The King's Altar

The phone was disconnected, and Bei Le sat in the sun with his mobile phone, as if he was in an ice cave, and his whole body was very cold-he couldn't afford 600 million, but he was scared to death, and he didn't have the courage to bargain with the kidnappers anymore.

Jiang Zhaowei didn't know why, so he shook his shoulders in surprise, "Beile, what's wrong with you?"

This bad news caught Baylor by surprise, and he had no clue at all.Holding on to the handrail and standing up, his mind was blank, he ignored Jiang Zhaowei, and walked into the room with his long legs floating on the soles of his feet.Pushing open the door and seeing Feng Qu head-on, his brain quickly resumed operation, and he ordered: "Feng Qu, don't worry about anything, count how many goods you have, and if you can return it to the manufacturer, return it immediately, and if you can't, sell it at full cost. "

Feng Qu was confused, "What's wrong with you?"

"Yuejin, Zhaowei, you go out to collect debts, and get back all the credit and loaned money." Lie down on the sofa as if exhausted, Bei Le closed his eyes and said to himself: "Let's think about it. Who will borrow the money?"

Jiang Zhaowei and Chen Yuejin looked at each other, Feng Qu raised his voice and shouted at him: "What's wrong with you?"

Bei Le pinched the center of his eyebrows, and said word by word: "Xiao Ming and Li Wudi were kidnapped."

The kidnappers left the iron house one after another, and the dark door was closed again. Yuan Mingqing pleaded lowly, in exchange for two bowls of half-baked instant noodles and a bottle of mineral water. The door, looking out through a ventilation hole, "Meat Tutu, eat quickly."

"I want to vomit..." Li Wudi curled up in the corner, his eyes were out of focus, nervously intertwined the fingers of his lost and recovered treasure, and didn't eat a single bite of noodles.

"Maybe a slight concussion, you need to overcome it, ahem...you have to eat a little if you don't want to eat, ahem...otherwise you won't have the strength to escape, cough..." Yuan Mingqing walked to him with a limp, walked from the mineral spring I poured some water from the water bottle into the palm of my hand, and then wiped his face, but it was a pity that he couldn't wipe off the blood and mud all over his face, instead he made a cat face.

"Don't, don't mess around!" Li Wudi grabbed his wrist and said nervously crying, "When your boss collects the money, they will let us go!"

Yuan Ming cut off his words with sharp eyes, "We can't sit still, you listen to me."

"Why are you so fierce... When I go out, it will be easy for you to pay back the money! Ming and Qing, don't confront them, or they will beat you again... My sister and they don't want me anymore," Li Wudi said. Sorrow came from it, she wiped away her tears in grievance, and murmured: "If something happens to you, I will be very scared, I am very scared, really scared..."

"I don't want to confront them either, but..." Lowering his head, Yuan Mingqing coughed up a mouthful of bloodshot phlegm, then pulled up his collar to wipe the corners of his mouth, and calmly spit out a terrifying conclusion: "They are all desperate It is very likely that they are planning to tear up the ticket regardless of whether they get the money or not."

Li Wudi opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Don't be scary! That bald man said he would let us go as soon as he got the money!"

"They didn't cover their faces, so it can be seen that they don't shy away from being recognized by us... Only the dead will not be identified." Yuan Mingqing rinsed his mouth with saliva, and swallowed it together with the blood lightly.

Li Wudi couldn't believe it, and asked tremblingly, "Mingqing, you lied to me, right?"

"You can't believe the kidnapper's words." Yuan Mingqing hugged him, patted the other person's back repeatedly and comforted him: "I asked the boss to contribute money, just to delay for two days. We have to be mentally prepared, instead of letting him They slaughter, it is better to give it a go. You force yourself to eat, and everything depends on me, and play by ear."

Li Wudi gritted his teeth and nodded, picked up the instant noodles, and stuffed a mouthful into his mouth. He was terrified like never before, so scared that he was at a loss for words, but he still had to force himself not to burst out this hysterical fear!Relatives and friends betrayed him and forced him into a dead end. The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were his world, and every word was an imperial decree.

