Shenhao: Gold Medal Investor

The little fat man's heart palpitated for a while, and he thought of some not-so-good things.

Just as he was about to close the rolled down car window again, a big hand wearing a black fingerless glove pressed hard on the car window.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Scarface pressed his body closer, gently touched the 't'-shaped logo on the steering wheel with his fingers, and said softly: "Pang Yuan, if you are so high-profile just after receiving the money, you are not afraid of buying a car with your life.

Do you enjoy it?"

The little fat man felt that cold sweat had soaked through his close-fitting clothes. Fortunately, the orange uniform of the power company was very thick and could help him demonstrate his embarrassment for the time being.

"You...you..."

Before the little fat man could finish his words, a delicate little pistol was pressed against his head.

Looking at Scarface again, his gloomy eyes were sweeping over him and looking towards the passenger seat.

This look in his eyes was clearly telling him to move to the passenger seat. The little fat man admired his own understanding. I was so smart that I could understand without saying a word. What was I thinking?

He wriggled his fat little butt and quickly sat in the driver's seat.

Scarface's hand just shook slightly, and the small pistol in his hand disappeared. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, a big hand strangled his neck from behind, and then, something cold was pressed against him.

neck.

You can tell without looking that it is a knife.

There is a person sitting in the back seat? When did this person get up? What a ghost.

The little fat man wanted to raise his hands to prove that he would not resist. But as soon as he moved his hands, the chill on his neck became even stronger. He was so frightened that he quickly returned to his motionless posture.

Scarface stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the car left the Anningli community again and headed towards the western suburbs.

The road became narrower and narrower as we walked, and the surrounding scenery looked very desolate. It had just rained in the city, and the narrow country roads were muddy.

Scarface drove the car very fast, bumping wildly on the muddy dirt road, which made the little fat man who didn't even have the keys to the car feel distressed. This is a brand new Tesla m3, and it's not an off-road motorcycle. Can you please slow down a bit?

Erkai?

Of course, in this case, the little fat man could think about it in his mind, but he would definitely not dare to say it out loud. Not to mention that he couldn't afford to offend the scar-faced man who was driving, and there was a knife pressed against his neck.

The car bumped for more than half an hour and finally reached its destination.

This is a car cemetery. Thousands of scrapped cars are piled up here. Most of the valuable parts on the cars have been completely removed. The headlights of each car are two black holes, like a pair of useless cars.

God's eyes were fixed on the Tesla passing in front of him.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this place is completely abandoned, with no administrators, no workers, and even rats are unwilling to live in such a place.

"Where is this? Why did you bring me here?"

No one answered the little fat man Pang Yuan's words. Only the knife on his neck tightened, making him silence immediately.

The car finally stopped.

"Get off the car." Scarface's tone was calm, but his tone was sinister.

The knife on his neck was released, and the little fat man was shaking all over. He pushed the door open and got out of the car tremblingly, not daring to look back at the man who kept pressing the knife on his neck.

Scarface stood five meters away with his back turned.

At this time, no one was forcing Pang Yuan to do anything. For a moment, he had the idea of ​​​​escape. But he only took one step forward and completely gave up the idea of ​​​​escape. His legs and feet were all weak.

Yes, now I can barely hold on to the car door and stand.

Run? Haha, I’m afraid I’ll fall down and be chewed on by a dog in the next second.

The man who pressed the knife on his neck finally got out of the back seat. He was taller, but not as burly as Scarface. His face was swollen, his eyes were droopy, but his eyes were sinister. This was the kind of man who

A naturally cruel and bloodthirsty killer.

The little fat man was shocked, his hair stood on end, and he didn't dare to look any further.

At this moment, the killer man spoke.

"Mr. Pang, if you don't want to race with bullets, then go over and talk."

In fact, the little fat man wanted to follow him when he got out of the car, but his legs were really weak and he couldn't walk. He gritted his teeth and moved over, and almost fell to his knees several times because his knees were weak. When he finally moved,

When he got behind Scarface, he finally couldn't help himself and fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

The killer man behind him had a sullen face, but he was suppressing laughter and feeling internal injuries. This little fat man was very courageous when he committed the crime. Why can't he walk easily now?

Before Scarface could kneel down firmly, the small pistol slipped into his hand again.

The crisp sound of bullets being loaded could be heard very clearly in the silent car cemetery, which made the little fat man want to urinate. He held it in for several times, but it still left a wet mark on his pants.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots were fired.

The little fat man quickly lowered his head to see where he was hit.

After searching for a long time, I found that except for my pants, which were completely wet, there was no pain anywhere on my body, and there was no blood seeping out of my clothes.

"Hahahaha..." Scarface laughed: "Okay, kid, stop looking, you're not dead. I just want to tell you that this is a very suitable place for killing. Here, you can fire as many shots as you like.

Someone will hear you."

"Whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything I know."

The little fat man's mind was very confused at this time. He couldn't even figure out the origin of the two people. Whether the person who gave him the money wanted to kill him or the person who had stolen the thing came to take revenge, he couldn't figure it out. He didn't dare to do it again.

Asking for the identity of the person who came here, answering all questions now should be the only way for him to save his life.

Scarface raised his foot and kicked the little fat man's lower back with contempt. The little fat man immediately straightened his back and prepared to answer the question.

The scarred face said in a cold tone: "Didn't I tell you? Don't spend this money within half a year. You are opening a bank account and buying a car. You are very arrogant."

The little fat man felt miserable. He did receive 800,000 yuan in cash via anonymous courier, but no one really told him that the money would not be spent until half a year later.

The little fat man cried and said: "Brother, I really don't know that this money can't be spent immediately. I really don't know. I can sell this car and I don't want the rest of the money. I will give it all back to you. As long as

Can you please let me go today?"

Scarface sneered: "It's impossible to let you go. I brought you here, of course, to kill you. The difference is just the difference between torturing you to death and giving you a good shot."

The little fat man's urine that he had held back with great willpower finally burst, and the liquid was released as quickly as water from a bursting dam, leaving a small circle of water marks on the ground where he was kneeling.

The killer man came over and whispered a few words to Scarface. Scarface walked away contemptuously.

The killer man knelt down and immediately showed a look of disgust. The smell of urine was so unpleasant.

After a while, the killer man stood up again, and Scarface came back. He kicked the little fat man who was kneeling in the urine, and gently scratched the little fat man's fleshy face with a small pistol, and pressed it against his

On the back of the neck. The little fat man wanted to pee again, but there was no more urine in his body.

The killer man standing not far away nodded and made an OK gesture with his hand. It seemed that everything was settled.

Scarface raised and lowered his gun, and the little fat man immediately jumped forward and fell to the ground.