In the afternoon, the Brooklyn Police Department.

Matthew walked out of the director's office and nodded at the king.

Wang gradually patted Lily on the shoulder, stood up, and walked into the director's office.

"Does Mr. Wang really want to donate $500,000 each to the Brooklyn and Bronx Police Guilds?" asked a middle-aged white man dressed as a police officer, with a smile on his face.

"Yes. Wang gradually didn't have the heart to go around in circles with the other party, and said directly: "My request is very simple, I personally propose a reward, as long as Jean can come back." ”

"During this period, I hope that the Brooklyn and Bronx police departments will be more lenient with some things and not react too quickly. ”

The two directors looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

In other words, you only need to maintain the usual law and order in the Bronx and Brooklyn to get this money.

After seeing that the other party agreed, Wang gradually left two checks and turned to leave.

After that, he pulled Lily into the car and went to the downstairs of the most famous radio station in New York.

After receiving the $100,000 check from Wang, the African-American radio manager respectfully invited Wang and Lily into the broadcast studio.

"You two are so discerning, most of the Niggers in the Bronx will listen to our station, and your news will be known soon. ”

Wang gradually sat in front of the radio station, looked at Lily's back, and sighed quietly in his heart

Then, he pressed the play button and motioned for Lily to speak.

......

Bronx, a basement.

A young black man is feeding a blindfolded Jean pizza.

"Your mother is so nice, she is with a rich man. He sighed as he fed, "Why can't my mother?"

"What your mother, the big bucket?" one of his companions scoffed.

He turned on the radio casually, wanting to listen to a heartwarming song to relieve his psychological shadow.

"We're offering a $1,000,000 bounty if we can bring Jean back safely. ”

"Whoever completes the task gets the money. ”

After that, the radio began to show the time of Jean's abduction, as well as his physical characteristics.

"Didn't we call that Asian for $500,000 the first time?" he asked, looking at his companion, a little confused.

"Uh," the companion scratched his head, puzzled, "maybe the young billionaire used the ransom to show his love to his lover?"

At this time, the pigtailed man and Al opened the door and came back from outside.

Ever since Al confessed to Lily and Wang, he had become a high-ranking member of the small gang.

"What are you yelling about?" cried the pigtailed man.

"Ha, boss, that young billionaire took the initiative to raise the ransom. ”

Well?

The pigtailed man followed his fingers and looked at the tape recorder.

"Whoever completes the task gets the money. ”

what？

The man with dirty pigtails was stunned at first, and then immediately shocked.

The Bronx is full of gangs, and $1 million is enough to drive any outlaw crazy.

"Have any of you ever told anyone that we kidnapped this child?" the pigtailed man asked aloud as he thought of this.

Belch...

Everyone in the basement looked at me, I looked at you, and they all raised their hands.

Fuck, sure enough, getting Nigger to keep it a secret is something completely impossible.

Your own gang is not the strongest gang, so...

The pigtailed man thought of what could be terrible and slapped Al in the face.

"Didn't you say that the rich Chinese are timid and will be obedient?"

"I... I do not know. Al touched his mouth and snorted.

"Boss, it's a big deal that we won't blackmail this kid in the future, and just send this kid back in exchange for a $1 million bounty, right?"

The pigtailed man thought about it and nodded.

After all, I only wanted $300,000 at first.

But the words under the radio directly interrupted his reverie, and even made the atmosphere in the basement weird.

"If you can hand over the main messenger to the police, you will receive an additional $500,000 bounty. ”

"I have a cashier's check from Citibank here, which can be withdrawn at any time. ”

Well?

The pigtailed man looked at his subordinates and unconsciously pressed the pistol on his waist.

The pigtailed man pointed directly at Al, "He's the mastermind, not me!"

At this time, the door of the basement was knocked on with a bang.

"We're brothers of the Cripples, can we open the door?"

......

At this time, the office building of NBC.

The legendary journalist who covered the Watergate scandal, Bob?? Woodward sat in his office chair and watched the report on Wang.

"Jobs, Bill?? Gates and Wang?" he took a sip of his coffee, "If the heat is a little higher, you can open a special report to analyze whether Wang is a writer or a capitalist." ”

"Mr. Wood. "The head of a news section ran into the office out of breath without even knocking on the door.

Wood didn't mind that, because he always believed that news was more timely than anything else, let alone these inexplicable rules.

"What's the matter?" he asked, looking at the other man in a serious tone.

"There are sky-high bounties in Brooklyn and the Bronx, with a total value of up to $1.5 million!"

Well?

Is there anyone in New York who doesn't love money, aside from the writer community?

Wood sensitively felt that this was a very big news hotspot.

He took the document and looked at it, and immediately looked up in surprise.

"This bounty was issued by Wang and jointly guaranteed by the Brooklyn and Bronx District Police Departments?"

"Yes. The reporter gasped and replied, "Now the Bronx is crazy, and the gangs are looking for this boy named Jean." ”

"Are there any casualties?" Wood's voice began to be excited, his eyes fixed on the other.

"Yes, it is said that in a basement, several African-American gang members were shot and killed. ”

This...

It's just great!

Wood gulped down his coffee and began to sort through the papers on the table.

If Wang gradually was here, he would definitely be surprised to find that someone knew so much about his finances.

"I started with "I Am the Archmage" to grab the first pot of gold, and then started a website and set up Twitter. ”

"Ha, Wang is already a capitalist!"

"Mr. Wood, who are you?" The reporter watched the other party look from a gentleman to a mad man.

"Hehe, nothing. Wood smiled and shook his head, "Nixon can't stand the collapse of his public image, Wang, can you?"

He picked up the phone and dialed the deputy director, "I think the time has come." ”

"Yes, we are going to open a special program to analyze the investment status of the most topical best-sellers. ”

"Yes. He smiled and nodded, "Be a role model for many writers." ”

"I just don't know if those writers are willing to learn?"

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