God-level Trader of Rebirth

Chapter 4

By night.

Under cover of the sound of trucks.

Dozens of members of the Flying Tigers surrounded them quietly
Hillside villa.

From eating, drinking and having fun, to seeing and hearing about foreign countries, Chen Weidong has made it easy.

Talk about it.

The rich experience opened Zhang Ziqiang's horizons, and he said that it is too late to meet each other.

Zhang Ziqiang was very envious and secretly surprised that these rich people really had a lot of knowledge.

In comparison, he looks like a country bumpkin nouveau riche, and it seems that he has to learn more in the future.

The two went around in a circle, and they couldn't help talking about money.

Zhang Ziqiang's hands were itchy, and he couldn't help inviting him excitedly: "Brother Chen, after this matter is over, are you interested in going to Macau with me to play a few games?"

"Gambling money? I'm not interested in it. It's too slow to make money."

Chen Weidong peeled a banana, took a bite, shook his head and said.

In his view, the game on the gambling table is nothing compared to the fighting in the financial market.

Whether it is the psychological tension and stimulation or the rate of return on money, it is far inferior.

What's more, in this era of gold everywhere, there are too many profitable industries that can make money faster than gambling.

As long as you choose a good industry, getting rich is not a problem.

Why bother to be a fat sheep on the poker table.

Zhang Ziqiang in history, after successfully obtaining one billion yuan, Lin Jiacheng once persuaded him to start some serious business.

Zhang Ziqiang didn't take it seriously, even disdained it, and went to Macau with the money instead.

The result is naturally lost.

Not only that, but he also offended a certain big shot in Xiangjiang at that time, which laid a hidden danger for his subsequent arrest.

Seeing Chen Weidong's appearance, Zhang Ziqiang obviously had a better way to make a fortune, and felt itchy. He wanted to ask more questions, but he heard a few electronic sounds suddenly.
Drip
Drop drop drop.
As the voice kept ringing, Zhang Ziqiang's face changed slightly, and he just watched Chen Weidong quietly.

The atmosphere in the living room became more and more solidified.

Chen Weidong touched his pocket, took out an old-fashioned mobile phone, smiled awkwardly at Zhang Ziqiang, and said:

"Brother Qiang, I'm sorry, it's my third uncle calling."

After speaking, he did not shy away from it.

Pulled out the antenna directly, turned on the hands-free, and the third uncle's voice came from the phone immediately.

"Hey, Ah Wei, have you borrowed any money?"

"Not yet, but I think soon, how about you?"

"Haha, I've already borrowed them, and everything went well."

"Okay, then I'll wait over here."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Uncle San has succeeded.

Zhou Xingcheng is a well-known sharpshooter in Hong Kong and Macau. With him leading the team, it is not easy to deal with a few small thieves.

He was chosen only because of the success rate.

It is up to people to make things happen, but it is up to God to plan things.

If all this fails, Chen Weidong can only admit defeat.

thought here.

Chen Weidong didn't write any ink, and swept away the previous cynicism, stood up and said loudly:
"Brother Qiang, my third uncle has already borrowed the money, and I'm going to leave."

"Ah? So fast?"

Zhang Ziqiang felt a little regretful, he finally met a like-minded person and wanted to continue chatting, but he didn't expect the other person to say that he was leaving so soon.

"Well, yes, good luck to you too."

Chen Weidong laughed.

The purpose of this trip has been achieved, so there is no need for him to stay here any longer.

After casually saying a few polite words, he left the villa without delay.

This crisp and neat appearance made Zhang Ziqiang hesitate to speak.

In the end, he was not forced to stay.

in the living room.

A few night lights gave off a dim fluorescent glow.

Zhang Ziqiang was lying on the sofa, thinking about it, and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell for a while.

Thinking of Chen Weidong's hurried appearance before leaving, a bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

He stood up abruptly, stood in the living room and shouted:

"anyone there?"

"Housekeeper? Is Mr. Lin there?"

The entire villa was eerily quiet, no one responded, only the dim lights told of the depth of the night.

