God of Rebirth Trader

Take advantage of the night.

Under cover of the sound of trucks.

Dozens of members of the Flying Tigers quietly gathered around...

Villa halfway up the mountain.

From eating, drinking, having fun, to experiencing foreign countries, Chen Weidong has it all at his fingertips.

Talk freely.

The rich experience opened Zhang Ziqiang's horizons and made him regret that it was too late to meet him.

Zhang Ziqiang was very envious and secretly surprised that these rich people really knew a lot.

In comparison, I feel like a country bumpkin nouveau riche. It seems that I will have to learn more in the future.

The two of them went around in a circle and couldn't help but talk about money.

Zhang Ziqiang's hands were itchy and he couldn't help but excitedly invited: "Brother Chen, after this matter is over, are you interested in going to Macau with me to play some games?"

"Gambling for money? I'm not interested. It's too slow to make money."

Chen Weidong peeled a banana, took a bite, shook his head and said.

In his opinion, the games on the gambling table are nothing compared to the battles in the financial market.

Whether it is the psychological tension and excitement or the return on money, they are far inferior.

What's more, in this golden age, there are countless profitable industries that can make money faster than gambling.

As long as you choose the right industry, getting rich quickly is not a problem.

Why bother being a fat sheep at the card table?

In history, after Zhang Ziqiang successfully obtained one billion, Lin Jiacheng once persuaded him to do some serious business.

However, Zhang Ziqiang did not take it seriously, even disdainfully, and instead took the money and went to Macau.

Naturally, the result was a total loss.

Not only that, but he also offended a certain big shot in Xiangjiang at that time, laying hidden dangers for subsequent arrests.

When Zhang Ziqiang saw Chen Weidong's appearance, he obviously had a better way to make a fortune. He suddenly felt itchy and wanted to ask what happened, but he heard a few electronic sounds suddenly coming...

Didi...

Didi didi....

As the sound continued, Zhang Ziqiang's expression changed slightly, and he just stared at Chen Weidong quietly.

The atmosphere in the living room also became more solid.

Chen Weidong touched his pocket, took out an old-fashioned mobile phone, smiled awkwardly at Zhang Ziqiang, and said:

"Brother Qiang, I'm sorry, it's my third uncle who called."

After saying it, he didn’t shy away from it either.

Pull out the antenna directly and turn on the hands-free.

Uncle San's voice immediately came from the phone.

"Hey, Ah Wei, have you borrowed the money?"

"Not yet, but I think it will be soon. What about you?"

"Haha, I've already borrowed it, everything goes well."

"Okay, I'll come over later."

...

After hanging up the phone, Chen Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Uncle San has succeeded.

Zhou Xingcheng is a well-known sharpshooter in the province, Hong Kong and Macao. With him leading the team, it is not easy to deal with a few petty thieves.

I only chose him considering the success rate.

Success depends on people, and planning depends on heaven.

If all this fails, Chen Weidong will have no choice but to admit defeat.

Think of this.

Chen Weidong did not write any ink, swept away his previous cynicism, stood up and said loudly:

"Brother Qiang, my third uncle has borrowed the money, and I'm ready to leave."

"Ah? So fast?"

Zhang Ziqiang felt a little regretful that he had finally met someone with whom he had similar odors and wanted to continue chatting, but he didn't expect the other person to say he was leaving so soon.

"Well, yes, good luck to you too."

Chen Weidong smiled.

The purpose of this trip has been achieved, so there is no need for him to stay here any longer.

After saying a few polite words, he left the villa without any hesitation.

This crisp and neat look made Zhang Ziqiang hesitate to speak.

In the end, he was not forced to keep him.

In the living room.

Several night lights emitted a dim fluorescent glow.

Zhang Ziqiang was lying on the sofa, thinking about it, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't place it for a while.

Thinking of Chen Weidong's hurried appearance before leaving, a bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

He stood up suddenly, stood in the living room and shouted:

"anyone there?"

"Butler? Is Mr. Lin here?"

...

The entire villa was eerily quiet, with no one responding, and only the dim lights telling the depth of the night.

