Chapter 243 The Value of the Little Brown Bottle
Rick took an aggressive step forward, clearly not someone to be trifled with. "That won't do. So many things are damaged, what if you run away?"
Feng Ge was furious: "We are here to save people. Besides, the car owner is not us, but him."
Rick followed Feng Ge's hand and looked at the driver with disdain: "Him? A pauper."
Chu Qiao didn't intend to dwell on it any further. It was true that the hotel facilities were damaged, but compared to the casualties, this was already the smallest loss.
"How much do you want?"
"Oh, let me calculate it for you."
The pain in Chu Qiao's back was becoming more and more obvious. The muscles and nerves in his body were originally in a tense state and he didn't feel much, but now they were gradually waking up and sending pain signals to his brain.
"This sofa is made of fine calfskin and is worth over 300,000 yuan. I broke four of these chairs, each worth 50,000 yuan..."
Rick was calculating meticulously, and Feng Ge's eyes widened as he listened: "Are you trying to rob me?"
Chu Qiao said calmly: "How much is it in total?"
Rick: "3 million, not more, not less, just right."
When Feng Ge heard the amount, she took a deep breath. These things were indeed expensive, but not so exaggerated. She didn't know the value of them, but when she thought of Chu Qiao's injury, Feng Ge compromised. Just as she was about to speak, Chu Qiao held her hand.
Chu Qiao snorted coldly: "Really? I can give it to you, but it's not a small amount. It's not very safe to trade like this in public."
Rick's eyes lit up: "Of course, please."
Brother Feng leaned over to Chu Qiao and whispered, "These people are taking advantage of the situation to extort money."
Chu Qiao shook his head: "We'll act according to circumstances."
As he spoke, Rick led the two of them to the depths of the corridor on the first floor.
At this time, the special car waiting for Chu Qiao was still parked on the side of the road across the street. Behind the black glass, Master Liu stared blankly at the broken door of the hotel, holding Chu Qiao's photo in his hand, and watched her being taken away by the hotel staff.
Zhao Xiao was feeling restless in the bank. This was her first time serving her sponsor, and she was afraid that if she didn't provide good service, the sponsor would withdraw all her money.
He had told the driver in advance that he must call him when he picked up the person, but the agreed time had passed and the phone didn't ring.
Zhao Xiao couldn't help it and called Master Liu.
Master Liu shuddered: "Manager Zhao."
"Have you picked up Miss Chu Qiao?"
The corners of Master Liu's mouth twitched, and it took him a long time to put together a complete sentence: "Well, this is a bit unexpected. They seem to have caused trouble."
Zhao Xiao became nervous: "What's wrong?"
"It seems that he banged down the door of the hotel in order to save someone."
Zhao Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. Money was a piece of cake for Chu Qiao. But he immediately became nervous again: "Are you hurt?"
Old Liu shook his head: "I'm not sure. I can't see what's going on inside the hotel."
"Just wait right here. Don't go anywhere else. Do whatever Miss Chu asks you to do. Your mission will not be completed until you send Miss Chu on the plane."
After Zhao Xiao finished speaking, he hung up the phone and immediately sent a text message to Chu Qiao.
[Ms. Chu, I'm very sad to learn about this accidental discovery. Do you need medical assistance?]
Chu Qiao glanced at the taxi driver behind him who was scratched by a taxi and replied with two words: Need.
Chu Qiao turned off his phone and was led into a dimly lit corner. There was a secret door there that was difficult to find if you didn't look carefully.
Rick pressed the password and the door slowly opened. Chu Qiao followed behind cautiously, carefully observing the corners of the room. The red light flickered slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Rick crossed his arms and looked at Chu Qiao indifferently: "It's very safe here. Do you want to transfer money or swipe your card, Ms. Chu?"
Chu Qiao originally wanted to pay the money and leave, but she suddenly touched the small bottle in her pocket.
Chu Qiao was alert. She fumbled in her pocket and took out not a bank card or a mobile phone for transferring money, but the brown bottle.
"Is this worth 3 million?"
Rick obviously didn't expect Chu Qiao to take out a bottle of essential oil. He clenched his fists and lowered them to the table: "Miss Chu, are you kidding us?"
Chu Qiao looked at his threatening gesture and said with a smile, "Of course not."
Chu Qiao walked towards the camera in a corner: "You may not know its value, but someone knows it, right?"
On the other side of the screen, a man looked at the essential oil that Chu Qiao took out, his expression seemingly calm.
He turned to his assistant, "Are you sure this woman did it?"
The assistant nodded: "Yes, I will definitely not make a mistake. This woman is very popular in Beidou Country."
The man stroked the newly sprouted stubble on his chin, thinking about something.
The assistant suddenly whispered, "Do you want it?"
"No need for that. A public figure disappearing in Wo Country will inevitably attract a lot of attention, which will be disadvantageous to us."
"Well, if we just let her go, what if she goes out and talks nonsense?"
The man waved his hand, picked up the microphone, and slowly said: "Rick, don't get entangled with her. Let her put down the 1 million and leave. As for the things in her hand, do as you please."
After saying that, the red light of the camera suddenly went out, and Rick walked towards Chu Qiao: "Leave one million, Miss Chu, this is the final concession."
"It seems that this thing is not worth the price."
Rick: "You can keep this thing for yourself. It's worthless here."
Chu Qiao raised the corner of his mouth: "Brother Feng, where is my phone?"
Feng Ge: "Do you really want to give it to him?"
Chu Qiao nodded, turned on his phone, and transferred the money.
Feng Ge pushed Rick away and said, "A good dog doesn't block the road. Get out of the way. We need to go to the hospital."
As soon as I walked out of the door, Brother Feng slammed the door shut.
"Do you want to die?" Rick's furious voice came from the other side of the door. His nose was red and swollen.
Under the dim light in the stairwell, Brother Feng covered his mouth and laughed secretly.
Chu Qiao had a serious expression on his face and walked very slowly.
Feng Ge: "What's wrong?"
Chu Qiao shook his head, looked at the camera in the corridor, and waved: "The hotel service is very good. Goodbye."
Chu Qiao had just finished speaking when Brother Feng dragged him away, still nagging: "Goodbye, I won't come again. Let's go to the hospital quickly. You've lost a lot of blood."
"Those people have hearts made of stone. Can't they wait until they get to the hospital?"
"And he even extorted a million. Damn it."
Chu Qiao listened to Feng Ge's mumbling, raised his eyes, and let her support him as he walked out of the hotel.
As soon as they arrived at the hotel entrance, they were stopped again. This time it was not someone from the hotel, but the taxi driver.
The driver looked at Chu Qiao, opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Brother Feng's eyes widened: "What do you mean by blocking the road? You're not like those guys, trying to extort money, are you?"
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