Yuan Mingqing put a piece of sausage specially left in his bowl, "Silly boy, why didn't you agree to your sister?"

Li Wudi's tears fell into the noodle soup one after another, "..." He never knew that his dear sister was such a cold-blooded person, his world collapsed.

"Fool."

Li Wudi held the noodles in his mouth, sobbed and couldn't speak: "..."

Yuan Mingqing lifted his coat, tore off a small corner from the innermost shirt, soaked it in enough water, and carefully wiped the blood on his face, "Eat it, eat it."

After half a day of busy work, the four people in the king's altar sold all of Belle's property and private collections, and recovered most of the loans.

Bei Le went to Yuan Mingqing's house to loot everything, transferred the piano, took away his savings, and cleaned up his credit cards.Back at Xiaoyanglou, he handed a stack of cash and a few checks to Feng Qu: "How much do you have now?"

"More than 100 million! It's too far away from 600 million!" Jiang Zhaowei scratched his head and said, "Master Baylor, I think we should call the police!"

"It's not for you to interrupt! Call the police? The kidnappers tore up the ticket and you pay for your life?" Bei Le stopped him distractedly, and walked upstairs.

Jiang Zhaowei bit his lip and shut up dejectedly.

Feng Qu quickly counted the money he just got back, then used the money counter to go through it again, pressed the calculator, and chased upstairs with the ledger, knocked on the door of Bei Le's room, and reported: "Bei Le, I finally got it all together. 200 million."

"Hmm." Belle was noncommittal, carefully cleaning the two diamond rings.

"I borrowed 20 yuan from my dad, and Yuejin also borrowed 8000 yuan from my family. Adding our own savings, there are [-] yuan...Xiaowei's entire family is only [-] yuan, and they are all together. It's a pity that everyone is not Rich people, this money is just a drop in the bucket..."

"That's enough, I know what you guys want, thank you." Belle raised his chin to a stack of thin notebooks on the table, "The two of us will work separately, I will buy a ring, and you will deal with the house in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. You can figure it out as an intermediary."

"His house can be sold for 90 to [-] yuan now, but it can't be sold without his signature..." Feng Qu picked up the small notebook and flipped through it, staring round his eyes: "Why? It says your name?"

"Well, he bought it for me many years ago and proposed to me." Belle smiled, "and a diamond ring."

Feng Qu was taken aback: "Marriage proposal?"

Belle casually stuffed the diamond ring into the suede ring box, "I accompanied him to study when he was studying abroad, and got married abroad."

Feng Qu froze on the spot for a long time: "Do you want to be so exaggerated?"

"Just for fun, what nonsense legal constraints are there when I return to China? No one cares about it. Is it possible that I have to fly abroad to get a divorce after breaking up? I'm leaving and looking for a reliable jewelry store," Belle put the ring box into his trouser pocket and joked, "You, don't look at me like that."

Turning out the door, bumping into Jiang Zhaowei who was lying beside the door, the cheap boy waved his hands in panic: "I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, I just happened to pass by."

Belle frowned, examining him without saying a word.

"It's really not eavesdropping, I didn't hear anything!" Jiang Zhaowei argued clumsily, his words were inconsistent, and his eyes were red.

Belle didn't comfort him, but just stretched out his hand and scratched the bridge of his nose, and went out vigorously.

At nightfall, Luo Mosheng parked his luxury car outside the gate of the King's Altar, shook the iron gate and shouted loudly: "Hey! Is anyone there? Open the door!" Today, Belle took the initiative to call him to meet him. The set came excitedly, Jiang Zhaowei came out slowly, pulled the latch of the iron door, squinted at him from top to bottom: "Cute buttocks, good evening."

"Good evening, where's Bei Le?" Mengmeng was speechless to such a rival in love, and she didn't have the same knowledge as him.

Jiang Zhaowei scratched his head like a chicken coop, and pointed upward reluctantly, "I'll wait for you in the room."

