Chapter 1999: The Lost Dog

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Buqun appeared in Qincheng Prison.

In April, the air in the capital began to surge in a sultry summer heat, especially the sun poured on the prison gate, and the light reflected by the steel made people feel more restless. This can be judged by the guards' impatient walking, but Zhou Buqun walked forward with a refreshed stride.

The ten buildings in Qincheng Prison are distributed in a scattered manner. Senior people call these ten buildings the top ten heavenly stems, and the numbers are A, Yi, B, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, and Gui. These buildings are filled with a strong smell of disinfectant water all year round to ensure the prisoner's good living environment.

After all, the prison administrators do not want to let any prisoner make a mistake. The guy who can get a place in Qincheng Prison is definitely not comparable to the gangsters who cheat and steal. Most of them have a brilliant past, so the guards and environment here are very delicate.

Who dares to say that these people will not make a comeback after leaving this cage?

After Zhou Buqun threw the procedures to the warden and received the reply, he walked straight to the place where Jiang Polang was imprisoned. In the spotless corridor, the terrazzo floor sounded with crisp leather shoes on the ground, both slow and rhythmic, which attracted the prisoners in each room to gather their eyes.

Zhou Buqun, dressed in gorgeous clothes, ignored their gaze and slowly stood in front of Jiang Polang in the innermost part. He saw the former cow coaxing Mr. Jiang, who is now half dead, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He gently tapped the railing with his fingers to attract Jiang Polang's attention: "Hello Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Polang, who was closed his eyes and resting in front of the wall, heard someone shouting at him, slowly opened his eyes and turned around. Zhao Heng was quite good to him. Not only did he not let him take off his arms and thighs, he also did not torture him with small means, so there was no injury on his body.

But his appearance seems to have been aged for more than ten years, and he is haggard and pale.

Zhou Buqun looked at the Jiang group's eldest son who was no longer energetic and intentionally or unintentionally said: "Mr. Jiang, you are not in good spirits. You look too tragic and tragic. No, your hair has also turned a lot white. It seems that you have suffered a lot of mental torture these days. Have you ever thought about dying?"

Jiang Polang had met Zhou Buqun in the United States before and knew the latter's prominent identity and character. When he saw him in prison, he subconsciously burst into hope, but he suppressed his inner impulse and licked his lips and replied: "I don't want to die, but I can't decide on life and death."

"The fifth young master is here, are you trying to send me a ride?"

Zhou Buqun, who rescued Natasha and received Zhao Heng's order to release others, had a more condescending momentum than the previous two days: "Send you a ride? I really want to kill you. You hooked up with Zhou Qiniang and lost Zhou's face, making us a joke for other forces. You deserve to die of guilt."

When Jiang Polang coughed gently and remained silent, Zhou Buqun added lightly: "But you still have the merits of killing Han Huatang, and your father has always said something. If you kill Han Huatang, you will sit in Zhou Qiniang's position. In other words, you can be considered a dog in Zhou's family today."

A cold light flashed unconsciously in Jiang Polang's eyes. How ironic is a dog of Zhou? What a shame? If it were a year ago, he would definitely fight Zhou Buqun, but now he has no ability to confront him. He even has to survive and can only bear the humiliating identity of a lackey.

So Mr. Jiang still squeezed out an ugly smile and pursed his lips and spoke softly to Zhou Buqun: "Thank you Mr. Zhou for your kindness, thank you Mr. Zhou for not killing him. In fact, Jiang Polang made a mistake first, so he dared not express his merits after chasing Han Huatang. Jiang Polang was extremely ashamed to shame the Zhou family."

"You should be ashamed!"

Zhou Buqun snorted coldly and taught Jiang Polang a lesson without any politeness: "You and your third sister were still hang out with Zhou Qiniang on the eve of your marriage. Don't you know how to be ashamed? If you want to do it, you should be careful, but the video was filmed by the Southern Division. Do you think your mind is getting into the water?"

"I don't know where you, Young Master Jiang, got your name!"

Zhou Buqun shook his head without comment, and regretted that he was not satisfied with his previous judgment: "It was completely different from my previous judgment of you. I thought you could handle Zhao Heng and Nan's Buddha's name, but I didn't expect that they would be tortured to death by them. If the old man had instructions, I would never want to see you."

Jiang Polang couldn't help but touch the corner of his mouth, and then took over the topic: "What the fifth young master taught was that Jiang Polang's brain was filled with water, which not only ruined himself, but also made Zhou's family shame become a joke. If possible, Jiang Polang was willing to accept any punishment from Mr. Zhou, and he would be beaten and killed without any complaints."

Zhou Buqun glanced at Jiang Polang, and a sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I don't know if you are talking about the scene or the truth, but your attitude towards Ren Dao is still in line with my appetite. As I said just now, you have made achievements and merits, and the merits and demerits are offset, so Zhou will not kill you."

