Chapter 256 If I say one, two, three, you kill him!

May 6, midnight.

The phone at home kept ringing.

Lin Wanxia was startled, and even Xingxing sat up rubbing his eyes.

"It's okay, go to sleep! I'll go answer the phone." Lin Wanxia coaxed Xingxing to lie down, and got up from the bed and walked to the living room.

As soon as she picked up the receiver, she heard Lei Yanjun's anxious voice, "Lin Wanxia, ​​come and save me!"

Lin Wanxia suddenly woke up, "Lei Yanjun? Where are you? What happened?" "

My car was seized. They want 30,000 yuan in ransom. I have it at home, please help me go to my house." The one

who wants the ransom is definitely not the official.

Lin Wanxia breathed a sigh of relief.

The 1980s was the world of the opportunists.

You can make a fortune by transporting special products from the south to the north, and you can make another fortune

by transporting things from the north to the south. Like Lei Yanjun, he transports seafood to the inland, and then transports things from the inland back, making money on both ends.

How much money can he make?

At the beginning of the year, Lei Yanjun bought a second-hand truck.

He bought it by himself without Lin Wanxia's help.

Don't look at second-hand trucks. Our country's industry is not developed now, cars are expensive, and second-hand trucks can cost 50,000 or 60,000 yuan.

This is just one year of transportation.

Most of the time in the first year was spent opening up the market to find suitable sources of goods. This year's profits will only double, and maybe more than double.

Transportation is profitable, especially for people like Lei Yanjun who do almost one-stop reselling.

But it is also dangerous.

First of all, speculation or smuggling are serious crimes, and those caught will be sentenced.

Lin Wanxia has checked the relevant regulations. Speculation is not only a characteristic crime in the 1960s, but also exists now.

Theoretically, in the face of reform and opening up, making money from the price difference of commodities in different regions should not be considered a crime of speculation.

But transporting a large amount of tobacco from the south to the north is speculation or smuggling.

As the economy grows wildly, darkness also grows wildly.

Most of the educated youth who returned to the city in the late 1970s did not have a job.

State-owned factories were overcrowded.

In such a situation, a group of young people with low education but vigorous energy and fearlessness can easily go astray.

For example, they become the "hooligans" that people hate.

Hooliganism is not a profession, they also need to survive.

You can't take your younger brothers to beg for food.

Even if they want to beg for food, they won't beg on the street. On the contrary, they have to maintain their reputation as gangsters and rob people on the street.

Lei Yanjun was probably unlucky enough to be targeted by some gangsters.

Lin Wanxia asked for the address.

Lei Yanjun gave a rough place name.

It's called Zhou City.

A city that Lin Wanxia had never heard of. It was probably a fictional city made up by the author of this book.

Lin Wanxia jumped on the motorcycle, got off again, went back to the house and called Chen Manshu.

She didn't know how far Zhou City was, and she was afraid that riding the motorcycle for too long would be bad for the baby. If she had a miscarriage or something, she would regret it.

Lin Wanxia agreed with Chen Manshu on the time and place to meet, and knocked on Grandpa Sun's door, entrusting Xingxing to them.

Then she set off on the motorcycle.

In the middle of the night, there was no car for her to call in the island city.

Fortunately, it only took a few hours of riding to meet up with Chen Manshu.

When Lin Wanxia arrived at the place, it was already daybreak, and the newsstand on the roadside had already started business.

She bought a map and flipped through it for a long time before finding Zhoushi.

Zhoushi is in Lin Province, and it takes more than six hours to drive there.

In addition, Lin Wanxia and Chen Manshu were not used to not having a navigation system, so they stumbled and walked for eight hours before reaching Zhoushi.

Zhoushi has a rugged terrain, and Lei Yanjun was detained on a newly built highway on the outskirts of the city. Half of the eight tires of the car were dented.

Lei Yanjun squatted on the side of the road with a bitter face.

He was surrounded by a group of "big brothers" and "big sisters" on motorcycles.

It's far worse than the "Shamatte" era.

There is nothing special about it.

Chen Manshu commented quietly.

Lin Wanxia agreed. The "big brothers" all had middle-parted hair, commonly known as the "traitorous" hair style.

The "big sisters" were a little better, wearing tight pants or skirts.

There were a group of more than ten people, but only two had tattoos.

Compared with the 80s generation of the Killing Matt era, they were really pure.

When Lei Yanjun saw Lin Wanxia getting off the car, he stood up with tears in his eyes and was about to rush to Lin Wanxia.

He was pulled back by the collar, "Want to run?! Squat down."

Lei Yanjun's face was bruised and swollen, and it seemed that he had been beaten before making the call.

He squatted down with his head in his hands as if it was a conditioned reflex.

Chen Manshu said in disgust: "Where did you find a partner? It's too cruel, isn't it?"

Lin Wanxia: "..."

Lei Yanjun looked at Chen Manshu resentfully, and dared not say a word, but his expression was straightforward: Are you polite?

Chen Manshu pulled Lin Wanxia and protected her behind him. When they passed by, he whispered, "What are you doing in such a hurry, you pregnant woman?!"

Lin Wanxia: "..."

Then Lin Wanxia watched Chen Manshu, who was more like an older sister than her, stand in front with her hands on her hips, "What do you want?"

The leading thug frowned subconsciously when he saw that Chen Manshu and Lin Wanxia were both prettier and thinner. He wanted to say something, but swallowed it back when he saw Chen Manshu's red car parked on the side of the road. He started talking again, "You..."

He wanted to say "your man", but he felt that neither Chen Manshu nor Lin Wanxia would be interested in Lei Yanjun, so he changed his words, "Your friend has already made it very clear on the phone. Give us 30,000 yuan and we will release the people and the car."

"What if I don't give it to you!"

The gangster was stunned. He

obviously didn't expect Chen Manshu to be more rude than him.

It wasn't the first time they robbed people, and usually they would cry and beg for bargaining.

No one had ever said so bluntly that they didn't want to give it to you.

"If you don't give it to me, I... I will kill you!" The gangster said as he put the knife on Lei Yanjun's neck.

"Wait a minute." Chen Manshu called to stop and turned to run to the car.

The gangster thought Chen Manshu was going to get the money and smiled smugly.

Only Lin Wanxia shook her head and sighed. The youth of the 1980s were just like the college students of the new century, too naive and stupid.

She silently took two steps back, looking around, trying to find a handy tool.

Sure enough, Chen Manshu rushed back, holding a camera that he had taken out of the back compartment, and pointed it at the gangsters and Lei Yanjun, shouting: "I

'll count one, two, three, and you kill him!" The gangsters were immediately confused.

One of the "big sisters" said: "What do you mean? Don't you want to pay to save him?"

"No money." Chen Manshu was particularly single, "He is my employee, not my man, why should I care whether he lives or dies? If you kill someone, I will take pictures, and I will hand it over to the police station, and someone will catch you."

Lei Yanjun: "..."

The gangsters: "..."

Lei Yanjun wanted to cry.

The gangster with a knife kicked Lei Yanjun in anger, "Are you calling a creditor to come over?"

Lei Yanjun: "..."

He looked at Lin Wanxia eagerly.

Lin Wanxia has always been very loyal.

Lin Wanxia looked at Lei Yanjun sincerely, with a firm gaze and a gentle tone, "I really don't have any money!"