Stock God [Rebirth]

What? !

Cong Sichun wondered if he was hallucinating, he had never heard such a joke before!

The main forces of the long and short sides are facing each other, and the boss of the short side is in his hands. It's fine if Chang Yue doesn't grab his trouser legs and beg for his life. How can he take the initiative to let people go?

What's more, Cong Sichun is not the kind of coward who doesn't dare to slaughter people. He has developed all the way to this day, and he has stepped on the bones of many people under his feet. Back then, he took care of his elder brother's life with his own hands. Leap in your eyes?

Cong Sichun smiled angrily, with cold eyes, and said, "It's possible to change it."

Chang Yue said, "Sorry, I can't think of it."

Cong Sichun could see that Chang Yue was a gangster who was not stingy, he wanted money without risking his life, and he was born to be a gangster.

It's a pity, he squinted his eyes and thought: God can't save him if he enters the wrong business.

He stopped talking nonsense with Chang Yue, and directly took his mobile phone and dialed Jian Liangdong's number.Before the call was connected, he said to Chang Yue: "If you want to say something, you must know what to say, otherwise—"

With a barely audible "ke", the little finger of Chang Yue's left hand was under his hand, and it was snapped back violently.The fingers were up in the air, bent into an extremely weird posture, like some kind of disability.

Cong Sichun tugged his finger and shook it twice in satisfaction, looking at Chang Yue's pale face.

Although his expression didn't change, the only trace of blood on his face faded completely at this time, like a dead person.

well.

Cong Sichun signaled that the call was connected.

It was Jian Liangdong who answered the phone. As soon as he heard Chang Yue's voice, he jumped three feet high with a nervous voice: "Where are you? Is anyone by your side? Is life in danger?"

Chang Yue wanted to punch him over the phone, but Jian Liangdong was also kind, so he could only endure the pain and said, "Where is Qin Yang? What is he doing?"

Jian Liangdong let out an ah, and replied, "He's trading."

Cong Sichun obviously felt that he was talking too much nonsense, he reached out and took a fruit knife from the table next to him, and stabbed it directly on the back of his hand, the handle of the knife stood precariously, and blood gushed out immediately.

Chang Yue took a deep breath.

Jian Liangdong became nervous again: "What's wrong with you?"

Chang Yue's voice was weak: "Tell him...to answer the phone."

After a few seconds, the phone was handed to Qin Yang.This person obviously didn't care about Chang Yue's safety at all, and stopped talking after he was fed.

In vain, Chang Yue tried his best to let him and his soldiers return to Fengzhen in two ways.

He was still thinking in the severe pain that maybe he was kidnapped, and Qin Yang was still a little happy in his heart.

After all, there are not many opportunities to do as one pleases, and now a phone call, to Qin Yang, isn't it like a bolt from the blue?

Chang Yue looked down at his left hand, and felt that his hand was probably useless.The fruit knife pierced halfway, I don't know if it hurt the tendons.

Strangely though, apart from the initial jerk, he hardly hurts now.He could even watch the knife in a very calm manner, and he noticed the brand of the knife.

"Suzhou Hongxiaodou, how much is it now?"

Qin Yang reported the limit price.

Chang Yue groaned, probably knowing the situation in his heart.

This time, there is no pressure on the spot in the red bean competition.

All of his own money and Lu'an Chemical Fiber's funds were all put on it, and it was more than enough to kill Cong Sichun, who was already seriously weakened, in a short time.

But after forcing him to death, I am afraid that I will have no chance to escape.The snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit, and after Cong Sichun is out, Chang Yue, who is not well prepared, may also attract powerful covetousness.

So now it's actually a lose-lose situation.

Cong Sichun couldn't let him go easily, and Chang Yue couldn't let go of his only life-saving straw, if it was consumed, both of them would die.

Chang Yue quickly estimated the forces of the two parties and the external forces that may have been attracted, but there was no result.

Unless Cong Sichun's conscience suddenly discovers that there is no way out except to eat fast and recite Buddhism.

Of course, if he surrenders to Cong Sichun now, and orders Qin Yang to backhand him to go long with him, giving Cong Sichun the profit, there may still be a glimmer of hope...

