Lin Bozhong finally got an address from the middleman and came here by passing through the rusty iron gate of the abandoned factory.
All around were dilapidated machines and mountains of waste, and the air was filled with an old and decaying smell. But hidden in this desolation was a secret trading place that no one knew about—the lair of an underground criminal gang that sold human organs.
If it weren't for the Lin family having some connections, who would have been able to find this place?
The organ trade is something the poor can't afford; the poor can only wait to die. These are activities that only the rich can afford.
Here, there are no laws to restrain you, only the exchange of interests and the devaluation of life.
Lin Bozhong understood very well that the reason he was able to stand here was entirely due to the extensive network of connections he had built, and that those taboos that were inaccessible through official channels had become commodities with clearly marked prices here.
The factory interior had been simply renovated. Under the dim lights, a group of disheveled people with cold eyes sat or stood. Among them were burly men covered in tattoos and with bulging muscles, as well as seemingly weak but sharp-eyed underlings.
An oppressive and uneasy atmosphere permeated the air, as if even breathing could trigger sensitive nerves here.
Lin Bozhong tried his best to appear calm, but his inner panic was hard to hide.
A henchman wearing sunglasses walked slowly towards them, his pace unhurried, as if each step was calculated to be rhythmic, exuding an unquestionable sense of authority.
The younger brother held a thick photo album in his hands. The cover was so worn that its original color was no longer visible, but the contents inside were shocking—it contained vivid faces, each accompanied by a brief description recording their nationality, age, health condition, and "price."
Behind these faces are illegal immigrants who have been stripped of their dignity and freedom and reduced to tools for others' salvation. Most of them come from distant countries, far from their homes, hoping to find new hope in this land, but instead have fallen into deeper despair.
Lin Bozhong took the photo album with trembling hands, turning the pages one by one, extremely excited. Seeing these photos, he knew his grandson was saved.
Some of these foreigners still had a lingering longing for the future in their eyes, while others had an empty look in theirs, as if their souls had been emptied out.
He suppressed his discomfort and asked, "Do you know which one is more important?" His tone was tinged with urgency and helplessness. The "more important" he referred to was the quality of the organ, the only chance he could offer his grandson to survive.
The younger brother smirked, his smile filled with indifference and disdain: "Which one is better? That will cost more, because the team has also installed surveillance cameras over there. Choosing a donor based on the surveillance footage will be more expensive."
His words were devoid of any warmth, as if he were talking about something utterly ordinary.
Lin Bozhong felt a pang of anxiety. He knew he had no way out and was willing to pay any price for his grandson.
So Lin Bozhong quickly took out another five thousand yuan from his pocket, the brand-new banknotes reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.
The younger brother took the money, blew on it lightly as if inspecting the results, and then led Lin Bozhong to a secret room deep inside the factory.
Inside the sealed room, a large television was prominently displayed, playing secretly filmed videos. The scenes depicted were horrifying—the selected donors were imprisoned in a small, dark space, and their every movement and struggle was recorded for buyers to choose from.
Lin Bozhong stared intently at the screen, his heart pounding and his breathing becoming rapid.
He had to choose carefully, because it wasn't just about money, but also about his grandson's life.
After a long period of observation and comparison, Lin Bozhong finally selected a donor, a young foreign man who, despite his haggard appearance, still had an indomitable spirit shining in his eyes.
Lin Bozhong prayed silently, hoping that this decision would bring good results.
With the donor chosen, the next step is to pay the deposit.
Fifty thousand yuan is a huge sum for ordinary people, but for Lin Bozhong, it is only a small part of his eagerness to save his grandson.
He handed over the money without hesitation, as if he were gambling with no turning back.
"Give me another 100,000 during the surgery, and it'll be settled." The younger brother's words were like a cold verdict, but they were also the only glimmer of hope in Lin Bozhong's heart.
He nodded without saying much; for his grandson, any amount of money was worth it.
This gang is the organ trafficking group that strikes fear into the hearts of foreigners; they specifically target foreigners.
Why target these foreigners? Because they're undocumented and unemployed. Even if they're discovered, it won't be a big problem, since they have no legal status. If they're killed, so be it.
And the foreigners were also acting recklessly on that side, so this can be considered revenge for the country.
Furthermore, Chinese people nowadays have a particular fondness for things that others possess, such as kidneys. For example, a Chinese person might own a mobile phone with the same kidney, while a foreigner's phone would cost tens of thousands of yuan.
Since those people are valuable, we should definitely go for it.
What should we do?
Those foreigners were very capable, so we had to find an opportunity to put them in black bags and tie them up before bringing them back.
The last person Young Master Du took a liking to was handled in the same way, but since Young Master Du offered a lot, he openly kidnapped her.
Even if that guy's girlfriend reports it to the police, they won't take it into account because foreigners are not popular here.
And their numbers are increasing, causing a great impact on the local people.
So even if they sold that kid in his wet clothes, nothing would happen to him.
It's very safe, and the people here have become bolder.
So they even secretly photographed those people's albums, and then gave them to customers to choose from. Whichever one the customer liked, they could just go and kidnap them.
This time, Lin Bozhong only wanted that thing, so he definitely wouldn't sell it. The money wasn't enough. If a client took a fancy to other organs, then they would act together.
We'll definitely have to wait.
The schedule is very tight right now because there aren't many doctors. Liu Renjie can only perform three to five surgeries a day, and he usually gives priority to wealthy patients.
The team needs other outstanding doctors to join, and they are currently recruiting with substantial salaries.
No one expected that such a gang actually existed, and that it was quite large.
There's nothing they wouldn't dare to do.
As long as the customer has a need, everything can be fulfilled.
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East of Binhai Avenue.
Hu Qian stood in front of a building. The boss didn't want to spend money to rent an office, so he couldn't find one that was too expensive. But the company was so big and had so much business, it couldn't always work outside.
So I found this place.
Now we have to wait for the boss's decision. If the boss agrees, then we'll rent this place.
Zhang Fan got out of the car and looked at the building in front of him.
A twin-tower complex will be built next to this area in the future, becoming one of the landmarks of the waterfront.
This place is quite nice.
"How much is it?"
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