"Even Zhou wants to save your life!"

Jiang Polang's heart trembled and he immediately lowered his head: "Thank you, Master Wu!"

Zhou Buqun was very satisfied with Jiang Polang, lowered his head, gently pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled: "Father has always maintained the Zhou family, so although you have no value, you are still Zhou's lackey, so my father still told me to spend 2 billion to save your life."

Jiang Polang's body shook, and his eyes instantly showed excitement.

He spent every day like a year and even thought about whether to escape from prison. At the same time, he was worried about whether An Xiaotian would keep his promise, so he was exhausted. Therefore, when he heard that Zhou had saved himself, Jiang Polang could no longer hold back, and then he burst into tears: He is alive again!

In the past, the word "living" in Jiang Polang was a floating cloud. It was purely the simplest and technically unintentional survival instinct. But now it is no less than the nectar of life for him. Only those who have never given up their hearts and feared death know how precious life is, which means life and opportunity.

Zhou Buqun looked at the tears on Jiang Polang's face, and a trace of contempt cursed arises: "You really disappoint me. A life-saving news makes you so excited, but you should really feel crying. Two billion yuan is a loss for you, this is a loss for Zhou."

He took out a tissue to wipe his fingers, and his voice came out smoothly: "Throwing so much money for a worthless lackey dog, only Zhou has this kind of kindness. Jiang Polang, do you think you are worth the 2 billion yuan? Two billion US dollars, how many evil dogs can be kept in captivity."

"not worth!"

Jiang Polang immediately rolled down from the bed, knelt in front of Zhou Buqun with a pounce, shouting: "Jiang Polang is a cheap life, it is not worth the Zhou family's spending 2 billion to save their lives. Now that Mr. Zhou loves him so much, Jiang Polang swears that he will die for Zhou in this life."

Zhou Buqun looked at Jiang Polang kneeling on the ground and felt a little ashamed of his behavior, but he was also satisfied with his attitude, so he smiled faintly: "How can you go through fire and water and die? You have to find a way to earn back 2 billion for Zhou's family, so that you can save you from all your efforts."

Jiang Polang opened his mouth and replied, "It must be with principal and interest!"

Zhou Buqun looked at Jiang Polang with a playful look and flicked the tissue in front of the latter: "I have spent a lot of energy and material resources when you can get out of prison. I will first save you from Nan Changshou Nan's Buddha's name, and then run to Zhao Heng to pull his face down, begging him to give you a high hand!"

Jiang Polang's heart moved slightly, carefully capturing the potential information. Zhou Buqun added meaningfully: "You might as well tell you that I almost knelt down and begged Zhao Heng. He agreed to let you go when he saw me giving such a great gift, otherwise you would not be able to leave Qincheng Prison in your life."

Jiang Polang has always been a smart person. Whether Zhou Buqun kneeled down or not, he needed to show his attitude, so he immediately raised his chest and shouted: "Thank you, the great kindness and virtue, Jiang Polang will never forget you. If the five young masters are sent in the future, Jiang Polang is willing to sacrifice his life to repay you!"

"It turns out that he is a tactful person!"

Zhou Buqun gently pushed his glasses and his voice came out: "You'd better remember your words, otherwise you can walk out of Qincheng Prison, which does not mean you can walk out of Qimei's palm. If you force your third sister to fall off the cliff and die, she will not let you go, so Qimei's position will not be easy to do."

He reminded Jiang Polang of risks intentionally or unintentionally, and his eyes also had a lighter light: "Of course, Zhou Qiqi is not worth worrying about finding a big tree behind him! Otherwise, she would find an excuse to deal with you at any time. Compared to you, an outsider, your father would undoubtedly favor Qimei."

Jiang Polang took a deep breath: "Xie Wushou's advice!"

Everyone is smart, and naturally knows what he says. Jiang Polang can clearly know Zhou Buqun's meaning. This is what the latter wants to capture himself. The wealthy families have always been ruthless, and all the children and nephews are used to cultivating their own power, so if they want to survive, they can only be Zhou Buqun's lackey!

"Okay, I've said what I want to say!"

Zhou Buqun said carelessly: "Leave this ghost place!"

Jiang Polang lowered his head slightly: "Yes!"

Zhou Buqun led Jiang Polang out of the separate cell. He just stood at the door of the prison building. Before he could enter the Zhou convoy, he saw a black Audi slowly coming. Then he opened his hand and blocked the way of the two. Jiang Polang's face changed slightly and he whispered to Zhou Buqun:

"Fifth Young Master, Nan chant Buddha's name!"

Zhou Buqun gathered his eyes and looked at it, which was the license plate number of the Southern System.

The air is getting hotter.

PS: Call for a few flowers at the end of the moon to avoid wasting HO.
Chapter completed!