The King's Altar

The sound of Luo Mo was like a tank full of evil spirits rumbling down the stairs. Chen Yuejin poked his head timidly: "Mengmeng, the reception is not good today, come to play again when you have time."

Feng Qu didn't raise his head, "It's okay to leave."

Jiang Zhaowei was used to being dog-legged, so he rushed over to open the door for him reflexively.

Luo Mosheng walked to the door, stopped suddenly, turned his head, and looked up and down at Jiang Zhaowei with those pear blossoms and rainy eyes.

Jiang Zhaowei met his eyes, was shocked enough without any accident, shook his hair, and said in a low voice, "Goodbye, cute ass."

"No more, little friend, I won't come again." Luo Mosheng straightened his wrinkled collar, and slowed down his tone compassionately: "I see you are still very young, take care of yourself, don't love too much Otherwise, a few hearts would not be enough to hurt him. He only loves that person named Yuan Mingqing in his life, and treats you well when he is bored, and once Yuan Mingqing needs him, he will abandon you without hesitation. "

Jiang Zhaowei watched Luo Mosheng disappear from sight in a flash in the luxury car, and stood there for a long time in a daze.

Feng Qu walked over and shoved him: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhaowei replied with a heavy heart: "I'm fine."

Feng Qu spat outside the door: "Stimulate dissension! Don't listen to him!"

"It doesn't matter, Lord Belle is so heavenly~immortal~down~fan~ how can a little bastard like me be worthy of him? I never imagined that I could get him! Hmph!" Jiang Zhaowei rubbed his nose and shook his head. Make a nonchalant look: "I'll make money every day I'm with him, so I'm not greedy!"

The price of diamonds has risen slightly in the past few years, and a pair of rings were sold for a good price as they wished. If the house in Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties was sold formally, the procedures would be cumbersome and time-consuming, and they could not afford to wait, so they were mortgaged to an underground bank.Early in the morning, Feng Qu went out with Bei Le with the account book and the money counter under his arm, selling those who sold them, and those who borrowed money to borrow money.Adding up the odds and ends, we have 300 million, and there is still 300 million left, and there is only one day left.

Zhehong is a loyal friend. Although he is a contractor and can earn some hard money, unfortunately, he has a brother who is a profligate debt collector with less than 150 deposits. At the same time, he cursed his younger brother.

Zhe has more ambitions than strength, all his savings are yesterday's turnover, and he is not stingy, he gave it all generously.

Xiao Yu sent [-] in the morning, borrowed another [-] from someone in the afternoon, and put a large stack of cash on the coffee table in the small hall.Bei Le was not there, Chen Yuejin accepted them all without hesitation.

Still not enough money!

It was going to be dark again in a blink of an eye, and as soon as it was light, the two-day deadline was up, and everyone in the room was anxious.Feng Qu accidentally thought of his second uncle, and called him cheekily.The second uncle was about to take Sheng Xu home, and was waiting at the airport, when he received a call, he gasped after asking for the details: "Tang, I think you should make two-handed preparations, raise money and call the police at the same time!"

"You're right, I told the boss..." Feng Qu had no intention of calling the police, so he agreed casually, and then begged: "Second Uncle, please borrow some money, we are really desperate."

"I didn't bring any money with me when I went out. When I get home, the bank will transfer the money to you as soon as it opens tomorrow morning. The time is too tight. I only have about 100 million cash in circulation..."

Before Feng Qu could thank you, the second uncle's mobile phone was snatched by Sheng Xu: "Brother Feng Qu, do you think my father is a gold mine owner? Asking for 100 million, who do you think you are?"

Feng Qu swallowed his anger: "I'm sorry, I borrowed money to save my life. It's not a last resort and I don't want to borrow from your father..."

"Okay, when will you pay it back?" Sheng Xu confronted each other, "With your work, when will you be able to pay back my dad's more than 100 million yuan?"

Feng Qu was dumbfounded: They were all in a panic, they only wanted to borrow, but they didn't expect to pay back—several million, how could they pay it back?

"Brat! Give me back the phone..." The second uncle snatched the phone angrily.

Sheng Xu didn't let his father succeed, he dodged from left to right and made a fool of himself: "Pay it back yourself, what's better about that sissy than my father? Wipe your eyes and see clearly..."

"Tsk, don't talk nonsense, you son of a bitch..." The second uncle was obviously old, and couldn't easily subdue his taller and stronger son, and he couldn't grab the phone for a long time.

Feng Qu regretted not turning down the volume of the phone, Chen Yuejin heard it all, and looked at him dully.His anger was "cracking" on the forehead, and if Sheng Xu was in front of him, he would definitely beat him to the ground!Taking a deep breath, he said coldly and threateningly, "One more word of nonsense, and I'll tell my second uncle that you drugged and raped me."

There was a long and terrifying silence on the other end of the phone. It turned out that the second uncle snatched the phone back, "You...what did you say?"

Looking at Chen Yuejin's expression, Feng Qu could guess the second uncle's expression. Instead of panic, he was surprisingly calm: "I'm sorry, second uncle, I thought it was Sheng Xu, I didn't want you to know."

The second uncle dropped his phone and punched his son furiously: "You bastard! What did you do to him?"

