On the 10-meter-high rooftop, there was a loud laugh from the emir: "Who knows if it's true or not, and how can I take the cash?" ”

He mixed English and spoke strange Chinese.

Chen Yi, who was holding the intellectual scroll and listening to the scroll, said calmly: "I can prepare a plane for you." ”

"I'll talk about it when I see it. Call your adults to speak. "The emir was a little tempted, and even admitted the identity of the kidnapper in disguise. If there were planes, they might be able to escape. Of course, take the little girl with you on the plane.

"I'm in charge here." Chen Yi's tone was unusually affirmative.

"1 hour, 1 hour give me a plane, I want a helicopter, go to the airport, change the plane with a full tank of fuel, there is a pilot." Emir was about to leave, he didn't want to look at the green stuff below.

"Imam, please come and talk." Chen Yi said suddenly.

Galu blocked the emir's path.

The latter had no choice but to turn around, he knew that if it weren't for the religious asylum, he would have been shot and destroyed.

Although it is easy to cause casualties in a forced raid, the success rate is still very high.

But he didn't actually know that if it weren't for religious protection, Chen Yi's curse ink alone would kill them.

Thanks to Chen Yi holding the intellectual scroll, there is no impulsive killing and robbing people.

At the important moment when the Chen family is gathering strength, although saving the little sister is the first priority, it cannot ruin the future of the entire family because of this - it is not only the future of Chen Congyu's house, but also the future of the uncle, the uncle, and even the huge root system that has followed the Chen family for many years.

Chen Yi waited quietly for the imam, watched him come to the front of the rooftop, watched his hair being blown by the wind, and then said, "Imam, please persuade your friend to return my sister." They can leave China with $3 million, and I won't stop them. ”

The emir was really worried that the imam nodded, and hurriedly said, "Didn't you say to give me 20 million?" Regret it now? ”

"Money, yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, two more metal cabinets were pushed out.

A cubic meter of dollars, again dumped on the ground,

Now, the dollar in front of Chen Yi is already larger than the volume of his person.

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the money from the searchlight.

A bundle of 100 sheets, $2,000. As long as you take out a bundle, you can play in Jiangning happily for a week. If you take a stack, you can stay in the best hotel, eat the best food, and drink the purest champagne. If you can hold a handful, you can return to your hometown, and you will be safe when you are rich.

But the emir doesn't care at all, and the money that can't be taken doesn't count as money.

There is more money in the bank, so what.

His thoughts, Chen Yi's mind, waved his hand again, and the fifth and sixth metal boxes were pushed out.

The wheel shaft with enough butter originally had no sound, but in the ears of everyone, it made a "squeak" and "squeak" sound.

The emir finally got a little uneasy, and $60 million was no joke.

In a slightly poorer place, this would have organized at least 60 suicide attacks.

Even the manager of Citibank, who was standing on the sidelines, was also in a cold sweat.

He had been in Europe and had seen countless rich men who could earn good money, but it was the first time he had seen such a thing.

The emir comforted himself: it was just a counterfeit, and he should not be ignored.

The imam squinted his eyes and stared at Chen Yi below.

"If you're worried about counterfeit money, you can check it." Chen Yi listened to the scroll and could hear the emir's constant self-hypnosis.

He decisively ordered a fire truck to come over.

Four bodyguards carried all the 3 cubic meters of US dollars up the ladder, and one of them accompanied them to the roof of the temple.

The emir wanted to stop the bodyguard, but when he thought that if someone wanted to kill him, one shot would be enough, so he didn't say anything.

The ladder slowly rose to the 10-meter-high rooftop with the sound of "click" gears, and the bodyguard picked up a pile of money from the ground and said in English: "Please check the authenticity." ”

These 4 bodyguards were all loaned by Chen Yi from the security team of the Chen Group, and each of them was stuffed with a full settlement fee of 300,000 yuan, plus 5 million insurance, and he was already red-eyed and fearless of life and death.

Emir couldn't help but pull out one and rub it on his hand, really!

He spends dollars every day in Dubai, and that greasy feeling must not be wrong.

"Imam, please test." The bodyguard held a bunch of fronts and stood in front of the old imam.

The second imam preemptively drew one, so the parishioners in the back also came forward to draw it.

After a while, Chen Yi shouted below: "Is it enough?" ”

The emir gritted his teeth and shouted in English: "You are powerful, if you are sincere, hit me in the bank." ”

Chen Yi shook his head with a smile and said, "Your life is not worth $60 million." ”

"Is that little girl worth it?" The emir was burned red with money. That's a lot more than the money promised to yourself.

Chen Yi smiled and said, "Of course it's worth it." But neither the little girl nor your life is up to you. After Chen Yi finished speaking, he said loudly: "Imam, do you say yes?" ”

The old imam smiled, and the wind blew up the snow-white hair.

So, the ladder went down again, and then moved up to an additional $20 million, slowly rising again.