Luo Mosheng was amused by his downcast look, raised his hand and snorted at his head, "Understood."

Jiang Zhaowei shook his head, bared his teeth and howled ferociously: "What are you doing?"

Luo Mosheng withdrew his hand resentfully: This kid looks like a stray dog ​​on the side of the road. His face is unlucky and cute. He is quite sympathetic. people!

After three steps and two steps, Luo Mo pushed open the door of Bei Le's room and called out with a smile on his face, "Bei Le! Are you looking for me?"

Belle twitched the corners of his mouth, showing an ugly smile, "I'm sorry, but I trouble you to come here so late."

"No, no," Luo Mosheng didn't need to be greeted, and sat down beside Bei Le, looking at him directly and passionately: "What do you want from me?"

Bei Le wanted to say some opening remarks to reminisce about the past, but after thinking about it, he felt contrived, so he simply asked straight to the point: "Mo Sheng, you shouldn't be short of money, right?"

Luo Mo smiled and spread his hands: "I'm short of everything now, except money."

"Then lend me some money." Bei Le's face was burning with panic—the way he got along with Luo Mosheng had always been that the other party relied on him and relied on him, and he never asked for a single thing.

The smile on Luo Mosheng's face faded, "How much?"

"200."

Luo Mosheng took out a cigarette and twirled it between his fingers, "What's the use?"

Belle hesitantly made excuses: "I want to buy a house, I have money in hand, and I'm short of money..."

"You don't have to worry about this little thing," Luo Mo turned his eyes away calmly, "tell me where the house is, and I'll buy it for you."

"Mo Sheng, I want money!"

"Okay, I'll give you a check next week."

"I can't wait until next week, I want it tomorrow!" Belle simply pulled his face: "Mo Sheng, don't put on a show for me, I need it urgently, help me."

"Save whose life?" Luo Mosheng lit a cigarette and snorted, "It's not that scum of Yuan Mingqing!"

Belle was quite surprised: "You know?"

Romo lit up his cigarette, "Yes, Slop also called me."

Belle looked happy: "It's good that you know, borrow money quickly!"

The other party's gaze made Luo Mo feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. He couldn't tell the truth, and he had no reason to refuse, so he casually said, "Don't bother with them! It's boring!"

"Boring? Ming and Qing were seriously injured. Without money, the kidnappers would tear up the ticket! Human life is boring in your eyes?" Bei Le stood up and looked down at him condescendingly, "Mo Sheng, you weren't so cold-blooded before!"

Luo Mosheng was oppressed by his shadow, and "suddenly" stood up, and lost his temper unreasonably: "Why am I cold-blooded? Why should I spend money to save my rival?"

"Even if you don't save Yuan Mingqing, you should save Li Wudi, right? Isn't he your friend?"

Knowing that Li Wudi is not in the slightest danger, and the truth will be revealed one day, Luo Mosheng stared back confidently: "Who told him to hang out with scum? I... I don't care about that idiot!"

Belle was stunned and disappointed, choking too hard to speak.

Luo Mosheng observed Bei Le's face, secretly startled, and persuaded without confidence: "Bei Le, why don't you wait two or three days to see the situation..."

"I don't have time to wait. Now I won't borrow money from you." Bei Le's eyes gradually turned cold: "I'm asking you for debt! Back then, I went bankrupt and scraped together 200 million yuan to buy you a small role, and you are here today. It's a loan." Your personal debt does not count interest, you pay me back right away."

"You!" Luo Mosheng was stunned.

There was no extra emotion on Bei Le's face: "Big star, you don't owe such a small amount of money and you have to default?"

Such hurtful words hit my ears, and Luo Mosheng wanted to die, his eyes were reddened with despair, and his lips trembled: "You can do it, you dumped me because of him back then, and now it's because of him! You have the heart to hurt me like this! Me? Let me tell you, don’t say 200 million, even 2000 million, I won’t even blink if I give you my life! It's fine, just don't pay it back now!"