Zhang San lay on the bed, thinking about whether the trouble was over, and he could finally make money quietly? Not to mention other shares, the 60,000 dividends of the reverse growth agent every day always came to report on time, but here he was just pocket money.

For the profit sharing of visual imaging foil, if he withdraws cash at the end of the month, he will receive at least 700 million.

700 million, Zhang San doesn't know how to spend it.

So, what if the Dongfang disciples know that the so-called loss is actually a big profit, will they be able to bear it?

Does the title of deacon work? Zhang San suddenly felt a little uncertain.

Anyway, it's boring, give it a try.

He picked up his mobile phone and dialed Dongfang Lin's number.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?" Dongfang Lin's lazy tone seemed to be quite far from his mouth. Zhang San could imagine that the other party probably had a disgusted expression.

"20 million things, we ......"

"Don't take an inch, count me wrong, Hugh will tease me. Dongfang Lin's voice became louder.

"Really? no longer pursue the delay of 5 million a week?"

"Mr. Zhang, misunderstanding. Isn't it okay for Lao Tzu to apologize to you?!" Zhang San heard the sound of Dongfang Lin leaning heavily on the back of the chair, and there was a "bang", and it was estimated that his feet were resting on the table.

"That's good. Dongfang Lin can admit his mistake, and it seems that he is really calm. Zhang San then asked: "Will the Western countries come to this set?"

"Damn, are you finished? Deacon is amazing?! Lao Tzu didn't take a penny from you, nor did he poke you on the head. Your future affairs, take care of Lao Tzu's. Dongfang Lin almost shouted, and then hung up the phone.

Zhang San assessed that the things that the deacon could directly reflect to the upper echelons should be true, otherwise Dongfang Lin would not give up, and he could admit his mistakes on the surface. But there is no imaginary bullishness, which can be seen from this guy's scolding attitude.

There may only be those pseudo-charitable beggars in the back, and they are not afraid of this, there are bodyguards here, which is enough to deal with.

Zhang San's heart finally settled down. 700 million dividends, 60,000 pocket money per day...... Lao Tzu Zhang San is losing four things...... No, it's five things that have finally reached the point of success.

"If you go and buy an island, you can avoid most of the trouble. Xiao Ming in his heart came up with an idea vividly, "Buy another helicopter, buy a yacht......

"You think beautifully, it's too cold. Xiaobai still poured cold water.

"Aren't there bodyguards? There are more than 20 people, and they won't be deserted......

"You want to be beautiful, Zhang San and they are in an employment relationship. ”

"Then go back to your hometown and recruit some villagers, and you want to be rooted. Zhang San became the chief of the island......"

"You think beautifully, the villagers grow rice on the island?"

"Zhang San has money and builds an ideal pure land. They can talk, they can protect, and they can teach them to sing...... After that, there will be a concert at the entrance of the village every night, and those who come will be subsidized......"

"You think beautifully, I'm tired of listening to it after a month, everyone below is sad, can Zhang San sing beautifully?"

"After every song is sung, I will scatter coins......"

……

Zhang San didn't bother to pay attention to the fantasies of the two villains, stood up, opened the five fingers of his left hand, and combed his bangs. Why is it that you are famous, but you can't be happy?

Could it be Zhao Cong's reason? This guy, now I hope he's okay.

Maybe it's because I've been through so much during this time......

Hearing the voice of the bodyguard downstairs slowly dimming, I knew that it was already late at night. He couldn't sleep for a long time, and he couldn't think of what he was anxious about.

I don't know what time it took me to fall asleep in a daze, and I heard a voice downstairs in a trance. He turned over and reminded himself inwardly that there were bodyguards and that he had to get used to this life.

But it was also mixed with a deliberately suppressed voice, which could not be heard really.

“…… Tie up ...... Drag it over ......"

Zhang Santeng sat up, someone broke in, walked quickly to the door, and put his ear to the door. Sure enough, there was the sound of footsteps coming upstairs.

"Brother Long said, if you can, don't hurt him, try not to hurt him. But if you dare to call ......"

Listen to footsteps, there are several. Zhang San locked the door and retreated to the side of the bed. The drowsiness is long gone, and my thoughts are racing.

"The underworld is coming. What's the matter, isn't there an alarm in every villa, so easy to crack?"

He took out his phone, and the only thing that could help him was poinsettias. I went out with the big head today and forgot to ask for his number. But that fierce woman, who is on the third watch in the middle of the night, can she come to save herself?!

The gang of "Psychede/Drug Preparation ......" had arrived at the door.

No wonder Zhou Biao didn't react, it turned out that they were overturned by the drug.

Zhang San picked up a thin quilt and put it on his head, opened Poinsettia's WeChat, and directly clicked on the call function. "Dut...... Toot ......"

The waiting sound, which was originally two beats, sounded as long as eight beats at this time!"Beauty, you must wake up!" Zhang San kept blessing.

"The master bedroom seems to have a bathroom, will our drug/drug blow directly into the toilet?"

"Then let's bang on the door, prepare!"

"Silly, if three people push together, the sound will be quieter. The door in the room is only for privacy, and it is not very strong. Come, one, two, three......"

Zhang San had no choice but to hang up the voice communication and change it to a message: "Teacher Poinsettia, help! A robber has entered the house." ”

The outside was pushed a few times, the wood on which the lock was installed on the door frame was torn, and several figures poured in.

Zhang San hugged the quilt on his chest, hoping that they would be good at talking, not shouting, and merciful.

"Brother Long said, be honest! Go and gather downstairs. The three of them held bright machetes and motioned for Zhang San to go ahead.

The lights in the villa have been turned on and a faint smell of ammonia can be smelled on the stairs.

Could it be that Zhao Cong has suffered the same way? Now he is tied up by them somewhere, and he is transferring 60,000 yuan a day.

Wouldn't he become a human ATM? Zhang San suddenly felt that his feet were weak.

Maybe it's Dongfang Lin's secret means, otherwise, how can the so-called Brother Long easily avoid the villa's alarm system?

No matter how much Zhang San thought about it, it was useless, in the hall, Zhou Biao and the four people were still in a coma, and everyone was tied up strongly. There was also a person with a knife on the side who watched intently, and even Zhang San went downstairs without looking back.

Very professional kidnappers. Zhang San's heart fell into the abyss.

Unexpectedly, he would be killed by money.

"Brother Long, everyone has been arrested. This guy should be Mr. Zhang. The subordinate reported to a thin young man sitting on the couch.

Behind the sofa, there were two people standing, a man and a woman. The man's foot is 1.9 meters, and his burly figure has bulging muscles, but he can only stand behind the sofa like a bodyguard.

The woman tied a ponytail, lowered her head at this time, and whispered a few words beside Brother Long.

Brother Long leaned back, leaned back comfortably, cocked Erlang's legs, turned the dagger like a pen in his right hand, and stared at Zhang San without speaking.

The villa was silent, and Zhang San could hear the slight snoring of the bodyguard in a coma.

Zhang San had never seen such a formation? More than a dozen kidnappers in the hall were all holding murder weapons, staring at him like wolves. The wind blew in through the living room window, and the curtains shook like ghosts.

"Brother Long said, how much is it worth?" the female kidnapper spoke first.