"Beep!" A text message.
Text message: To redeem this child, 100 million US dollars, please transfer to this private account: xxxxxx...
"Brother Han, why do you look so pale?"
Han Fei handed him the phone.
Henry was startled when he saw the photo, and gasped when he saw the amount.
How much liquid capital is in the group's account?
"Brother Han, let's call the police. There really isn't that much money in the account."
"Don't call the police yet. How much do you have on you?"
This isn't China; he doesn't trust the police here.
"Currently, the group's total funds amount to only 20 million m.
"Give it to me first."
"I'll make a call and discuss it with Billy and the others."
"good."
"Should we still go to the mine?"
"go."
Henry called Bill, Aaron, and Bill.
Upon learning that Xiao Laoliu had gone out with Anthony and had been kidnapped, the three men immediately agreed to use the company's money to rescue him, and they also transferred all the money from their own pockets to Han Fei.
One hundred million, or even just a few hundred million in gold, is still a far cry from the total amount that everyone could pool together.
Bill: "I'll go home and ask the old man for it. You guys wait!"
Billy: "I'll see if I can quickly sell my cruise ship and villa to raise the money!"
Aaron: "I asked my girlfriend to borrow it; her family is rich."
Henry: "Brother Han, don't worry, everyone has gone to raise money."
Han Fei took a deep breath: "Thank you."
On the way to the mine, the driver spotted a familiar car and asked, "Mr. Henry, that car looks like Mr. Anthony's."
"It's his car, speed up!"
"yes."
Han Fei and Henry got out of the carriage and came to Anthony's carriage, where they saw Anthony lying down beside it.
"Anthony!" Henry went up and patted Anthony's face, but he couldn't wake up no matter what he did.
"Take him to the hospital first," Han Fei said in a deep voice, looking towards the mining area.
"Brother Han, aren't you coming along?"
"I'll look for clues here, and when he wakes up, I'll ask him what happened and let him know as soon as possible."
"Okay, I understand. Be careful. I'll have the driver accompany you."
The driver was skilled in martial arts and was one of Henry's bodyguards. Henry left the driver behind and drove Anthony to the hospital himself.
“Mr. Han, the mine is just ahead, and we can’t go in. However, there are many stalls next to the mine that sell raw stones.”
Han Fei nodded and walked towards the raw stone stall.
He found a photo of the sixth child and asked each stall owner, "Have you seen this child before?"
With each shake of his head, Han Fei's heart sank to the bottom.
"I've seen it before!" Finally, Han Fei heard the heavenly sound.
"He and a gentleman bought seven rough stones from my stall, and I even saw them off to their car. Who are you to the child?"
“I am the child’s grandfather. Were there any suspicious people following them or watching them at the time?”
"Suspicious people? I didn't notice them. They got in the car and drove off. Did something happen?"
Han Fei shook his head: "Thank you."
After Han Fei walked away, a boy on a bicycle came over to deliver dinner to the stall owner.
"Jiao, do you remember the two customers who made that big deal today?"
The boy nodded: "One of the children is from the Dragon Kingdom."
“It seems something has happened. A Chinese man came looking for us, claiming to be the child’s grandfather. Judging from his demeanor… the child might be lost.”
The boy frowned: "Is the foreigner traveling with the child a kidnapper?"
"It shouldn't be. It probably happened after they left. Jiao, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings while I was carrying my things. You watched us leave. Was anyone following us, or giving us strange looks?"
The boy's eyes flickered between light and shadow: "I wasn't paying attention. I still have homework to do. I'm going home now."
"Don't overwork yourself. Your grades are already very good. You need to rest and play properly. Don't spend all your time studying and doing homework."
"Okay, I'll make sure I get some rest. I'll head back now."
"Go."
The boy rode his bicycle away, but instead of heading home, he took a detour to another place.
Jiao changed his surname to a foreigner's, got new parents, and started a new life. But he will never forget his time in China. His name in China is Guo Jiao. Jiao also means dumpling.
Starting with his great-grandmother, he ran a dumpling shop in his hometown. It looked simple, but it was very famous in the area. The craft was passed down from generation to generation until his father, when the shop became a famous century-old establishment.
Originally, the internet wasn't as developed, so their shop was only famous locally. But as the internet became more widespread, many travel and food bloggers traveled to various cities in search of local delicacies. Their dumpling shop was discovered by these bloggers, and subsequently, more and more people from other places started visiting the shop...
My father's business is getting better and better, and he's in high spirits. He bought a new electric tricycle, saying it will make it easier to get supplies in the future.
But it was this car that brought Jiao an indelible nightmare.
That afternoon, he went to his classmate's house to play games, unaware that leaving home for his classmate's house would be the last time he saw his family.
Standing before the ruins, looking at the charred and blackened corpses that had been carried out, he couldn't tell who they were.
Besides him, his father, mother, grandparents, and his newborn sister all died in the electric scooter battery explosion. The old building was flammable and explosive, and the fire was fierce. The firefighters who arrived did not have time to rescue people, and even the firefighters who rushed in almost did not come out alive.
From that day on, he became an orphan.
Later, he was adopted by his current foreign parents. They treat him very well. They know about his past, so they take extra care of him. During their time together, they are very careful and try not to mention his past. They even dare not buy dumplings for his family.
Originally, they wanted to remove the character "角" (jiao, meaning horn) to completely separate him from the past. However, he insisted on keeping the character because it was given to him by his grandmother, and he didn't want to lose it altogether.
He knew his foreign mother loved dumplings, and a while ago the supermarket had a promotion and even held a competitive eating contest, which his foreign mother participated in.
He knew that his foreign father also wanted dumplings, so he told his foreign mother that he wanted to eat dumplings. His foreign mother then bought dumplings from the supermarket and took advantage of a buy-five-get-five-free promotion, so she bought a whole ten bags of dumplings.
Actually, he wasn't interested in foreign dumplings. Back in China, he even found the frozen dumplings there unpalatable. He only liked the sauerkraut and pork dumplings his grandma made.
But……
The bicycle braked suddenly, and he gripped the handlebars tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging and his knuckles turning white.
The foreign mother cooked a lot of dumplings, and he tasted one out of politeness.
One bite was enough for him to be certain that the sauerkraut was made using his grandmother's unique method, a secret recipe that was never shared. Many people had come to ask about it, but his grandmother never told them.
How could... how could they be exactly the same!
This is the taste, there's absolutely no mistake!
They're all gone now, so how could the recipe for pickled cabbage be in a foreign country?
At that moment, he ate dumplings as if they were chewing wax, his back was covered in cold sweat, and a flame of hatred and anger was burning in his heart, just like the raging fire that had been set off that day.
What he once thought was an accident is no longer so simple. It was not an accident, but a premeditated murder and cover-up!
But the murderer probably didn't expect that there would be one who escaped the net.
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