After returning to City A, Ren Xiaoyao started his busy work again, and all his time was once again occupied by the endless documents he reviewed and the endless banquets he attended.
It made him so busy every day that he couldn't spare any time to think wildly. At the same time, it also made Qiao Yun, who was very worried about the man's growing ambition, feel at ease.
In the early morning, a small luxury convoy consisting of a black Rolls-Royce and two bulletproof Mercedes-Benzes left Dream Villa and headed towards the city with the two police cars in front of them clearing the way.
Ren Xiaoyao sat leisurely in the heavily modified bulletproof Mercedes-Benz given to him by the old man. For him, as the world's richest man, he no longer needed a Rolls-Royce luxury sedan to reflect his dignity, so
He still likes to ride in this "domesticized" Mercedes-Benz car.
After last night's all-night battle with Zhou Ruo, Dongfang Bi, and Han Bingbing, Ren Xiaoyao didn't feel any fatigue at this time.
My mind is still thinking about the purge of vampires in Europe a month ago.
"Europe's economy is now gaining momentum. It seems necessary to shift its focus to Europe. In addition, we need to have more contact with Bond III. This person's role is not small." Ren Xiaoyao turned to look through the car window.
The rising sun in the east fell into deep thought.
At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly noticed that there was a flash of fire on a hill not far away under the rising sun in the east, and a UFO flew towards the Rolls-Royce behind it at high speed, dragging a long tail flame.
The driver of the Rolls-Royce was a member of the National Security Bureau and had extensive experience in dealing with this kind of thing. After receiving the prompt from the on-board alarm system, he did not step on the emergency brake, but suddenly accelerated forward and slammed into the Mercedes-Benz in front.
The tail section escaped the attack of this shoulder-fired portable missile.
The national security personnel hiding in the dark immediately activated the single-person rocket boosters on their backs, flew at high speed towards the hillock not far away where the attackers were hiding, and began to clear out these militants who were willing to sacrifice their lives for money.
The clear gunshots of automatic rifles also began to ring out in the sky.
"What some nasty flies!" Ren Xiaoyao muttered as he walked out of the car, leaned against the car and lit a cigarette for himself, waiting for the battle in the distance to end.
Since the huge success in blocking Japan, Ren Xiaoyao has encountered this kind of attack almost every few days. The culprit is a huge commission posted on the mercenary website, which is probably posted by a certain Japanese chaebol.
The target of this entrustment worth up to 150 million US dollars is Soros, Ren Xiaoyao and Jin Zhengdao, the three culprits who launched the Japanese Yen Blockade, which ultimately directly caused the Japanese government and chaebol to lose hundreds of billions of dollars.
A few minutes later, three male corpses with obvious Asian features appeared in front of Ren Xiaoyao.
"Hey!" Ren Xiaoyao glanced at the three corpses and couldn't help but sigh.
The three men in front of me are all very young, probably around 20 years old. If they were born into a wealthy family, they would be picking up girls on the university campus every day, playing video games and enjoying life, but now they have turned into three bodies.
A cold corpse.
Ren Xiaoyao noticed that a man whose chest was bruised with a shotgun seemed to have moved his fingers just now, so he walked over and squatted next to him, looking at the young man who was about to fall into the arms of death.
The man slowly opened his eyes, took out a piece of paper that was stained red with blood with difficulty from his pocket, and then looked at Ren Xiaoyao who was squatting next to him with pleading eyes.
Ren Xiaoyao took the note and glanced at the remittance slip. The payment address on it was a small city in Jilin and the remittance amount was only 5,000 yuan. There were a few lines of small words written with a pen below:
Mom, I found a pretty good job. Although it’s tiring, it’s very profitable. Don’t worry, I can survive for the time being. The 5,000 yuan I sent back this time is my salary for this month. I’ll borrow it from my second uncle.
A little bit should be enough for my little sister to pay this year's tuition. Don't tell me for me, so that she can study peacefully in college without worrying about tuition. I will send money to my family on time every month and clear all the debts I owe to my relatives.
Pay off, no more to say, goodbye!
Seeing the begging look in the eyes of this young man from Northeast China who was about to die, Ren Xiaoyao nodded heavily and said softly: "I will help you send the money home, you can rest assured about this."
Seeing the peaceful look in the eyes of the man on the ground before he died, Ren Xiaoyao felt a very sour feeling in his nose, and his heart in his chest twitched hard for a few times.
It disappeared before his eyes, and the value of this life was only worth five thousand yuan.
"To clear up the accounts of people who died, buy three better-located cemeteries in City A Cemetery to bury them. From now on, we will remit 10,000 yuan to the address on this remittance slip every month!" Ren Xiaoyao handed over the remittance slip in his hand.
After giving instructions to Xu Wenbin next to me, I got into the car alone.
While enjoying lunch with Qiao Yun at noon, Ren Xiaoyao looked at the priceless delicacies on the table, but his mind kept wandering to the quiet look of the young man with a hint of gratitude in his eyes before he died this morning.
"Dear, how much do you think this glass of 42-year-old Bordeaux red wine is worth?" Ren Xiaoyao suddenly asked, pointing to a small glass of red wine in his hand.
Qiaoyun glanced at the man sitting opposite him strangely. Although he didn't understand why he suddenly asked such a strange question, he still answered honestly: "This bottle of 42-year-old red wine is worth 80,000 US dollars. This glass of red wine should
It’s worth thousands of dollars.”
"So how much do you think a human life is worth?" Ren Xiaoyao asked again.
"Of course human life is priceless, how can it be measured by money!" Qiaoyun replied with a smile.
Ren Xiaoyao nodded and then picked up the wine glass and poured the red liquid into his mouth. He smiled and said: "I can tell you solemnly now that the value of a human life is only worth five thousand yuan."
Qiaoyun, who knew his lover's character very well, immediately saw something was wrong. He walked over and sat on the man's lap and asked softly: "My dear, did you encounter anything unhappy today?"
"I just remembered what happened in the morning, so I just felt it for the moment. It didn't mean anything else. Don't worry about it!" Ren Xiaoyao smelled the milky fragrance of Qiaoyun and held the woman comfortingly.
He patted it with his little hand and said.
As a strong man, Ren Xiaoyao will not let the woman he loves deeply share his unhappiness, so during the next meal time, he will pretend to be very happy and accompany Qiaoyun to enjoy the dinner table.