"Yes, it's really a blessing for Kong Erniu and his team to work with a boss like that."

"It's a blessing to deal with landlords like this."

"Having such a granddaughter is like our ancestors burning incense for eight generations."

"......"

The surrounding area was filled with people praising Song Qingqing.

Upon hearing this, Song Ping'an straightened his back even more.

His face was also filled with unparalleled pride.

The old face seemed to be saying, "That's my granddaughter, that's my granddaughter."

On the other side, Song Qingqing, carrying a sack of cash, followed the other party's instructions and arrived at a bustling market.

However, after waiting for a long time, she still didn't get the contact person.

Just as Song Qingqing was feeling agitated, another letter was delivered to her.

The message said she had actually revealed the location of the transaction and asked if she had called the police.

Enraged, Song Qingqing tore up the letter on the spot and shouted at the bustling crowd, "Which of your eyes saw me do this?"

The next moment, everyone in the bustling city turned to look at Song Qingqing with strange eyes.

Song Qingqing awkwardly twisted her body, turning her back to these people.

Therefore, she did not see anyone acting suspiciously in the crowd.

Not long after, another letter was delivered to Song Qingqing.

Song Qingqing opened it and saw that it said to change the transaction location.

Having no other choice, Song Qingqing had to follow the other party's instructions and went to an abandoned factory.

Did you bring the money?

As soon as Song Qingqing appeared, questions rang out from upstairs.

Song looked up gently but saw nothing. "I brought it, exactly 500,000, no more, no less."

Where are my men?

Song Qingqing wanted to confirm Kong Rong's safety first.

As soon as she finished speaking, a group of hooded men appeared, escorting a disheveled Kong Rong.

The leader of this group was a man holding a watermelon knife.

Upon seeing Song Qingqing, Kong Rong was immediately moved to tears, sobbing, "Song Qingqing, from now on, I'll be yours in life and in death."

"....."

Song Qingqing was speechless. What kind of time is this to Kong Rong still have the mood to say such things? Is he possessed by a heroine from a Qiong Yao novel?

"Oh, so it's a mutual attraction, huh?" The masked man with the watermelon knife chuckled, then looked at Song Qingqing, "Throw the money over here, and we'll release her once we've confirmed it."

Song paused lightly and said, "Cash on delivery."

"Is this the time for you to negotiate with us? There are thirty of us and you're the only one. If you know what's good for you, just throw the money over."

"....."

Song Qingqing felt helpless; at this moment, she truly had nothing to negotiate with.

With a quick glance, Song Qingqing had an idea. Taking advantage of the moment she dropped the money, she lunged at the man holding the watermelon knife.

Because the incident happened suddenly, and because money was involved, Song Qingqing successfully kidnapped the man with the watermelon knife.

"Let us leave, and I'll set your brother free." Song Qingqing held a small knife against the carotid artery in the other man's neck.

But as soon as she finished speaking, the man holding the watermelon knife burst into laughter.

"Haha, brother, you should check if this money is real first. Don't worry about me."

This man is unbelievable; even on the verge of death, all he cares about is whether the money is real.

Song Qingqing was convinced, and tightened her grip on the knife.

At the same time, his gaze was fixed on the man in front of him who valued money over his life.

"Second Brother, it's true, it's definitely 500,000." One of the henchmen stepped forward, counted the money, checked it one by one, and answered.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing's heart skipped a beat. The next moment, she felt a stick pressed against the back of her head.

Oh no! We've fallen for their trap!

The person in your hand isn't the leader of this group, but rather the second-in-command?

So, is the person behind them the leader of these people?

"Leave both the money and yourself!" It was a rough male voice, sounding quite old.

But when the other person walked out of the crowd, Song Qingqing was stunned. He turned out to be a pretty, delicate-looking scholar.

Wait a minute, if this person is the boss, then who is the person behind her?

"I can stay, as long as you release Kong Rong, both I and the money are yours." Since they'd fallen for the trap, they had no choice but to play along.

If they give her a little time, she can turn the tide.

"You don't have a chance to negotiate now." The pale-faced scholar curled his lips, a mocking smile on his face.

Song Qingqing wasn't afraid and tightened her grip on the small knife in her hand: "Even if he's not your eldest brother, he's at least your second brother!"

You're trading him, who's like an older brother, for a high school boy who's of no use to you.

Even a primary school student could calculate this, right?

"Brother, don't worry about me. I have no complaints about sacrificing myself for everyone's happiness." The man holding the watermelon knife was still fearless.

"Fine, anyway, I probably won't have a good life if I fall into your hands, so I might as well take your second-in-command with me and die together."

Anyway, you people only care about money, not people.

Brotherhood is nothing but bullshit.

Money is always the best policy.

"Is that so?" Song Qingqing asked tentatively when she saw the pale-faced scholar's unpleasant expression.

Her words made the pale-faced scholar's expression even more unpleasant.

He rubbed his index finger and thumb together, and after a moment, smiled at Song Qingqing, "Do you think your hands are faster, or the gun on your head is faster?"

Song Qingqing wasn't afraid, because just now, when she said she wanted to die with their second brother.

The pale-faced scholar seemed to frown slightly, indicating that the other party's intention was not to kill her.

"If what you wanted was a corpse, then I would have become that corpse long ago, wouldn't I?"

The pale-faced scholar paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Interesting, indeed interesting. I didn't expect to find someone like you in such a remote place. This trip has been worthwhile."

After saying this, he beckoned to his men, signaling them to release Kong Rong.

Kong Rong, who swore he would live to be Song Qingqing's person and die to be Song Qingqing's ghost, would never agree to that!

Seeing that these people had released him, he turned around and pounced on Song Qingqing, grabbing her leg.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Qingqing slipped the note she had prepared beforehand into the other person's hand.

Kong Rong was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had been kicked away by Song Qingqing.

"Get out of here, right now, or I'll really get angry."

Everyone was stunned by Song Qingqing's anger, especially since the power of her kick had sent Kong Rong flying out of the factory.

Kong Rong even coughed up blood on the spot.

She thought to herself that Song Qingqing was really heartless.

Fortunately, the fall brought Kong Rong to his senses. He got up, took one last deep look at Song Qingqing, and then left.

After Kong Rong left, Song spoke softly, "I've already agreed to go with you, could you please ask the guy behind me to leave?"

Who exactly is the person behind her?