Zhang Ziqiang's face changed drastically, and he rushed upstairs, searched all the rooms, but found that there was no one there.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and made a call...

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later..."

For an instant.

Zhang Ziqiang was so terrified that cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

There was no time to think about it, so he quickly rushed out the door.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Before Zhang Ziqiang could run far, two sniper bullets shot at his feet.

Hastily stopped.

A dozen bright lights swept over in an instant, illuminating the area where he was in daylight.

"Put your hands up now, or you'll shoot!"

"Don't act rashly!"

Dozens of police cars, hundreds of police officers, including reporters and paparazzi from across Xiangjiang, all who received the news came.

Shocking news, who doesn't want to get some buzz?Or, show your face?
Going out in the future, bragging with others is a kind of capital.

Zhang Ziqiang hurriedly looked around, and found that he was completely surrounded, and cursed angrily:

"Damn, these rich people are really insidious. They don't have the slightest sincerity in their mouths. They are all routines..."

Seeing that there was no possibility of escape, Zhang Ziqiang had no choice but to raise his hands...

You say detonate a bomb?

Ha ha, that can only blow yourself up.

Two in the morning.

Lin Jiacheng finally brought the motorcade back to the villa halfway up the mountain.

Along with him were Chen Weidong, his third uncle Chen Jie, and the still-shocked young master of the Lin family.

Aftermath.

Lin Zeju was still terrified of this kidnapping incident, he asked excitedly: "Mr. Chen, how did you rescue me?"

Lin Zeju only remembered that when he was locked in an iron cage, there was a sudden loud bang.

Several members of the Flying Tigers broke through the door in an instant.

The whole process was so thrilling that he thought he was going to be torn apart.

As a result, all the kidnappers were quickly killed before they could react, and none escaped the net.

What surprised him the most was that the Xiangjiang police were able to find out exactly where he was imprisoned only two hours after he was kidnapped, which is amazing.

According to his understanding, the Xiangjiang police should not have such a level, otherwise how could they have been humiliated by Zhang Ziqiang many times before?

When you're done, Chen Weidong is in a good mood, and briefly explained the planning process to everyone.

Among them, the most important point, where did the news come from?How do you know where the captivity is?
Regarding these, he didn't say too much, and even avoided them intentionally.

All the people here are smart people, and no one is stupid enough to ask the bottom line.

After listening, Mr. Lin held Chen Weidong's hand and said gratefully: "Thank you very much, Mr. Chen, don't worry, you saved me, my father will definitely repay you."

"Mr. Chen, thank you for saving the dog! If you have any requirements, feel free to ask, as long as I can do it, I can consider it."

Lin Jiacheng also stood up, and immediately expressed his opinion.

What I want is your words.

Chen Weidong was overjoyed, and immediately said:

"I save people because of money. I don't deny this. Zhang Ziqiang wants one billion from you, and I want five hundred million, right?"

"that's all?"

Both Lin Jiacheng and Lin Zeju were a little surprised. They didn't expect that the other party only wanted [-] million. Don't ordinary people want such an opportunity to open their mouths?

"Haha, do I ask for too little? If Mr. Lin insists on giving me one billion, I don't mind."

Chen Weidong joked with a smile.

What everyone didn't expect was that Lin Jiacheng listened, but said seriously:

"Yes, Mr. Chen, I can give you one billion, because it is insignificant compared with my son's life."

"You also risked your life to save my son. I am very touched. This friendship cannot be measured by money. In the future, you can contact me at any time if you need it."

After finishing speaking, Lin Jiacheng immediately took out a stack of checkbooks, wrote down an amount of one billion on it with a brush, and handed it to Chen Weidong.

Chen Weidong took the check indifferently, without missing the number on it, and handed it to his third uncle Chen Jie next to him.

The third uncle was not so calm when he got a check worth one billion. He was so happy in his heart, and his face was even contorted with excitement.

If it wasn't for being in front of outsiders, I'm afraid I would have yelled.

Lin Jiacheng saw the actions of the two of them, and he couldn't help but secretly think that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.

Although the young man in front of him is young, he is much stronger than his third uncle.

(End of this chapter)