"Nothing...Dad? Dad..."

"You think I don't know who you are? I turn a blind eye to all the nasty things you do. I really spoil you! I'll beat you to death..."

"Dad! Don't believe him, Dad... Yes, yes, I have this plan, but..."

"You really did it? Huh? I knew you were not a good bird! Kill you to save trouble!"

"No, Dad...you listen to my explanation..."

The sound of chaotic fighting on the other end of the phone was so satisfying, Feng Qujie was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "I'll kill you!"

Chen Yuejin poked him weakly and bonyly with his thick fingers, saying: "Didn't the boss... rescue you back?"

Feng Qubai glanced over: "You want to talk too much?"

The second uncle called his son enough, picked up the phone and apologized: "I'm sorry for the candy, I'm sorry for you, my bastard son... Alas! Alas..."

Feng Qu put on airs and said: "Forget about the past, I'm not a little girl, it doesn't matter, I have the right to be bitten by a dog."

"I'll teach him a lesson when I go back, and I'll send you money tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Second Uncle," Feng Qu promised sincerely and gratefully, "I will definitely find a way to pay it back."

Bei Le went to make friends with old friends of various religions, went to many houses overnight, and returned to the King's Altar exhausted in the early morning, and threw a stack of banknotes, "Feng Qu, calculate how much is missing."

Jiang Zhaowei took the credit and counted the money, "I'll do it."

Bei Le disliked him for not knowing how to count to the year of the monkey, and threw him aside, "Don't make trouble."

Jiang Zhaowei awkwardly stood beside him, watching Feng Qu count the money—others were all 10,000+, hundreds of thousands of dollars to help Bei Le, but he was useless, he couldn't even count the money.

Feng Qu finished counting the money quickly, "Counting the 100 million that the second uncle Tianliang will transfer, there is still a shortfall of [-]."

It was just dawn, and Jiang Zhaofan was woken up by a hasty knock on the door. He thought it was the hotel attendant who asked him to renew his accommodation fee, so he put on his coat leisurely, and responded impatiently, "Here we come..."

A younger brother's voice came from outside the door: "Brother! Open the door, it's me!"

Jiang Zhaofan was overjoyed, and quickly opened the door, "Xiao Wei?"

Jiang Zhaowei stumbled and squeezed in the door, without even saying hello, he just said, "Brother, please lend me some money!"

These words were like pouring cold water on his face, Jiang Zhaofan wanted to cry, "What kind of tricks are you playing?"

"It's not playing tricks! My friend was kidnapped!" Jiang Zhaowei closed the door with his backhand, raised his head and begged pitifully: "Brother! It's true! Today is the deadline for the kidnappers to ask for a ransom! If they don't make it up, they will tear up the ticket! "

"Which friend?" Jiang Zhaofan was dubious.

"It's the friend who has something to do with the piano genius, don't you watch TV too? The paparazzi are still following them! The kidnappers kidnapped the piano genius and kidnapped him by the way!"

Having said that, Jiang Zhaofan believed more than half, "How much do you want to borrow?"

"Eighty thousand!"

Jiang Zhaofan laughed back angrily: "Hey, kidnapping a piano genius is only [-] yuan? Just make it up."

Jiang Zhaowei jumped anxiously: "The ransom is 600 million! The boss sold the entire store and borrowed money everywhere, and the shortfall is [-]. If you don't believe me, go to the King's Altar with me, it's all messed up!"

Only then did Jiang Zhaofan turn his face serious, and asked, "Why didn't you call the police?"

"It's just a waste of money to eliminate disasters, how dare you call the police!"

Jiang Zhaofan asked back: "You know so well that you can eliminate disasters if you lose money? In the past, the son of the director of the research institute was kidnapped. Didn't the ransom be torn up?"

"Then, what should we do?" Jiang Zhaowei turned pale.

"What should I do? Call the police while raising money!"

"The boss refuses!"

Jiang Zhaofan casually splashed cold water on his face and was about to go out. He babbled and reprimanded: "Tell your boss, indecision will kill that friend! Be sure to tell the police where the ransom is paid! The kidnappers are very cunning, how willing to take the risk of releasing the hostages?" The kidnapper asked the dean to put the ransom money in three places, but after taking away two places, there was no news! The child’s body was never found, and most likely it was thrown into the sea.”

Jiang Zhaowei was in a daze: If something happened in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, wouldn't Lord Belle die in pain?

Jiang Zhaofan took out his wallet and urged him, "Why don't you go get some money with me?"

"Brother..." Jiang Zhaowei ran after him and hugged him, and asked in a low voice, "Did you bring that much money?"

"You also know that brother is a moonlight with a dead salary. The family has spent almost all their savings to find you these years. I don't have much money on hand, so I can only cash out with a credit card." Jiang Zhaofan patted his head and said helplessly: "Oh , human life is at stake, let's go."

Jiang Zhaowei had a sour nose, and buried his face in his elder brother's arms, "This matter is over, I will listen to your arrangement and go home with you..." He knew that his elder brother valued him only because he valued his friends. Someone will be in danger, who has the compassionate heart to spare no effort to rescue a stranger who has only met once?