80 million, all composed of 20 US dollars in old bills, 4 cubic meters in size, the upper end of the ladder can not be placed, with the shaking of the ladder, from time to time spilled some.

The bank manager was dumbfounded, he knew better than anyone that if it weren't for the status of Jiangning Financial City, he might not be able to make so much money in the United States.

The bodyguards still held the money for everyone to test, but no one was in the mood.

The emir's heart sank, and he couldn't help shouting, "If you don't send a plane, I'll cut off that girl's hand." ”

He doesn't shy away from being a kidnapper.

The nervous back of the secretary of the political and legal committee who was inspecting the scene was wet, and he seemed to be more nervous than Chen Congyu and said: "Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu, how is the contact?" ”

Lao Zhu is the deputy mayor in charge of religious affairs, the leader of Jiangning, and he usually feels that he has no room to play, but when everyone cares about him the most, he can't play a role at all.

He was also so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and explained: "No one is there, the temple is a reading force." ”

"Fart reading, Jiang Ning is still not the Jiang Ning of the party." The secretary of the Political and Legal Committee is also a member of the Standing Committee, and if he can attend one more meeting, he is one level higher than the deputy mayor who can't attend.

He was a demobilized cadre in his early years, and he had a bad temper brought out of his mother's womb, and now he is unhappy, and he will scold people when he opens his mouth.

"It's fine." But it was Chen Congyu who patted him on the shoulder.

The two city leaders, who made a fuss in front of the public, will definitely affect the handling of the case.

Chen Yicai didn't care what the people behind him said, and said with a smile: "Then add another 20 million to buy her hand." ”

The last two metal cabinets in the car were pushed out.

$100 million.

840 million yuan, can rebuild a large temple.

"Imam, do you think it's enough?" From beginning to end, Chen Yi was performing for the imam.

Without a religiously sensitive flag, the Chen family would not be affected, and without the worry of throwing rat traps, most of the matter would be resolved.

As for the money, if the monastery does not know each other, let them keep it for a period of time, and if they know each other, there is naturally no loss.

Although he was used to seeing turmoil, the old imam's heart still trembled.

He is not scarce of that money, he is afraid of it.

Money can be channeled!

1 million, 10 million, he doesn't care about it, he can't lose the congregation because of this.

30 million, 50 million, he will strengthen his beliefs and maintain the dignity of the great temple.

But $100 million. It can destroy the dignity of the great temple, it will make the believers abandon the temple, and the temple will decay.

The power of religion is indeed strong, but the power of money is even stronger.

$100,000 to kill a cultist.

$1,000,000 to buy a cultist.

$10 million, which can sell the cultist to the devil.

$100 million, which can destroy a monastery.

$1 billion to buy a monastery.

10 billion dollars can turn monasteries into hell.

100 billion dollars can destroy a religion.

1 trillion dollars can buy a religion.

10 trillion dollars, can transform religion into a cult.

The United States, the next steps of the practitioners.

Chen Yi was introducing the previous part to the imam.

"I have three more cars here."

A searchlight moved behind Chen Yi, and three black skinned cars of the same type could be seen.

I only heard Chen Yi say slowly: "Imam, the three of them are Arabs, and they have committed serious crimes. Just six hours ago, they kidnapped my sister. I don't want to punish them, I just want them to let my sister go. I promise, let it go. ”

It's obviously a comfortable step.

However, those three were actually empty.

Citibank's vault doesn't have that many spare $20 bills.

The second imam, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said: "No, we can't give in for money." ”

He stood and talked without a backache, and wanted the old imam to resist it.

In this way, when the matter is over, he can justifiably drive away the old imam and sit on the throne of the imam at the beginning of the school by himself.

The emir also said in stammering Chinese: "I am a devout believer, I am a ......"

"800 million, can make the congregation unable to come to worship, make the monastery unable to open the door, and make the imams have no salary, can you hold on?" The old imam asked softly.

The second imam laughed twice and was silent.

"Emir." The old imam stopped the Arab who wanted to leave, and said, "Buy your life with 100 million yuan, can you keep it?" ”

The emir squirmed and said, "I have a hostage. ”

Even he himself has no confidence.

"Look below, what if they rush in?" The imam's voice became more powerful the more he listened.

There are policemen, there are soldiers, there are bodyguards in black suits, there are mercenaries in desert pants.

The emir said with difficulty: "I know China, they don't dare to enter the monastery. Moreover, I have a hostage ......"

"Son, they just don't want to ......," said the imam, considering the words, "I'm going to let them go." ”

The emir was terrified, and said surprisingly fluently in Chinese: "You're killing me—that's going to kill me, killing everyone." You're going to destroy your monastery, the believers, and you're going to protect the believers, aren't you! ”

The question is a shout to the other parishioners on the rooftop.

No one responded.

The imam closed his eyes and said, "I don't know what the consequences will be if you let them in, but I know that 100 million dollars will definitely destroy my monastery and my parishioners." ”

When he looked at the emir again, the seventy-four-year-old imam's eyes were already sharp.

……

(To be continued)