Chapter 62: Money for Life
In the suburbs, inside an abandoned factory.
Yu Zhi was tied tightly to an iron chair, her eyes covered with a black cloth. The silence around her was infinitely magnified, and hearing became her most acute sense at the moment.
The crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground echoed in the empty factory building and finally stopped a few steps away from her.
The next second, the black blindfold was suddenly pulled off.
The glaring light made her squint subconsciously, and it took her a moment to adjust before she could see her surroundings clearly.
There were rusty steel frames piled everywhere, cobwebs in the corners, and the air was filled with a strange smell of dust and engine oil.
On the iron frame opposite her, a woman in an exquisite dress was leaning against the wall. Her makeup was meticulous and she wore a luxurious silver necklace inlaid with expensive crystals around her neck, which was out of place in this dilapidated environment.
It was Song Chuyin.
"You can even incite rebellion in Organization X. I really underestimated you."
If that person hadn't reminded her in time, she would have been the one in trouble.
Yu Zhi's eyes darkened slightly. If nothing unexpected happened, it must be the news that leaked from Organization X.
It seems that the person behind this is not simple, as he can reach so far.
Song Chuyin approached in high heels and stopped in front of Yu Zhi, looking down at her. A complex emotion surfaced between her delicate eyebrows. "You know what? There was a time when I was really jealous of you."
Yu Zhi has been a pampered young lady since she was young. Even when the Yu family later experienced changes, the Pei family protected her and ensured that she had no worries about food and clothing and lived a carefree life.
But she lives in dire straits all the time, suffering from illness, unable to grasp what she wants, and always being passively abandoned.
God is so unfair.
Yu Zhi raised her eyes and deliberately followed her lead, her tone somewhat nonchalant: "Oh? So you are... jealous and hateful, and you kidnapped me specifically for revenge?"
"Am I sick for such a trivial matter?" Song Chuyin sneered, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the pearl buttons on the hem of her skirt. "Yu Zhi, don't blame me. I just want to earn a way out for myself."
The next second, Song Chuyin called Pei Yuezhou in front of Yu Zhi.
The moment the call was connected, Song Chuyin pressed the hands-free button. Pei Yuezhou's breathing came through the receiver, as heavy as if ice was pressing down on him.
"What do you want?" His voice was emotionless, but it carried a sense of oppression as if a storm was about to come.
Song Chuyin tightened her grip on the phone, straightening her back to make her voice sound calmer. "Two hundred million."
Yu Zhi blinked her eyes and said, "Sister, you kidnapped me just for money?"
This is really outrageous.
"Although I shouldn't laugh at her simple wish, considering your husband's wealth, isn't it a bit disrespectful of your worth for her to ask for so little?"
Yu Zhi: “…”
Pei Yuezhou agreed without a doubt: "I can transfer the money now."
Song Chuyin: "Do you think I'm stupid? With so much money coming in all at once, the bank won't be keeping an eye on me. I want cash, no consecutive numbers, delivered to Warehouse No. 3 at the West City Pier within an hour."
Xiaoshui couldn't help but say: "That's quite professional. This is much more convincing than your previous performances on missions."
Yu Zhi: “…”
Please don't criticize others and praise others, okay? Is this something to be proud of?
Song Chuyin threatened fiercely, "I know she has a tracking device on her. Even if you surround this place, it doesn't matter. It's best not to act rashly!"
Yu Zhi sighed inwardly.
He even knew about the watch Pei Yuezhou gave him. His informants are well-informed.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, so long that Song Chuyin's heartbeat became increasingly panicked, before his cold and hard voice came: "Okay. But I want to hear her speak."
Song Chuyin leaned over and put the phone to Yu Zhi's mouth, with a warning look in her eyes.
Yu Zhi spoke lazily into the receiver, deliberately dragging out her tone: "Hello, Mr. Pei."
There was no trace of panic or fear in her tone that a kidnapped person should have.
"Are you hurt?" Pei Yuezhou's voice was tense, like a fully drawn bowstring.
