The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

The old man has such a big medical institution here. Every time a customer comes, he spends hundreds of thousands. So many people work for him every year. Five million? That's just the money he made by being lucky one day.

Are you planning to pay this little money now? That's not sincere enough.

He still wants to make himself more than 90 million?

You’re dreaming. Do you really think you’re so easy to fool?

After taking the anti-inflammatory medicine, Sun Dongliang picked up a cup of tea. His eyes passed through the lingering tea mist and fixed on the wrinkled old man opposite him.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying a carefully choreographed drama.

"Brother, you are not sincere enough." Sun Dongliang's voice was low and magnetic, revealing a hint of unquestionable majesty. "Look, this is just a small matter, just a granddaughter, why do you care so much? If you ask me, we should just let it go and stop entangled in it."

When the old man heard this, the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen a little. He pretended not to hear what Sun Dongliang said, deliberately put on a stern face, took out an old mobile phone from his pocket, and began to pretend to make a call.

"Hello, boss? I have an urgent matter and need a large sum of money..." The old man deliberately raised his voice a few notes, as if he wanted Sun Dongliang to hear every word clearly. While he was speaking, he secretly observed Sun Dongliang's reaction.

Sun Dongliang sat there, listening calmly, but sneering in his heart.

He knew that the old man was acting, trying to force him to submit in this way. However, he was not angry, but felt that the play was becoming more and more interesting.

After a while, the old man put down the phone, with a troubled look on his face: "The boss said he is willing to lend me 10 million. I will think of a way to scrape together 20 million."

Sun Dongliang smiled mockingly when he heard this: "Twenty million? Brother, you've invested a lot of money."

The old man ignored his sarcasm and continued, "Old Sun, I know you are rich and powerful and don't care about this little money. But I can't help it. Just lend me the money first, and I promise to pay you back."

Sun Dongliang didn't say anything, just looked at the old man quietly.

He knew that the old man was playing the emotional card, trying to impress him in this way.

If you are in this line of work and are still soft-hearted, how can you survive to this day?

And this farce was done by Sun Dongliang as a revenge against the old man.

"Do you have any contact information? I'll contact the kidnappers and see how much they want. You said 100 million, but I don't really believe it."

Sun Dongliang spoke again. Now this old fox had only 20 million yuan scraped together, which was still a little far from what he asked for.

"Brother, if it doesn't work, just give up. Besides, women, when being played with, shouldn't they stand up for that?"

Sun Dongliang smiled again.

The old man felt heavy in his heart when he heard Sun Dongliang's words.

With shaking hands, he took out a piece of paper with the kidnapper's contact information from his pocket and handed it to Sun Dongliang. His voice was trembling a little: "This is the kidnapper's contact information. The most I can give is 30 million. If it's more, I can't do anything."

Sun Dongliang took the note, glanced at it, then looked up at the old man with a cunning look in his eyes.

He pretended to sigh and said, "Brother, I understand your difficulties. But this matter concerns your granddaughter's life. I must do my best."

After hearing this, the old man also nodded.

After saying that, the old man suddenly looked at a photo sent by the kidnapper on his mobile phone. It was a photo of his granddaughter.

In the photo, she is surrounded by a group of black men. Their eyes are evil and cold, as if they are planning some conspiracy.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if he was accumulating strength.

"These kidnappers are looking for death!" the old man said gritting his teeth.

Sun Dongliang looked at the old man's anxious eyes and felt happy in his heart. This old fox really cared about his granddaughter.

"Brother, go get the money, and I'll make the contact. I, Sun Dongliang, have some connections, so I'll see if I can get the ransom. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

The old man nodded and walked out first.

The old man came out, his hands clenched into fists. The wrinkles on his forehead were like deep ravines, recording the vicissitudes and hardships of his life.

This time, he was caught firmly at the vital point, and this fatal point concerned the life and death of his granddaughter.

The old man knew in his heart that if it were someone else, faced with such a huge ransom and unknown dangers, they would have given up long ago.

However, he couldn't and didn't dare.

The person who was kidnapped was his granddaughter, the apple of his eye, his entire hope and future.

How could he just watch her fall into the clutches of the kidnappers and do nothing?

The old man took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew that the most important thing now was to rescue his granddaughter.

After all, the old man has been in the underworld for many years, and he knows in his heart that although Sun Dongliang seems to be here to help him on the surface, there may be unknown calculations behind it.

He could not completely trust Sun Dongliang, nor could he place all his hopes on him.

The old man picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

A deep and powerful voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's the matter?"

The old man took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm. "Yes, I need your help with something important. My granddaughter has been kidnapped, and the kidnappers are asking for a huge ransom. I want to know how much money you need from Akbon to solve this problem?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then a deeper voice came: "Old man, you know our rules. We usually don't get directly involved in this kind of thing. But if you are willing to pay a certain fee, we can help you contact some capable people."

The old man nodded and said, "I understand. Please name a price."

A price was quoted on the other end of the phone. The old man frowned after hearing it. This price was undoubtedly a huge burden for him.

However, for the safety of his granddaughter, he had to grit his teeth and accept it.

After hanging up the phone, the old man's heart was filled with an unprecedented heaviness.

It is better to rely on Akbang than on Sun Dongliang. After all, those people are more disciplined. But who knows whether Sun Dongliang has anything to do with the matter.

It is impossible for me to contact Akbang directly now, I have to go through an intermediary.

It is normal for middlemen to charge fees.

At this time, Akbon Office Building.

Yuan Bing, dressed in a professional suit, walked into the office and looked at Zhang Fan who was busy in front of her.

"The old man in Tiger Country wants us to help rescue a person through an intermediary. Should we accept this mission?"

Old man? Save people?

Isn't this a bit ironic? He committed fraud, betrayed his friends, and then went to jail, and now he's asking for help to save people?

What goes around comes around?