Xiangjiang, a mansion halfway up the mountain.

Because Zhang Ziqiang stepped on the road many times, he was already familiar with the road.

Soon.

So he came to the door of the forest house and rang the doorbell.

At this time, Lin Jiacheng was already waiting in the living room.

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, Zhang Ziqiang walked into the door generously, he deliberately lifted his jacket, revealing the bomb wrapped around his body, and said:

"Mr. Lin, please call the police in your house."

Zhang Ziqiang was not sure whether Lin Jiacheng had called the police, so he used this sentence to deceive the other party.

Who would have thought that the "Thief of the Century" does not have an abnormal appearance as ordinary people imagine, but belongs to the kind of inconspicuous middle-aged people who are thrown in the crowd.

"Don't look like a man." Chen Weidong sighed in his heart.

Seeing that the other party actually tied a bomb to "talk about business", Lin Jiacheng did not show the slightest horror, but smiled faintly:

"I have been in business all my life, and I don't have any particularly successful experience, but I have a deep understanding that you must be true to your word and do things."

"If Mr. Zhang doesn't believe this, I'll take you to have a look."

Zhang Ziqiang listened, smiled hehe, and said:

"It's really a rich man who resounded in Xiangjiang, you don't need to see it, I believe that Mr. Lin still has this credibility."

"But who is this?"

Just as Zhang Ziqiang was looking around, he quickly found Chen Weidong lying on the sofa, and immediately said vigilantly.

"Hehe, this is a descendant of my hometown."

Lin Jiacheng always kept a smile on his face, as if he was saying something extremely homely.

Zhang Ziqiang kept looking at Chen Weidong, and saw that he was so young and obviously didn't look like a policeman, so he breathed a sigh of relief and got straight to the point:

"Okay, Mr. Lin, let's talk about the price, two billion, I want the old banknotes without serial numbers."

"It's impossible, even if I withdraw money from dozens of banks in Xiangjiang for three days in a row at the same time, it is impossible to withdraw so much cash."

Lin Jiacheng thought a little in his heart and replied seriously.

"Yes, and you can't write a check, and even if you do, you can't go to the bank to exchange it."

Chen Weidong clasped his hands, leaned on the sofa and looked at Zhang Ziqiang with interest, nodded slightly and agreed.

After all, isn't taking a check to withdraw this kind of money tantamount to throwing yourself into a net?

Hearing what the two said, Zhang Ziqiang's face was a little stupid, and he didn't know what to do for a while, he didn't want to attract attention, and it was impossible to wait here for three days.

Just when Zhang Ziqiang was entangled, Lin Jiacheng slowly said again:

"I'm in a hurry to get my son home, and you're in a hurry to get the money."

In this way, how about I find a way to get 600 million cash for you before it gets dark tomorrow, and the guarantee is that they are all old banknotes without serial numbers, how about it? ”

Hearing this condition put forward by Lin Jiacheng, Zhang Ziqiang's expression froze, and his mind fell into a short contemplation, then he shook his head and said:

"Six hundred million, that number sounds a little too thin, I don't feel very comfortable, so let's do it, a billion .... Thirty-eight million! ”

"Okay, tomorrow you can get the money."

When Lin Jiacheng heard this number, his heart did not fluctuate, and he got up and was about to step on the steps and go upstairs to rest.

"Wait a minute."

"What's wrong again?"

"With so much money, I can't take it alone, and the goal is too big. If Mr. Lin doesn't dislike it, I'll stay here all the time, and I'll send someone to pick up a batch when I get it. ”

Zhang Ziqiang proposed.

"Whatever, Xiao Chen, just help me entertain Mr. Zhang, I'm tired."

After Lin Jiacheng finished speaking, he went upstairs by himself.

In the living room, only Chen Weidong and Zhang Ziqiang were left, looking at each other.

Chen Weidong saw the appearance of this middle-aged man, smiled, gave him a thumbs up, and said:

"Brother Qiang, Niu, rob the rich and help the poor!"

"Hey, you kid, aren't you distressed that your uncle lost a billion yuan?"

Zhang Ziqiang's eyes widened, he was simply surprised, he had never seen anyone lose so much money and still laugh.

"Hey, that's a lot of money to my uncle."

Chen Weidong was lying on the sofa, opening his arms recklessly, and his legs were on the coffee table, the money was the appearance of a bastard, like the second ancestor.

Zhang Ziqiang was originally a figure at the bottom of the society, and he was uncomfortable talking to a rich man like Lin Jiacheng, but now when he saw Chen Weidong so "down-to-earth", he suddenly felt "smelly".

Soon, the two chatted enthusiastically.

……

It's getting dark.

Tsim Sha Tsui, a certain intersection of oil field village.

Several trucks drove on the bumpy muddy road, and the rumbling engines and whistles resounded throughout the village from time to time.

A man wearing a white hard hat and looking like a supervisor is holding a walkie-talkie, constantly directing a large truck full of sand and gravel to unload it at different locations.

Deep in the village, in a dilapidated house, there is a lot of laughter.

Several of the kidnappers were excited and were discussing how to spend their money in the future.

Because they had just received a call from "Brother Qiang", saying that everything was going well and that the Lin family was urgently raising ransom.

It won't take long for them to get a billion in cash, a huge fortune that they can't spend in their lifetime.

"It's gone, it's gone!"

"This time, I can go back to my hometown and build a house!"

Just as everyone was getting carried away, several shrill whistles were faintly heard in the distance.

Honk...

Doodle......

"What's the situation?! Why is it so noisy? ”

Hearing the whistle of the truck, everyone's expressions immediately became nervous.

I saw a member named Pony explain with a smile: "Brother Xun, two days ago, a nearby construction site started, so there's no need to make a fuss." ”

"Two days ago? ..... All right. ”

"Brother Xun" originally had some doubts in his heart, but when he heard Xiaoma say that it was a project that started two days ago, his heart suddenly relaxed, and it seemed that he was too worried.

One of the kidnappers danced excitedly, patted the iron cage and said:

"Lin Gongzi, your father is such an amazing character!"

"Haha......"

This immediately drew a rampant laugh from all the robbers.

The person in the cage shrank in the corner and didn't say a word, but he didn't expect his father to pay a billion to ransom him, which must have shocked the world if it was to be spread......

At the same time, the outskirts of the village.

Countless agile black shadows were rapidly approaching the dilapidated building.

"Is the information reliable?"

The leading man confirmed.

"Absolutely reliable, Sir Zhou."

"That person knows everything about the affairs of the mainland capital, so he won't lie to us about this."

A middle-aged man in civilian clothes next to him clutched his pistol and said in a low voice.

"That'll do."

The man in the lead nodded slightly, this time they sneaked out without the order of their superiors, if they didn't make a little merit, they would definitely be removed from their posts when they went back.

It was the elite instructor of the Flying Tigers, Zhou Xingcheng, who spoke.

Just a few days ago, Officer Huang of the Xisha Substation secretly approached him and told him the shocking news.

Zhou Xingcheng was shocked.

I didn't expect that in today's legal society, there are still people who dare to be so rampant.

But I didn't dare to report it casually, because the person involved was the richest man in Xiangjiang!