"I'm not missing any limbs," Yu Zhi paused, her eyes sweeping across Song Chuyin's face, her words veiled in meaning, "It's just that being invited to the wilderness to enjoy the scenery is a bit boring."
Song Chuyin's face darkened, and she suddenly put the phone away: "Did you hear that? He's very nice. Remember, before 8pm, no waiting after that."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and threw it on the iron rack next to him, making a slight "clang" sound.
"Aren't you afraid of him using force?" Yu Zhi looked at her profile, which was pretending to be calm, and said slowly, "You should know Pei Yuezhou's methods better than me."
"He doesn't dare." Song Chuyin turned around, a hint of paranoia flashing in her eyes, "If he cares about you, he will always have a soft spot."
[Wow, she said you are your husband's weak spot.]
The smile in Yu Zhi's eyes was somewhat ambiguous: "Then I wish you good luck."
Before the rope around her wrist loosened, Yu Zhi calmly grasped both ends.
Song Chuyin looked at the time on her watch. It was almost time. The man had promised her that a private plane would pick her up as soon as it was past eight o'clock.
The dust in the air seemed to have stagnated, only the old wall clock was ticking, striking at everyone's tense nerves.
Yu Zhi moved her fingers quietly, feeling the cold touch hidden in the boot.
At this moment, Pei Yuezhou's convoy was speeding on the road outside the factory.
Lin Zhi, sitting in the passenger seat, reported in a low voice, "Sir, the location shows that my wife is inside. Five suspicious vehicles have been spotted within three kilometers. They must be the spies arranged by Song Chuyin."
Pei Yuezhou clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles bulged.
He looked at the abandoned factory getting closer and closer, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
Two hundred million, right?
Just consider it as money to buy Song Chuyin's life.
**
As the sky gradually darkened, Song Chuyin's anxiety crawled all over her face like vines. The frequency of her pacing became faster and faster, and the sound of her high heels rolling over gravel also carried a bit of irritation.
Yu Zhi suddenly spoke, breaking the silence: "Come here for a moment, I have something to tell you."
Song Chuyin paused and glanced at her warily: "If you have anything to say, just say it right there."
Yu Zhi lied calmly, "It's inconvenient to say this. It's about Song Chuhe. Don't you want to know why he cares about me so much?"
Song Chuyin frowned slightly, and her expression changed.
After a moment of silence, she suppressed her doubts and walked over. She stood a few steps away from Yu Zhi and said in a cold and hard voice, "You'd better not play tricks."
"How could that be?" Yu Zhi tilted her head, her expression innocent. "Your people are everywhere here. Even if I have extraordinary abilities, how can I turn the world upside down?"
These words seemed to make Song Chuyin completely let down her guard.
She took another half step forward and was about to ask further questions when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a strong force.
Before she could scream, Yu Zhi's elbow locked the back of her neck tightly, and at the same time, a cold black gun barrel was firmly pressed against her temples.
"Don't move." Yu Zhi's voice instantly lost all its nonchalance, and became as cold as ice. "You should know that the probability of my gun going off accidentally is much more reliable than your patience."
Song Chuyin's whole body froze, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back.
She never imagined that Yu Zhi, who had been tied up for so long, actually had a gun hidden, and she never expected that she could break free from the restraints so quickly.
"You...when did you..." Her voice trembled and her teeth chattered.
Yu Zhi ignored her surprise and pressed the barrel of the gun against her head even harder. She shouted at the burly man hiding in the dark, "Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll send your employer to hell!"
Several figures in the shadows froze, and ultimately did not dare to act rashly. They walked out angrily, not daring to point the weapons in their hands at Yu Zhi.
Yu Zhi glanced at them from the corner of her eyes, and the arm that was locked around Song Chuyin's neck tightened a little: "Untie the rope on my ankles, and move slowly."
Song Chuyin was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe and could only wave vaguely at her subordinates.
A strong man came forward and carefully untied the hemp rope on Yu Zhi's feet.
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