Chang Yue was tied to a chair, and Cong Sichun's men held his mobile phone and put it next to his ear. He couldn't move at all, and only his eyelids could lift it.

Chang Yue looked up at Cong Sichun.

A man in his 40s exuded a ferocious aura, as cruel as blood.Seeing Chang Yue looking at him, he stretched out his hand and pulled the knife on the back of Chang Yue's hand, signaling him to be obedient.

Chang Yue took a deep breath.

Qin Yang on the other end of the phone didn't rush him either.Comrade Er Kijiao is still admiring the tragic situation of bulls being overwhelmed by short orders, and he is triumphant.

Whether Chang Yue is dead or alive, has anything to do with him?

"...Listen to me, the price of Suzhou red beans..." Cong Sichun put his hand on the handle of the knife, ready to cut off his tendons at all times.

Chang Yue's eyes flicked over the handle of the knife on the back of his hand, and he thought: pick it up, pick it up, it's better to chop off the hand and pull it down, what's the effort.

"...Fight to the end—"

Raising the knife in his hand, the fruit knife pierced the back of Chang Yue's hand fiercely, and then Cong Sichun kicked Chang Yue to the ground, and his fists and feet fell like rain.

The sky and the earth seemed to be connected as one in the chaos, Chang Yue's eyes were blood red, he couldn't feel the pain, he just felt that everything around him was light.

However, he knew that he would not die, and Cong Sichun would not kill himself now.He loves money so much, he will definitely find other ways to regain lost ground, and Chang Yue is a strong weight in his hand.

He calculated all this clearly, and then closed his eyes with peace of mind, but at the last moment before sinking into the darkness, he suddenly remembered a name——

Martial arts!

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If Chang Yue remembers correctly, the next two days will coincide with the weekend, and the futures market will not trade.

Cong Sichun has never appeared again. If he is smart enough, he should know that Chang Yue cannot give in. His only chance now is to mobilize funds to fight with his back on Hongxiaodou, and in the end he will live and die at his own risk.

If Cong Sichun wins, he can kill Chang Yue to celebrate after getting the money; if he loses, he can still kill Chang Yue to vent his anger before running away, or ask him for a ransom.

However, on Saturdays and Sundays, Guan Changyue's basement was locked, and no one delivered food. Occasionally, someone would throw in a bottle of water, in order to keep him from dying too early.

However, the sound of people patrolling outside the door kept passing by, and there were three shift changes every day, which showed that Cong Sichun was very strict with Chang Yue.

Fortunately, Chang Yue was finally untied.

He was half lying on the sofa, his left hand could not move for a long time, so he rested on the armrest, and his whole hand was covered with congealed blood scabs.

Holding the mineral water bottle in his right hand, he took a sip of the water slowly and found a trace of sweetness.

Before the market opens on Monday, we will see the outcome.

If Cong Sichun had mobilized enough funds, then his life might have to be delayed for a while, and we'll wait for the long and short to see the outcome.But if Cong Sichun didn't mobilize enough funds, he couldn't bear another down limit...

The futures market was full of turmoil, and when a wave hit, the giant ship Cong Sichun was about to sink.

Chang Yue felt that he was also good at fortune-telling. If he was dead, he could still pull a back.

He looked at the light outside the window, watching the sky light up bit by bit...

Suddenly there was the sound of thumping footsteps outside the door, Chang Yue turned his head slightly and continued to sleep.The sound of footsteps stopped at the door of the room, followed by the sound of keys being turned. There seemed to be a lot of people rushing in, but Chang Yue didn't even lift his eyes.

Suddenly, someone picked him up, Chang Yue opened his eyes, and saw Cong Sichun's obtrusive face.

"This is your thing?!" Cong Sichun's voice was furious, and his hands were so strong that he wanted to crush Chang Yue to death.

At this time, Chang Yue's body had collapsed to the extreme, and he couldn't even see things clearly. He glanced at Cong Sichun's hand, and he understood.

"What's in my suitcase is mine, of course."

