Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 841 Heart Knot (5)

"In broad daylight, you're going to grab it, aren't you?" Han Xiaoxiao stood at the gate cleverly, and couldn't help but raise her voice to scold, causing the neighbors on the left and right to stick their necks out to watch.

Although the brawny man is reckless, he has a sense of propriety. He has no legitimate reason to ask for money this time. Half of the goods in the car are low-quality pine mushrooms and hazel mushrooms, and the rest are usually rotten grass in the forest. With people as hostages in their hands, no matter how arrogant this little girl is, there is nothing she can do about it.

"Okay, I'm also very tired after driving for a whole day. There are tea and fruit dishes waiting for you in this room, and I'm not in a hurry to hurry. You go and inspect the goods. As for the bill of lading, there is no such thing at all. What's the matter?"

The strong man picked up the tea that Han Darong had drunk and gulped it down, split his long legs and sat on the bench at the door, took a bite of the big sour pear, and looked at Han Xiaoxiao proudly.

"Auntie, don't do business today, let the customers go back first."

This person is obviously delaying time, he is not in a hurry now, it seems that he knows that he has a bargaining chip in his hand.

Don't let the neighbors know that Han Daya was blackmailed by someone. Thinking about it last year, Han Daya also committed a bad crime. Although it was a bitter trick with Ma San, the root cause was not being targeted by others to try to steal his property. Take it for yourself.

Is it possible to suffer from this calamity every year?
After the scene was cleared, the fan above his head was heard spinning feebly in the store. The big man smiled lewdly as he looked at the beautiful Han Xiaoxiao, and secretly dialed his elder brother's phone to find fault with Han Darong if he had anything to say.

"Are you sick? If my younger brother really picks up the goods with you, take out the bill of lading and have a look. Everyone makes a car full of junk and asks us to collect it. Think we are a shelter or a welfare home?"

After Han Darong was enraged, he raised the wooden stick in his hand to greet the strong man, but before he could get close, he was held in his hand instead. On her side, she could only grunt and struggle like killing a pig, and she didn't get half of the benefits.

"Tell me, no one is here now, where did you take my father?"

The person on the other end of the phone was hiding in a simple hotel. After hearing Han Xiaoxiao's angry questioning, he couldn't help laughing. The beautiful face in the park in the middle of the street popped up in his mind, but the face next to him was a bit unpleasant. It also entered his memory, lingering.

"Brother Heizi, give the phone to Han Xiaoxiao."

The strong man got the order, handed over the phone with a sneer, and threatened Han Darong who was lying on the ground, "Damn it, hurry up and prepare the money."

Picking up the phone, Han Xiaoxiao shuddered inexplicably, and the other party's shallow breathing came from her ears. She bit the bullet and asked, "Where did you hide my father?"

The man lying on the bed was about twenty years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a square face, fair and clean, and his appearance was upright. The most attractive thing was his slender fingers, which looked a little longer than normal, which was a bit weird.

"Han Xiaoxiao, Brother Heizi said that the amount of money cannot be less. As for the truck, whether you like it or not, I will decide the money."

"Tell my dad first if he is safe, and what you plan to do after taking the money, otherwise, he will never want to take a penny from here."

"Hehe, you have such a sharp tongue. We don't want to kill you for money. You will naturally see your father when you get the money, and we can talk about it."

"Is there such an unfair business in the world? My dad just couldn't be contacted for a while, and it's unknown whether it's in your hands. How can I believe you if I don't hear his voice?"

The man sat up from the bed, fumbled for a glass frame on the bedside table with his fingers, and said with a half-smile, "I do things, and I never tell lies."

(End of this chapter)