Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Song Yang's Dream
Qi Yunfeng sent Zhou Chen back to school and then returned to Wangjiang District to look for Song Yang. As someone from the military, he was more rigorous in doing things and would not easily trust anyone. Of course, except for Zhou Chen. After all, he now had to rely on Zhou Chen for a living. As the saying goes, those who eat others' food are short-mouthed, and those who take others' things have long hands. Since Zhou Chen gave him a job, he should do things for him steadily. After analyzing the people around Zhou Chen in the past few days, he felt that it was unlikely for Wu Hui to betray Zhou Chen. Moreover, even if Wu Hui really had ulterior motives, Zhou Chen would at most lose about three hundred thousand. The check in Song Yang's hand was four million, enough to open more than ten game studios. That was money that ordinary families could not earn in their entire lives combined. One can never fathom the human heart. One had to be on guard. When he arrived in Wangjiang District, Qi Yunfeng called Song Yang.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is power off. Please try again later..."
The voice prompt of power off came from the other end of the phone.
Qi Yunfeng's brows suddenly tightened. Could it be that the most worrying thing had still happened? Had Song Yang run off with the money? That was four million!
He called again. Still power off.
Qi Yunfeng narrowed his eyes and lit a cigarette. After taking several puffs in a row, he dialed Zhou Chen's number.
Zhou Chen was already standing in line on the playground. Just as he took out his phone to set it to silent mode, he saw the call from Qi Yunfeng.
"Brother Feng..."
"Song Yang has lost contact!"
Qi Yunfeng's tone was low and solemn.
Zhou Chen's heart skipped a beat. He frowned slightly and said, "Could it be that his phone is out of power and turned off?"
He trusted Wu Hui because in his previous life's memory, Wu Hui became a powerful figure. Being able to become the overlord of the underground forces in Jiangzhou showed that he was a person with vision and pattern. As for Song Yang, he trusted him completely based on intuition. Now that he thought about it, it was indeed a bit hasty. However, Zhou Chen still tried to think in a positive way.
Qi Yunfeng said calmly, "His PHS phone has a standby time of at least seven days. Even if you make calls continuously for twenty-four hours, it can still be used for two or three days!"
Zhou Chen let out a wry smile. "You mean he took the money and ran away?"
Qi Yunfeng was speechless. Wasn't it obvious?
After a few seconds of silence, Qi Yunfeng said, "If we call the police now, we should be able to intercept him before he leaves Jiangzhou!"
Zhou Chen narrowed his eyes into a slit, and his right hand holding the phone tightened a bit. If Song Yang really took the money and ran away, he would lose more than just four million. Tomorrow... After the meeting above ends, the news will quickly reach the ears of those developers. House prices in Wangjiang District will skyrocket. Real estate worth four million can be sold for at least thirty-five million. That is to say, what he loses is more than thirty million. Song Yang comes from a single-parent family. There is a seriously ill old mother at home. And he has a girlfriend studying at Xiang Province University of Finance and Economics. Zhou Chen didn't think Song Yang would abandon his girlfriend and old mother. When he was being scolded before, Song Yang was also the first to rush up and start fighting.
"Assemble!"
"Everyone put their mobile phones in the storage box!"
Hong Lei was holding a storage box and started collecting mobile phones from the first row.
Finally, Zhou Chen said to Qi Yunfeng on the phone, "Don't call the police for now. Wait until I finish school!"
After speaking, he hung up the phone and put the phone into the storag
e box that the instructor brought over.Not many people use mobile phones. Among more than a hundred people in two classes, only more than thirty people have mobile phones.
Next came the training items formulated by Hong Lei.
In a luxurious hotel in the center of Jiangzhou City. A man wearing a mask, a baseball cap, and dragging a suitcase in his hand opened a room at the front desk.
"In the middle of summer, why are you wrapped up so tightly?" The waiter was a beautiful woman with big wavy hair. She stared at the man warily and asked.
The man covered his mouth and coughed twice. In a hoarse voice, he said, "I have a cold. I'm afraid of infecting others!"
The waiter quickly took a step back and then asked, "What kind of room do you want?"
The man said, "I want the most luxurious room!"
The waiter stared at the man in surprise. "The most luxurious room here costs two hundred yuan a day!"
The man did not hesitate to take out two hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and put them on the counter.
The waiter's expression softened a lot. She said coquettishly, "There is still a hundred yuan deposit!"
The man gave another hundred yuan.
The waiter took a key from the drawer and gave it to him. "Room 888. If you need service, you can call the front desk hotline!"
The man looked up at the waiter and then took the key and walked towards the elevator.
In the luxurious room.
The man opened the suitcase, and inside it was clearly filled to the brim with hundred-yuan bills.
He took off his baseball cap and mask, revealing that confused face.
Song Yang looked at the suitcase full of money and couldn't stop shaking all over. Four million in cash could fill such a large suitcase.
He had a dream since he was young. When he earned enough one million, he would spread all the money on the bed and then lie down on it.
After starting work, he gradually gave up this plan. His mother was seriously ill and took medicine every day. His girlfriend's family was also not well off. He had to give part of his salary to improve her life. Going on like this, when would he be able to earn one million? When would his dream come true?
After getting the four-million-yuan check from Zhou Chen, Song Yang had a bold idea in his heart. He wanted to take out all four million and then take pictures and record videos to fulfill his dream.
Although this money didn't belong to him, at least he had really touched so much money.
Next, Song Yang took out the money and spread it on the bed. Then he took out a rented DV camera to take pictures and record videos.
Finally, he lay on the bed covered with money and murmured with his eyes closed, "If only this money were mine!"
After about half an hour.
Song Yang slowly opened his eyes and took out his PHS and turned it on. There were several missed calls. Song Yang didn't look at who had called. Instead, he found an unmarked number in his address book and dialed it.
After a few busy tones, the call was answered. There was a grumbling voice from the other end. "I thought you had backed out!"
Song Yang said with a smile, "I definitely won't back out on a negotiated matter. Our boss said that he wants all the equipment of the KTV. So after signing the contract today and you get the money, this transaction will be completed!"
"He wants all the equipment?"
"Could it be that your boss wants to continue operating that KTV?"
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded joyful.
Song Yang gave a helpless smile. "The boss didn't say, and I didn't ask either!"
The person on the other end hesitated for a moment. As if making some major decision, he gritted his teeth and said, "Seeing that your boss is also a straightforward person. How about this? Four million two hundred thousand. I don't want any of the equipment anymore. As soon as I get the money, I'll leave immediately!"
"Four million..."
Song Yang said faintly. Then he explained, "The boss only gave a budget of four million. Not a penny more, not a penny less!"
"Okay, four million is four million. Where are you? I'll bring the contract and find you..."
"Sixi Hotel..."
Song Yang reported the hotel location. After hanging up the phone, he turned over and lay on the money, breathing in the smell of money with full fascination.
Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
The phone rang again.
This time it was Qi Yunfeng calling.
Song Yang hesitated for a while. Still, he summoned up his courage and answered the phone. "Brother Feng..."
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