Cong Sichun was so angry that his hands were shaking, and after a few seconds, he finally raised his hand, and more than a dozen pieces of paper fluttered and fell all over the floor.

He waved at his subordinates: "Tie him up and take him out. Hmph, don't think I can't cure you if you're about to die!"

Chang Yue was obediently tied up with a rope, but he really wanted to explain to Cong Sichun: Whether he wants to die or not has lung cancer are actually two different things.

The test sheets and medical records were trampled on, and Chang Yue was escorted out of the room by two people.

If Chang Yue is in good health and still has some use value for Cong Sichun, now his cancer test report has completely broken all this.

What is the use value of a sick basket that is about to die?

Chang Yue has the appearance of dying sooner or later. It seems that any threat has no effect on him, and keeping him is just a drag.

But Cong Sichun seemed to have never thought of this in his desperation.

He didn't know what was going on outside. Cong Sichun took Chang Yue all the way from the basement to the ground when he had no funds mobilized.Layers of bodyguards surrounded the outside, and two people held guns to the back of Chang Yue's head from behind, making him unable to see the surrounding situation at all.

The corridor of the house is much wider than ordinary rooms. Judging from the walls of the basement, it is made of concrete, and the layout does not look like a residential house. It should be a house built by Cong Sichun himself.

Chang Yue was pushed to the top of the building.

A huge roar came from above, and the dust on the roof was blown away like a whirlpool, making people unable to open their eyes.

A helicopter is hovering overhead.

No one on the roof could hear the voice clearly, so he could only shout loudly. Chang Yue heard Cong Sichun say to his subordinates, "What did Boss Chang's people say?"

Subordinate: "Boss Chang's people said they were sent to pick you up, and that they were going to a nearby airport to fly to Hong Kong."

Cong Sichun was even more surprised.

He couldn't figure it out, although he could be the king in Fengzhen, but he was not enough in front of Chang Yi.

In particular, the power of the Chang family has now turned to Southeast Asia, and they are doing whitewashing in the country. Why do they suddenly want to help themselves?

In particular, the speed at which Chang Yi got the news was astonishing. Cong Sichun had just tied Chang Yue, and Chang Yi's confidants who dealt with domestic affairs called Cong Sichun early the next morning, implying that Chang Yi was nearby. listen.

This surprised Cong Sichun even more.

Everyone in the Jianghu knew that half of the Chang family had already landed, and Chang Yi, the head of the family, had a lot to do every day. Where did he get the time to worry about such trivial matters?

Cong Sichun immediately thought whether Chang Yue, who was also surnamed Chang, had any connection with the Chang family.

But as soon as the idea came up, he cut it off by himself.Impossible, apart from Chang Yi himself, there are only a handful of core figures in the Chang family with the real surname Chang, and which one has such a big face that Chang Yi should come forward to care?

In particular, Chang Yi himself has always kept a low profile, and even for so many years, very few people have actually seen his appearance.

This person is like a legendary existence in the arena.

And legends are often like this, the more unpredictable, the more daunting.

Based on his experience, Cong Sichun decided that there must be something strange about this matter, either it was the personal behavior of Chang Yi's confidant, or it was simply a trap set for himself.

Standing under the heavy protection of the bodyguards, he was both eager and timid, not daring to grab the life-saving straw easily.And not far away, gunshots sounded——

The bodyguard captain in charge of peripheral protection rushed into the crowd:

"Someone rushed in with a gun!"

Because the defense was suddenly breached and the scene was in chaos, just before Cong Sichun made a decision, Chang Yue looked up in the crowd.

Above the wilderness, the wind blows.

On the helicopter above his head, there was a person standing, separated by a vertical distance of tens of meters, one looked down and the other looked up.

It's an amazing moment.

A person who looked very similar to himself stood in mid-air, his head bowed indifferently like an ice sculpture, but the pull of blood relationship made Chang Yue understand almost instantly: this person must have a very close blood relationship with him.

They are really too much alike.

When he was extremely exhausted, he almost had a hallucination, as if the person standing on the helicopter and looking down was himself, decades later.

It's a pity that he might not survive that time.