Four people poured into the small room, crowded.

Su Zhao pinched Ji Shan's neck and lifted him up from the bed. He seemed to be not an adult man with a height of more than 170 pounds, but as relaxed as if he was carrying a little puppy.

At this time, Huang Feihong and others saw Ji Shan's appearance clearly, with yellow curly hair, beard, tall figure, and wearing pajamas.

A face turned red because of being strangled, and a look of shock and anger appeared in her blue eyes.

"This foreign devil looks so ugly, just like a wild beast!"

This thought arose in Liang Kuan's mind.

Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong were guarding the door to prevent anyone from breaking into the door, and at the same time, they paid attention to the movement outside the door so that they would not be made into dumplings.

"Mr. Jishan, I know you can understand Chinese. I can let you go, but you can't yell. Can you do it? Blink your eyes if you agree."

Throwing Jishan on the ground, Su Zhao lowered his body, took away the foreign gun from his hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "If you dare to yell, I will kill you! Did you hear it?"

"Ho ho..."

Jishan opened his eyes wide and let out a low roar in his mouth. After hearing Su Zhao's words, he blinked wildly.

"Okay, I'll let it go!"

Su Zhao stared at his eyes, touched the dagger on his leg with his left hand, and slowly released Ji Shan with his right hand, but he did not dare to relax at all, and was ready to kill with one blow at any time.

"call……"

After being released, you can clearly see that Ji Shan's neck was purple and blue. He kept gasping for breath, looking up at Su Zhao and others, with fear, anger, and fear in his eyes.

"Who are you? What do I want to do when I kidnap it?"

Ji Shan growled, and a voice with a hint of fear rang out, but he was speaking Chinese.

At present, the four of them were all wearing black clothes and headbands, which made people unable to see their appearance, but Ji Sheng could clearly tell that these four people were all hateful yellow-skinned monkeys.

Moreover, just looking at the dress and position of these people, you can tell that they are professional at a glance.

"Kidnapping? No, no, no, we are all civilized people, how can we say it is kidnapping? We want to talk to you about transactions, but the methods are a little rough, that's all."

Su Zhao stretched out his index finger with his right hand and shook it, and said with a smile.

"There are you guys talking about business like this in the world? It's so hateful!"

Jishan breathed a sigh of relief. Since there was something to talk about, there was no danger of life. Isn’t it just money? Compared with life, it’s nothing.

"Tell me, what kind of deal do you want to talk about?"

After complaining for a while, Jishan asked.

As for calling someone?

He dared not.

If you anger these people, wouldn’t you be done?

Jishan is not that stupid.

hehe!

Su Zhao directly ignored the clamor in front of him and said, "Mr. Jishan, you are in my hands now. According to the rules of the world, should you use money to redeem yourself?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I want to redeem myself. You can offer a price. I can give you any money, as much as possible."

Jishan nodded in agreement when he heard this.

After all, it’s not a kidnapping? It sounds nice!

However, when people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads!

He swore that if he had the chance to escape, he would definitely get this shame back.

"Well... let's do it. As the noble boss of Citigroup, you must be worth a million yuan in Longyang!"

"For the sake of our first cooperation, I will give you a 100% discount, and I will only charge you 900,000 Long Yang!"

"How do guests prepare to pay? Rice Dao? Gold? Or Long Yang?"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhao carefully considered it for a while, and actually offered him a "reasonable" price.

"Oh, buying awkward! No, I can't afford so much money even if I beat you to death. Can you charge a little less?"

Jishan jumped up when he heard the number of 900,000 Long Yang and jumped up, and shook his head suddenly to refuse.

What does it mean to have a 900,000 yuan Long Yang or an equivalent rice knife?

More than 40 years later, during the Beiyang government, the monthly salary of an ordinary primary school teacher in Peking was about 20-30 oceans, and the price of an ordinary courtyard house in Peking was about 400 oceans.

Although the prices vary in time and there are changes in prices, the fluctuations will not be obvious. Whether it is Longyang or silver dollars, they are all silver-based products currencies.

No matter what era or where, as long as you spend ten yuan or big oceans, you will definitely buy a lot of good things.

Therefore, 900,000 dragons are definitely an astronomical number.

"Hmm? Am I discussing with you? It seems that your life is not worth a lot? Well, then I will kill you and find someone else to do this business!"

Su Zhao raised his eyebrows, pulled out the dagger on his leg, pressed it against Ji Shan's heart, and asked, "I'll give you another chance. Do you take this money or not?"

"Big...Master...I have no eyes on the sword and gun, please be careful!"

Feeling the sharpness of the dagger on his chest, Ji Shan was about to cry and begged: "I can't afford so much money! Nine hundred thousand Long Yang, even if you sell me, it won't be worth so much!"

"Really not?"

"Really not!"

"Sure enough?"

"Sure enough, not!"

"Then you always have fixed assets. Are there any villas, farms, etc. in Beimi? I don't dislike it. Just take the land deed!"

After asking twice, Su Zhao still didn't give up and asked, "If it really doesn't work, just use your big ship to settle the bill!"

"this……"

Ji Shan's eyes shrank, these people were not kind, and they actually planned his big cruise ship?

I'm thinking about nonsense!

"Uncle, why not do this. I have a total of 50,000 Long Yang's savings. Then, there are still 500 slaves under my cabin, so I will use them to pay the bill! What do you think?"

He thought about it and gritted his teeth and said.

He said this, but he was actually malicious.

If it were a real kidnapper, how far could he go with those 500 mine slaves? After Jishan escaped from the trap, he would be arrested in minutes!

Even if I really can escape by chance, how much does it cost to spend 500 people on food, clothing and expenses?

However, Ji Shan would never have thought that the targets of Su Zhao and the other four were actually those hundreds of mine slaves and innocent women.

When Su Zhao heard this, he was furious. The dagger in his hand flashed by, and Ji Shan's finger was cut off instantly.

Just as he was about to scream, the dagger pressed against his chest again, Su Zhao said angrily: "Only 50,000? Are you sending the beggars? Also, what are those slaves coming? I only want money!"

"Big...hiss... uncle... I really have no money, only 50,000 Long Yang, and there is no more!"

Jishan's pupils shrank, and pain that pierced his heart surged, almost fainted. As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, and one finger is cut off, which is not something that ordinary people can tolerate.

"No money? Then you go and die!"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhao raised the dagger in his hand without hesitation and was about to stab Jishan.

At this time, Huang Feihong, who was guarding the door, said according to the script he had practiced before, and said, "Brother, I think those five hundred slaves can be kept!"

"We can sell them, even if one sells only twenty dragons, it can make up for some losses."

After hearing his words, Su Zhao's pierced hand stopped, but the tip of the dagger was just a piece of paper away from Jishan's throat.
Chapter completed!