One Child, Two Babies: The President's Nightly Delight

Listening to the housekeeper's words, Song Beixi couldn't help calling Song Beiye an idiot in his heart.

The only chance to speak, can't provide the Song family with any useful information, so let someone save him...

Stupid, stupid as hell.

Seeing Song Beixi's gloomy face, the housekeeper asked in a low voice, "Eldest Young Master, what should we do now?"

"What else can we do? We must save people!" Old Man Song firmly stood his ground without waiting for Song Beixi to say anything.

Although he hated Song Beiye, he was his own grandson after all, so he couldn't be so cold-blooded.

"People must be saved." Song Beixi said, 30 million yuan is a very simple matter for the Song family.

However, the Song family's working capital should not be that much.

Song Beixi looked at the old man, "Right now, I only have ten million yuan in cash with the company."

If he collects 30 million, it will take time, one day is not enough, and the other party wants 10 million in cash.

No matter who it is, how can it be possible to have so much cash in this modern society with advanced electronic payments?

They can go to the bank to get it, but ordinary banks don't have that much cash, and they have to make an appointment in advance.

Even if you make an appointment in advance, the bank may not be able to prepare it quickly.

Even if their luck is good, the bank is prepared and the money is withdrawn, but this behavior will undoubtedly alarm some organizations.

Those policemen are still looking for Song Beiye.

Their behavior was abnormal. Maybe the police would suspect that they were trying to help Song Beiye escape after they knew about it.

At that time, the police are alerted, and this matter will not be easy to handle.

The Song family never called the police, because they didn't want him to be controlled by the police after they rescued Song Beiye, so they were always dealing with it by themselves.

"I have the rest." Mr. Song said, the account under his name is not short of this money.

"But 10 million cash, if it is really taken out from the bank, it will definitely alarm the police." Song Beixi reminded Mr. Song that he did not want to see Song Beiye fall into the hands of the police in the end, so that he would never have a chance to stand up , did not call the police.

Mr. Song fell silent.

Withdrawing 10 million cash from the bank at one time will inevitably alert the police.

"I have about one million cash on hand now." Mr. Song said, although the security system of the Song family is good, there are also many nannies.

With so much money at home, it is easy to seduce people into crimes.

So Mr. Song only has one million cash in the safe, just in case.

"It's far from enough." Song Beixi realized that it was not the question of the 30 million, but the question of the 10 million cash raised by the other party.

Mr. Song frowned. He was torn between whether to alert the police, or to discuss with them when the kidnappers called in the next time, whether all 30 million could be paid by transfer.

Anyway, if it was money, the other party shouldn't make it too difficult for Song Beiye.

But what if...

What if the other party disagrees with this transaction method, and even uses it to torment Song Beiye?

Mr. Song thought of the kidnapper who just turned off the voice changer and asked Song Beiye to speak. His voice was very weak, as if he would die if he tried again.

He didn't know what to do for a while.

"I'll ask someone else tomorrow." Song Beixi thought about it, but still didn't intend to alert the police.

Ten million, he doesn't have that much cash alone, and neither will anyone else.

Nowadays, so much money is basically paid by check or direct transfer.

But a person with millions of dollars in working capital still has some money, and it is still okay for him to ask someone for help.

After Song Beixi finished speaking, he took Li Ni's hand and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Mr. Song asked with a firm voice.

"I'll go back and find a way." Song Beixi said, his solution was undoubtedly to contact Mu Shaoling and Yan Jiwen.

It is estimated that the two of them, together with the cash in their hands and the cash in the hands of Mr. Song, are enough for 10 million.

"The kidnapper will call at any time. That woman can leave, but you have to stay." Mr. Song said, his tone of disgust towards Li Ni was still undisguised.

Although, Song Beixi was helping Song Beiye.

"It's the recording of the phone call. No matter how bad it is, let him come to talk to me. I have to go back. I can't calm down and ask for help if I stay here." Song Beixi said, looking thoughtfully at the second floor .

The Song family's old house has good sound insulation.

But Jiang Ni's ghostly cries and howls were so loud that the people sitting on the first floor could hear them clearly.

Not to mention how loud it would be if he went back to the bedroom on the second floor to rest.

Fortunately, there is a certain distance between the old house and other villas, at least Jiang Ni's voice will not be transmitted to other houses, otherwise the Song family's old house will be reported and disturbed.

Jiang Ni's voice came downstairs again, continuously.

Mr. Song had a dark face. This Jiang Ni would really hold him back. He didn't even have a reason to keep Song Beixi here.

After Song Beixi finished speaking, he led Li Ni away.

Mr. Song sat on the sofa with a dark complexion, not moving.

The butler had no choice but to persuade him patiently: "Old man, the matter of the second young master is more important right now, please bear with it, the reason why the young master left is to help the second young master."

Mr. Song gave a cold voice and didn't say anything.

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the other side.

Marcos and Tovsky returned to the hotel in the car arranged by Mu Shaoling.

Taking the elevator back to the floor where the suite was located, the two had just turned the corner when they saw Ethan standing impatiently in front of their guest room.

Now he approached this wall of the Marcos suite, and now he approached the other wall of the Tovsky suite.

He didn't look up until he heard footsteps, and when he saw Marcos and Tovsky, he rushed forward and asked Marcos, "Where did you go?"

"Eat." Marcos said, still smiling.

Ethan said incredulously, "Mr. Munster is still in prison, as a nephew, you actually want to eat?"

Marcos couldn't help frowning when he heard his morally kidnapping tone.

Master is self-inflicted and cannot live.

I can't blame anyone for a lifetime in prison.

Besides, if Munster stays in prison for the rest of his life, as a nephew, he will have to do those superficial kung fu for the rest of his life?

Ethan's words were extremely ridiculous.

Marcos slowly explained: "I had a meeting with Mr. Mu, and the other party was very enthusiastic. After the meeting, he will clean up the dust for me. Is there a problem?"

"Of course, Mr. Manster is still in prison!" Ethan reminded him. At this time, shouldn't Marcos be doing things for Master?

"Man Le and T Group are partners. I, as the president of the company, cannot refuse the partner's invitation." Marcos said, swiped the room card, and opened the door.

Seeing this, Katokiff also swiped his card, opened the door and walked in.