God-level Trader of Rebirth

Chapter 3 I Want One Billion

Xiangjiang, a mansion on the mountainside.

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

soon.

He came to the door of Lin's house and rang the doorbell.

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

Under the leadership of the butler, Zhang Ziqiang walked in the door generously. He deliberately opened his jacket to reveal the bomb wrapped around his body, and said:
"Mr. Lin, please call the police in your home."

Zhang Ziqiang is still not sure whether Lin Jiacheng has called the police, so he uses this sentence to deceive the other party.

Who would have thought that the "Century Thief King" did not have the abnormal appearance that most people imagined, but belonged to the kind of unremarkable middle-aged man thrown in the crowd.

"You can't judge by appearance." Chen Weidong sighed in his heart.

Seeing that the other party came to "discuss business" with a bomb strapped on, Lin Jiacheng did not show the slightest panic, but smiled lightly and said:

"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 keep your word and do things."

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

Zhang Ziqiang listened, he laughed, and said:

"It's really worthy of being a rich man who has resounded in Xiangjiang. You don't need to look at it. I believe that Mr. Lin still has this reputation."

"But who is this?"

While Zhang Ziqiang was looking around, he quickly found Chen Weidong lying on the sofa, and he was immediately alert.

"Hehe, this is a young man from my hometown."

Lin Jiacheng kept a smile on his face all the time, as if he was talking about a very common thing.

Zhang Ziqiang kept looking at Chen Weidong, seeing that he was so young and obviously not like a policeman, so he was slightly relieved, and said straight to the point:

"Okay, Mr. Lin, let's talk about the price, 2 billion, I want old banknotes without consecutive numbers."

"It's impossible. Even if I withdraw from dozens of banks in Xiangjiang for three consecutive days, it's impossible to get so much cash."

Lin Jiacheng thought for a while, and replied seriously.

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

Chen Weidong folded his hands, leaned on the sofa and looked at Zhang Ziqiang with interest, nodded slightly in agreement.

After all, isn't taking a check to withdraw this kind of money the same as throwing yourself into a trap?
Hearing what the two of them said, Zhang Ziqiang's face was a bit resentful, and he didn't know what to do for a while. He didn't want to attract attention, let alone wait here for three days.

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

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

How about this, I'll find a way to get you 6 million in cash before tomorrow's dark, guaranteed to be old banknotes without consecutive numbers, how about it? "

Hearing the condition proposed by Lin Jiacheng, Zhang Ziqiang's expression froze, and he fell into a brief thought in his mind, then shook his head and said:
"Six hundred million, this number sounds a bit too thin, I don't feel comfortable, let's do it, one billion three thousand eight million!"

"Okay, come and get the money tomorrow."

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

"Wait a moment."

"what happened again?"

"I can't take so much money alone, and the goal is too big. If Mr. Lin doesn't dislike it, I will stay here forever, and I will send someone to take away a batch if I get it."

Zhang Ziqiang suggested.

"Whatever you want, Xiao Chen, just entertain Mr. Zhang for me, 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 grumbling appearance of this middle-aged man, smiled, gave him a thumbs up, and said:

"Brother Qiang, bull, steal from the rich and give to the poor!"

"Hey, you kid, don't you feel bad about your uncle losing one billion?"

Zhang Ziqiang's eyes widened, he was surprised, he had never seen someone laughing after losing so much money.

"Hey, what is this little money to my uncle?"

Chen Weidong was lying on the sofa with his arms outstretched and his legs resting on the coffee table. The picture of money looked like a bastard, very much like the second generation ancestor.

Zhang Ziqiang was originally a person at the bottom of the society, and he felt uncomfortable talking to a rich man like Lin Jiacheng. Now seeing Chen Weidong's "down-to-earth atmosphere", he suddenly felt "commendous".

Soon, the two chatted enthusiastically.

……

It's getting dark.

Tsim Sha Tsui, an intersection in Youtian Village.

Several trucks were driving on the bumpy and muddy road, rumbling engines and sirens rang through the entire village from time to time.

A man with the appearance of a supervisor wearing a white hard hat is holding a walkie-talkie, constantly directing a large truck full of gravel to unload at different locations.

Deep in the village, a dilapidated house was full of laughter.

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

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

It won't take long for them to get one billion in cash, a huge amount of wealth that they can't spend in this lifetime.

"It's done, it's done!"

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

Just when everyone was overjoyed, several ear-piercing sirens sounded vaguely from a distance.

beep…

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

Hearing the siren of the truck, everyone immediately tensed up.

A member named Xiao Ma explained with a smile: "Brother Xun, a nearby construction site just started two days ago, so don't make any fuss."

"Two days ago?. Okay."

"Brother Xun" still had some doubts in his heart, but when Xiao Ma said that the project started two days ago, he immediately felt relieved. It seemed that he was worrying too much.

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

"Young Master Lin, your father is truly a remarkable figure!"

"Ha ha."

These words immediately caused all the robbers to laugh wildly.

The people in the cage huddled in the corner, without saying a word. They never expected that their father would pay a price of one billion to redeem him. If this news got out, it would definitely shock the world.
At the same time, the outskirts of the village.

Countless agile black shadows are rapidly approaching this dilapidated building.

"Is the news reliable?"

The leading man confirmed again.

"Absolutely reliable, sir Zhou."

"That man knows everything about the mainland capital well, so he wouldn't lie to us about it."

A middle-aged man in casual clothes next to him, holding a pistol tightly, said in a low voice.

"That's fine."

The leading man nodded slightly. This time they sneaked out without the order of their superiors. If they didn't make a little contribution, they would definitely be dismissed when they went back.

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

Just a few days ago, Police Officer Huang from the Xisha Sub-bureau approached him secretly and told him the shocking news.

Zhou Xingcheng was shocked.

Unexpectedly, in today's legal society, there are still people who dare to be so rampant.

But I dare not report it casually, because the person involved is the richest man in Xiangjiang!

(End of this chapter)