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There was already someone waiting for Zhu Wei, who smiled and walked over to the sign with his name on it.

"Is it Mr. Zhu?" Seeing Zhu Wei walking towards him, Chen Kun, who was in charge of picking up people, hurriedly asked.

"I'm Zhu Wei. Zhu Wei nodded with a smile.

Chen Kun immediately introduced: "Oh, hello Mr. Zhu, Chen Kun is the assistant of Manager Liu, the head of Christie's Hong Kong branch, Manager Liu is going to meet a customer this afternoon, and he couldn't pick up Mr. Zhu in person, let me say sorry to you for him." ”

Zhu Wei waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I've made an appointment with Manager Liu to see you tomorrow, I'm in a hurry, I want to play in advance, I've heard that Hong Kong is a good place, I have long wanted to see it." ”

"Mr. Zhu, I've talked about it. Chen Kun smiled and took Zhu Wei's suitcase, "I'll send you to the hotel to put your luggage first, and then I'll take Mr. Zhu around." ”

"Good. Zhu Wei is looking forward to this, understanding Hong Kong's humanities and learning from Hong Kong's successful experience will better pave the way for the future of Daming.

With Chen Kun, a Hong Kong tour guide, Zhu Wei is very happy, such as Hong Kong's famous Kowloon, Causeway Bay and Wan Chai Pier, Hong Kong's prosperity is obvious, but for Hong Kong's high-density population, Zhu Wei smiled in his heart, and there should be no high-density residential population in the future Emperor Ming.

Large areas of green space, forests or parks should be reserved so that people feel like they are living in nature with the fragrance of nature, rather than in the disgusting and pungent smell of reinforced concrete.

Maybe that's one way to reduce the fast-paced stress of people's cities?

After wandering around for an afternoon, Zhu Wei told Chen Kun that he was tired, to be honest, he was tired, seeing the crowds crowded in such a small place, to be honest, Zhu Wei looked worried about them, maybe he stayed in Daming for a long time.

After Chen Kun sent Zhu Wei back to the hotel, he drove back.

……

Zhu Wei sits in a tourist restaurant on the top floor, and his head from the window allows him to see the night view of Hong Kong. The sky is full of fluorescent, the lights are brilliant, and I can't see the tide of the flow of people, and I only feel that I am in a much better mood and more freehand for a moment, as if Zhu Wei has seen the future of Zhongdu. It is inevitable that there will be many high-rise buildings, and it is a high win to win by taking quiet in the middle of noisy! How to build a beautiful metropolis?

How can we make people all over the world remember it and like it, and it is indeed a question worth pondering?

"Hey, pretty boy, alone?"

In contemplation, a beautiful voice came from Zhu Wei's side, and Zhu Wei turned his head to see that it was a tall woman with heavy makeup. Seeing that Zhu Wei turned to look at herself, the woman showed off her charm to the fullest, and at the same time threw her flattering eyes at Zhu Wei at any cost and was about to sit down.

Zhu Wei frowned, a trace of disgust welled up in his heart, and he said angrily: "There are people here." ”

"Ouch, pretty boy, I've been paying attention to you for a long time, don't you just want to have some fun when you come to Hong Kong alone......" The woman disagreed, and her hands and feet were even more debauched when she spoke, and her slender legs reached into Zhu Wei's thighs.

Zhu Wei's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, slowly put down the tea in his hand, took out a 500 yuan Hong Kong dollar and threw it on the table, got up and left the restaurant.

The woman quickly grabbed the 500 yuan bill, and looked at the back of Zhu Wei leaving with a sneer, a trace of cunning appeared on her face. He gestured to the waiter not far away, "waiter, Blue, mountain." ”

Zhu Wei returned to the hotel room, asked the front desk to deliver a Chinese meal, used the computer in the room to go to the Internet, read the news, and then washed and slept.

Early the next morning, Chen Kun came to the hotel, and after picking up Zhu Wei, he went to Christie's Hong Kong branch, the British auction house Christie (also known as "Christie's") Founded in 1766 by James Christie, a legendary founder, Christie made a name for himself around 1785 with a series of sensational auctions: first by auctioning off a large collection of precious paintings from the collection of an ace spy from the time of King Louis XV of France, and then by planning the auction of the jewels of a French noblewoman who was guillotined. This series of moves has made Christie's auction house a world civilization.

Here, Zhu Wei and Liu Haiping met, and soon Zhu Wei signed a contract to entrust Christie's to auction 500,000 Spanish gold coins, and at noon that day, Long Yi and the other three came to Christie's Hong Kong branch with gold coins, and these gold coins will be auctioned at the London club in two weeks.

After finishing the matter, Zhu Wei booked a ticket back to Lin City, but unexpectedly, Zhu Wei was kidnapped in broad daylight, and together with Chen Kun, he was tied into a gray room in an unknown place.

Facing the gun in the opponent's hand, Zhu Wei did not make any resistance, because Zhu Wei knew that the intelligence in his mobile phone would be reported to Ade on the Barefoot as soon as possible, as long as it dragged on for a while, they would arrive as soon as they arrived.

This time it was really careless, if only they hadn't been separated from Long Yi and them, but fortunately, these people just asked for money, and they didn't get money, and Zhu Wei's safety was still guaranteed.

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"Mainland boy, how is it? Have you figured it out? Do you want money or your life? To be honest, five million Chinese dollars is not much, and it is enough to buy your life. Opposite Zhu Wei, a fat black man leaned back in a chair, with a sneering smile on his face, the gun in his hand dangled in front of Zhu Wei, and he was holding a woman with heavy makeup beside him.

Only then did Zhu Wei discover that this woman was the dusty woman he had met in the tourist restaurant before. I thought to myself, it turned out to be this table, no wonder. However, seeing the black fat man in front of him showing off his martial arts, Zhu Wei couldn't help cursing in his heart: Grass and mud horse, you have the ability to put down the gun in your hand, I promise not to beat you Nima will not recognize it.

"Hee-hee...... Are you really going to ask for money or die?" the black fat man smiled strangely, and said to the dozen or so subordinates beside him: "Let the mainland boy try our novelty, and serve the punishment." ”

Speaking of a dozen people, a thin man walked out, speaking in a strange Cantonese: "Big guy, I wanted to see the effect." I saw that this person reached out from a suitcase with great excitement, carefully took out a syringe, looked at Zhu Wei insidiously, and slowly pushed the syringe in front of Zhu Wei, and a trace of transparent liquid sprayed out.

Zhu Wei secretly screamed in his heart, what the hell is this Nima?

"Mainland boy, I don't know what's inside, right?" the black fat man squinted his eyes and looked hideous, "The inside, a special medicine for death row prisoners in Cambodia, ensures that you want to die." ”

He didn't speak Chinese well, but Zhu Wei heard it, and he was a little nervous in his heart, could it be Bingdu, or some kind of psychotropic drug?

"Hee-hee-hee-hee......-hee-hee" The thin man took the needle and slowly walked towards Zhu Wei. Zhu Wei instinctively thought about the possibility of escaping, and there might be hope in the face of one or two guns, but there were fifteen people and more than a dozen guns here, and in a small space, the difficulty coefficient was not ordinarily high, and there was a high probability that they would die or die.

"Wait!"

When he saw that the needle was about to pierce his body, Zhu Wei shouted loudly: "I will give money! I will give money!!

But Nima's needle was inserted into his body, and Zhu Wei stared at him, and the one in his heart was angry! Lao Tzu promised to give money! Give !! give Nima's !!