Chapter 65 They were tied up together
Sweating profusely, Hu Dahu said in a panic, "Boss, then... should I send this little kid back?"
Scarface glared at him: "What nonsense are you spouting? Sending this doll back now would be giving the police something to use against us!"
"Boss, what should we do?"
"Tie them all up."
Scarface smirked, his long scar on his face turning menacing: "Since you snatched this little kid from Miss Zhang, even if he's not from the Zhang family, he must be some young master from another family. Tying one up is fine, tying up two is fine too, perfect, we can extort more money from him."
"Boss, isn't this too much?" Hu Dahu asked nervously. "We originally planned to ask for a million silver dollars."
"What's a million?"
The scarred man sneered, "The Zhang family is one of the richest families in Haicheng. They have plenty of money. These businessmen could easily make enough for us to live a life of luxury by just a little bit of it slipping through their fingers. For the sake of their young master's life, even if they don't want to pay, Miss Zhang will definitely pay."
"After all, he's Miss Zhang's only brother, and she cherishes him dearly."
"Besides, this million will have to be divided among Young Master Zhang. We might not even get a third of it."
At this point, Scarface spat out a curse: "We did all the dirty work, while that young master had it easy, eliminating his rivals and getting so much money for nothing. All of us brothers will have to hide out there after it's done. When the money is divided, how much will each of us get?"
But things are different now; every additional doll means an additional ransom.
He looked at the little baby who had been mistakenly tied up in front of him. The baby was fair-skinned and tender, with soft, fluffy flesh. It was clear that the baby had grown up in luxury and was nurtured by money.
If he's not a child of the Zhang family, he must be a big merchant in Haicheng.
This ransom money doesn't need to be shared with Young Master Zhang.
Scarface grinned smugly: "After we pull off this big job, we're all going to be rich."
...
Mao Mao was also tied up and thrown into the side room, where she sat next to Zhang Jingsen.
The two tied-up children were less than ten years old combined, and when stacked up they weren't even as tall as a door panel, so there was no fear of them escaping.
Scarface closed the door to the side room and ignored them.
Zhang Jingsen had been crying all day. Now, seeing a familiar person, a younger sister who was even younger than him, he felt a surge of responsibility as an older brother and stopped sobbing.
"Little Mao Mao, don't be afraid," Zhang Jingsen said, choking back tears. "I...I will protect you!"
Mao Mao blinked and said obediently, "Brother, I'm not afraid."
"It's good that you...you're not afraid."
After a while, Zhang Jingsen started sobbing softly again, making a sound like a kettle boiling: "But...but I'm so scared...boohoo!"
Mao Mao comforted him, "Brother, don't cry."
"Okay, okay, I won't cry anymore... Waaah!"
Zhang Jingsen couldn't hold back any longer; tears streamed down his chubby cheeks, wetting the collar of his suit jacket.
Mao Mao lingered and moved closer to him, sitting next to him with her small body. Her warm body temperature seemed to comfort him.
"Brother, didn't you go home?"
"Waaah—" Zhang Jingsen cried and hiccuped, saying between sobs, "I, I also want to go out and play. My sister takes you to play, but she doesn't take me... My older brother asked me if I wanted to go to the movies... Waaah!"
Zhang Jingshu took him home and instructed the driver to keep a close eye on him and not let him go out.
Normally, a child this young couldn't go out on his own even if he wanted to. But when he threw a tantrum at home, his older brother kindly offered to take him out. The young master spoke up, and the driver couldn't stop him.
What danger could there be if I went out with my own brother?
"My older brother went to buy movie tickets and told me to wait for him... and then I was arrested!"
Zhang Jingsen burst into tears, crying, "I want to go home! I'm never going out again! Waaaaaah!"
"Brother, don't cry."
"I'm sorry, Mao Mao, I couldn't help it, waaaaah!"
"elder brother……"
"Waaaah—"
Maomao: "..."
Mao Mao shifted her little bottom and sat a little to the side.
She tilted her head and rubbed her buzzing ears with her shoulder.
After a long while, Zhang Jingsen's emotions gradually calmed down.
He sniffled and asked, sobbing, "Little sister Mao Mao, we've been kidnapped by bad guys, aren't you scared?"
Mao Mao shook her head: "I'm not afraid."
"Little Mao Mao, you're so brave." Zhang Jingsen looked at her with envy: "They look so scary, aren't you afraid of them?"
"Don't be afraid."
"They have guns! Did you see them?"
Mao Mao said calmly, "My brother has one too."
Zhang Jingsen was stunned.
Mao Mao's older brother has a gun that he carries on his waist every day.
Not only did Mao Mao see it every day, but she also touched it several times. In fact, her older brother even gave her a bullet, which became her toy.
Every few days, she gets to handle a real gun, and even when Scarface points a gun at her face, Mao Mao isn't afraid.
"Brother, don't be afraid, my brother will come to save us." Mao Mao said earnestly, "My brother is amazing!"
Zhang Jingsen stared blankly at her, gradually calming down as he was infected by her calm demeanor.
He moved closer to his younger sister, even though he was two years older, he was now relying on her.
"Little sister Mao Mao, what do we do now?"
Mao Mao looked down at her round little belly.
Her round little face gradually turned serious.
"Hmm...I'm a little hungry!"
...
The Marshal's Mansion.
The phone rang just as the concubines finished their mahjong game for the day.
Xia Xiaoxiang was holding a needle and threading it through a piece of cloth, teaching the third concubine how to sew up a hole.
"Like this... and like this again..." She quickly sewed up a hole in Mao Mao's clothes with her needle and thread, and even embroidered a small flower on it: "That's it."
The third concubine stared wide-eyed, "Wait, how is it done?"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "You don't wear tattered clothes anyway, why would you want to learn this?"
Third concubine: "Mind your own business!"
The third concubine said again, "Do it again, but this time be a little slower."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "Oh..."
Lou Dashuai returned home early today. As soon as he entered the door, he wanted to get close to his beloved daughter, but to his surprise, Mao Mao was not home.
"Going out to play?"
He couldn't find anyone, so he walked around with his hands behind his back, then sat down on the sofa with an air of nonchalance and looked around.
I'm used to having a little girl running and jumping around in the house, and when I suddenly don't see her, I always feel like something is missing.
Lou Dashuai said with some regret, "Sigh, it's just watching a movie, I could have gone with her."
"Dad, let's not do it," Lou Yansui said. "You're so busy, we can play with Mao Mao."
Lou Yansui had a stack of manuscript papers on his lap. It was a short story he had just written. The story of Maomao and Maomao had a new development, and he planned to read it to his sister when she got home.
Lou Dashuai put on a stern face: "Even if I'm busy, I still have time to play with Mao Mao."
Just then, the maid rushed over, holding the phone in a panic: "Sir, it's a call from the police station."
"Police station?"
Lou Dashuai, completely bewildered, took the microphone: "Hello?"
After the other person said something, Lou Dashuai suddenly stood up.
"What did you say?!"
Lou Dashuai's face suddenly darkened, his expression so grim it seemed like water could be wrung out of it: "Mao Mao has been kidnapped?!"
Everyone in the living room looked up abruptly. Xia Xiaoxiang's needle wobbled, the tip piercing deep into her finger.
With a loud "bang," a heavy sound rang out.
Everyone turned around abruptly and saw the wheelchair overturned to the side, manuscripts scattered all over the ground, and Lou Yansui lying on the ground, his face turning deathly pale.
He seemed to remember something, and his two arms, which were supporting him on the ground, began to tremble with fear. His pupils dilated violently, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.
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