Inside the Panlong Hotel, another three days passed, and Bai Huaqing's mood, which had been light and carefree, began to grow increasingly irritable.
They live in one of the world's most expensive houses, yet they are subjected to enthusiastic service that is comparable to robbery.
Sometimes, the team's expenses can reach millions in a single day.
Anyone would feel like they were having their flesh ripped out if they had this happen to them.
Even though the Bai family is wealthy and powerful, they are not so wealthy that they don't care about tens of millions.
That's all real money; the room rate was renewed daily, and checks were being issued in quick succession.
Although the service fee was supposed to be on the books, he didn't plan to pay it back. He planned to sneak away after kidnapping Zhang Damao's family. Even if he couldn't escape, getting Zhang Damao would be a great deal compared to the hundreds of millions he had spent on Zhang Damao.
But as the stack of account books grew thicker and thicker, he still felt a little uneasy.
These waiters, though still enthusiastic, are getting increasingly ruthless with their tactics.
He dares to charge over a thousand yuan for a roll of toilet paper.
If this were in Hong Kong, he would definitely file a complaint with the price bureau first. Damn it, I've never seen such an outrageous price in the world.
Unfortunately, this wasn't Hong Kong, not his territory. Even if he had grievances, he didn't know where to turn for help. On Xiao Weiguo's turf, all his struggles were in vain.
Zhang Damao has completely stopped acting. Now they won't even let him in the door. If he gets really annoyed, Zhang Damao will hide in the Panlong Building to work, since he has an office there anyway.
Bai Huaqing couldn't find a single person.
Yaji has been gone for three or four days.
Looking at the time, it was already 11:40 a.m., and if nothing unexpected happened, the expensive lunch would be arriving soon.
Generally speaking, the food is much better than what you get outside, and Xiao Weiguo's waiters are quite conscientious. After all, the prices are really too high, and they really feel bad not putting their heart into making lunch.
A plate of beef stew with potatoes is worth more than a whole cow. How can you still have the nerve to cut corners?
While checking his watch, Bai Huaqing was secretly plotting something.
Last night, he gave Yaji the order to begin the operation. If it had succeeded, he should have received a reply by now.
He had already instructed his men to carry only essential items on their upper bodies, discarding anything else superfluous. As soon as they received news of Yaji's success, they were to flee immediately; he didn't believe a few mere security guards could stop them.
The services you owe me then, hmph, just you wait. Come to Hong Kong and collect your debt if you dare.
However, after waiting and waiting, he still hadn't received any news from Yaji, and by this time, he was starting to get restless.
Could it be that something happened to Yaji?
On the top floor of Panlong Building, in the chairman's office.
In the huge office, only Xiao Weiguo sat behind the boss's desk, lost in thought.
Jiao Bai has been out with Hu Haidong and his group for almost three days.
There has been no news at all so far.
Yesterday, he couldn't resist and asked Liu Changhe to contact the local police to inquire if any major cases had occurred.
After Liu Changhe made the call, he actually got some information.
It is said that a police officer surnamed Hu sent someone down the mountain to ask for help.
It was reported that a dozen or so thugs were planning to enter the mountains to kidnap civilians, and the local police had dispatched a large number of officers to provide support. As of the time Liu Changhe made the call, there had been no further news from them.
Xiao Weiguo was stunned when he heard Liu He's account.
Wasn't it just Yaji who secretly ran away? Where did these dozen or so thugs come from? Things took him by surprise again, making his mood suddenly heavy.
Since my rebirth, despite my best efforts, there are still many things that I cannot fully control.
For example, the time Liu Ye was kidnapped, and the time I almost lost my life at the hands of Zheng Shuang and her gang. It sounds like such things happening to a reborn person is a joke.
However, rebirth is just rebirth; it doesn't mean you suddenly become a god who can predict everything.
He simply had more memories of his past life than others; otherwise, he was just an ordinary person. He couldn't predict whether an accident or tomorrow would come first.
All he can do is continuously accumulate wealth, expand his network, and become stronger. He must do his best in the present moment.
Forcing himself to calm down, Xiao Weiguo carefully recalled everything that had happened in the past few days.
Finally, he concluded that the accident was not due to Bai Huaqing; he lacked the foresight to maintain a force outside the country that he himself was unaware of.
It must be Yaji; that person who came down from the battlefield is definitely not simple.
He transferred people from the port city or somewhere else to increase his own insurance coverage.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited until last night to take action. Before that, he was waiting for people, waiting until he had enough manpower before starting his operation.
Since Hu Haidong had already gone so far as to send someone for help, it meant the situation had reached its most critical moment. A night had passed, and there was still no news; Xiao Weiguo's heart was in his throat.
Jiao Bai was among them. Although he had considerable confidence in Jiao Bai's skills, this was no longer the era of cold weapons. No matter how good Jiao Bai's skills were, he might not be able to escape smoothly in the face of firearms.
Yes, he no longer expects the group that went there to complete the mission.
Xiao Weiguo was just thankful that they were able to escape safely.
Zhang Damao's matter can be dealt with later, but a person's life is only given once.
For a long time, Jiao Bai had been his own brother. He didn't want anything to happen to any of his brothers or sisters.
Money can be earned back, but losing a brother is a loss.
It was already noon, and Xiao Weiguo had no appetite to go home for lunch. His secretary, Fang Mei, brought in a few side dishes from the cafeteria.
Xiao Weiguo felt he had no appetite and waved her away. He sat alone by the phone, anxiously waiting for news.
Finally, the phone rang. Although the sound wasn't loud, it made his heart clench.
He jumped up from his chair, picked up the microphone, and put it to his ear.
"Hello!"
I excitedly called out "Hello?" A strange voice came through the receiver.
"Hello, is this XXX? This is your second uncle."
"Hold!"
Xiao Weiguo slammed down the phone.
I am your uncle.
He cursed inwardly at the guy who couldn't tell when to call the wrong number, and continued to lean back in his chair.
Unexpectedly, the phone rang again as soon as my hand left it.
Xiao Weiguo was enraged by this persistent guy.
"Fuck, get lost, I'm your grandpa."
Xiao Weiguo, who rarely curses people since becoming chairman, couldn't help but spit out a curse at the other party.
Why do you always cause trouble?
"Holy crap, Mr. Xiao, have you gotten yourself into a gunpowder keg?"
The voice that came through the phone was Hu Haidong's.
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