheng heard this number, his heart did not waver. When he got up, he stepped on the steps and went upstairs to rest.

"Wait a moment."

"what happened again?"

"I can't collect this much money by myself, and the target is too big. If Mr. Lin doesn't mind it, I will stay here and send someone to take away a batch when I get it."

Zhang Ziqiang suggested.

"Whatever you want, Xiao Chen, just help me entertain Mr. Zhang. I'm tired."

After Lin Jiacheng finished speaking, he went upstairs on his own.

Suddenly, only Chen Weidong and Zhang Ziqiang were left in the living room, looking at each other.

Chen Weidong saw this middle-aged man's naughty look, smiled, gave him a thumbs up, and said:

"Brother Qiang, you are awesome, rob the rich and give to the poor!"

"Hey, kid, don't you feel bad for your uncle's loss of one billion?"

Zhang Ziqiang's eyes widened and he was so surprised. He had never seen anyone lose so much money and still laugh.

"Hey, this little money is nothing to my uncle."

Chen Weidong was lying on the sofa, spreading his arms wildly and kicking his legs on the coffee table. He looked like a bastard, very much like his second generation ancestor.

Zhang Ziqiang was originally a person at the bottom of society, and he felt uncomfortable talking to rich people like Lin Jiacheng. Now that he saw Chen Weidong's "down-to-earth" attitude, he suddenly felt "unkind".

Soon, the two started chatting enthusiastically.

…

The sky is getting dark.

Tsim Sha Tsui, an intersection in Oilfield Village.

Several trucks were driving on the bumpy dirt road, their rumbling engines and whistles ringing through the entire village from time to time.

A man wearing a white safety helmet who looked like a supervisor was holding a walkie-talkie and constantly directing large trucks filled with sand and gravel to unload at different locations.

Deep in the village, a dilapidated house was filled with laughter and laughter.

Several kidnappers were extremely excited and were discussing how to spend money in the future.

Because they had just received a call from "Brother Qiang", saying that everything was going well and that the Lin family was urgently raising ransom.

It won't take long for them to get one billion in cash, a huge amount of wealth that they will never be able to spend in their lifetime.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

“This time I can go back to my hometown and build a house in glory!”

Just when everyone was getting carried away, several piercing whistles were faintly heard in the distance.

beep…

Toot…

"What's going on?! Why is it so noisy?"

When they heard the truck's whistle, everyone immediately became nervous.

A member named Xiao Ma smiled and explained: "Brother Xun, construction started at a nearby construction site two days ago. No need to make a fuss."

"Two days ago?....Okay."

"Brother Xun" originally had some doubts in his mind, but when Xiao Ma said that the project started two days ago, he felt relieved. It seemed that he had been worrying too much.

One of the kidnappers danced excitedly, patted the iron cage and said:

"Mr. Lin, your dad is really an amazing person!"

"Ha ha......"

These words immediately caused all the robbers to laugh wildly.

The man in the cage huddled in the corner and said nothing. He didn't expect that his father actually paid one billion to redeem him. If this was spread, it would definitely shock the world...

At the same time, outside the village.

Countless agile black shadows were quickly approaching this dilapidated building.

"Is the news reliable?"

The leading man confirmed again.

"Absolutely reliable, Sir Zhou."

"That person knows everything about the mainland capital and won't lie to us on this matter."

Next to him was a middle-aged man in casual clothes, holding a pistol tightly and speaking in a low voice.

"That's fine."

The leading man nodded slightly. This time they escaped without the order of their superiors. If they did not make any achievements, they would definitely be dismissed from their posts when they returned.

The one who spoke was Zhou Xingcheng, the elite instructor of the Flying Tigers.

Just a few days ago, Officer Huang from the Xisha Branch secretly came to him and told him the shocking news.

Zhou Xingcheng was shocked.

I didn’t expect that in today’s legal society, there would still be people who would dare to be so outrageous.

But I dare not report it casually, because the person involved is the richest man in Hong Kong!