Zhang Ziqiang's expression changed drastically, and he hurried upstairs and searched all the rooms, only to find that they were all empty.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number...

"Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment, please call again later..."

A moment.

Zhang Ziqiang was so frightened that cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Without any time to think about it, he quickly rushed out of the door.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Before Zhang Ziqiang could run far away, two sniper bullets were fired at his feet.

Stop hastily.

More than a dozen bright lights swept over him instantly, illuminating the area he was in like daylight.

"Put your hands up right now, or you'll be shot!"

"Don't act rashly!"

...

Dozens of police cars, hundreds of police officers, including reporters and paparazzi from all over Hong Kong, all came after receiving the news.

It's shocking news, who doesn't want to get some attention? Or, show your face?

From now on, when you go out and brag with others, it will be a kind of capital.

Zhang Ziqiang hurriedly looked around and found that he was surrounded by water. He cursed angrily:

"Damn, these rich people are really insidious, they don't have any integrity in their mouths, they are all tricks..."

Seeing that there was no possibility of escape, Zhang Ziqiang had no choice but to raise his hands...

You mean detonating a bomb?

Haha, you can only blow yourself up.

...

Two o'clock in the morning.

Lin Jiacheng finally led the convoy back to the villa halfway up the mountain.

Along with them, there were Chen Weidong, his third uncle Chen Jie, and the shocked Young Master of the Lin family.

Survival.

Lin Zeju was still frightened by the kidnapping incident. He asked excitedly: "Mr. Chen, how did you rescue me?"

Lin Zeju only remembered that he was locked in an iron cage and there was a sudden loud bang.

Several members of the Flying Tigers broke through the door instantly.

The whole process was so thrilling that he thought he was going to be ripped off.

As a result, all the kidnappers were quickly killed before they could react, and no one escaped.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What surprised him most was that the Xiangjiang police were able to accurately find the specific location where he was imprisoned only two hours after he was kidnapped. This is amazing.

According to his understanding, the Xiangjiang police should not be of this level. Otherwise, how could they have been disgraced by Zhang Ziqiang many times before?

When the job was done, Chen Weidong was in a good mood and briefly explained the planning process to everyone.

Among them, the most important point is, where did the news come from? How did you know the prison location?

He didn't say much about these, and even deliberately avoided them.

Everyone here is smart, and no one is stupid enough to get to the bottom of it.

After hearing this, Mr. Lin held Chen Weidong's hand and said with great gratitude: "Thank you very much. Don't worry, Mr. Chen. You saved me, and my father will definitely repay you."

"Mr. Chen, thank you for saving Quan Zi! If you have any requirements, just put them forward. As long as I can meet them, I can consider them."

Lin Jiacheng also stood up and expressed his stance immediately.

What I want is your words.

Chen Weidong felt happy and immediately said:

"I save people for money, and I don't deny this. Zhang Ziqiang asked you for one billion, and I want five hundred million, which is not much, right?"

"that's all?"

Lin Jiacheng and Lin Zeju were both a little surprised. They didn't expect that the other party only wanted 500 million. Don't most people have to ask for such an opportunity?

"Haha, am I asking for too little? If Mr. Lin insists on giving me one billion, I won't mind."

Chen Weidong joked with a smile.

What no one expected was that Lin Jiacheng listened and said seriously:

"Yes, Mr. Chen, I can give you one billion, because this is nothing compared to my son's life."

"You also risked your life to save my son. I am very touched. This friendship cannot be measured by money. If you need anything in the future, you can contact me at any time."

After saying that, Lin Jiacheng immediately took out a stack of checkbooks, wrote down the amount of one billion on it with a pen, and handed it to Chen Weidong.

Chen Weidong took the check calmly, without any nostalgia for the number on it, and handed it to his third uncle Chen Jie next to him.

When the third uncle received a check worth one billion, he was no longer so calm. He felt so happy that his face was even distorted with excitement.

If it weren't for the fact that I was in front of outsiders, I would probably have yelled.

Lin Jiacheng saw the actions of the two men, and couldn't help but secretly said that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.

Although the young man in front of him is young, he is much stronger than his third uncle.