The police really thought that Lin Nianhe was kidnapped in Xiangjiang.
He made explicit hints for several rounds, but still felt uneasy, and finally told Lin Nianhe to let her stay in peace and not be afraid. He would go through the formalities right away and would definitely arrive in Xiangjiang with the money within a week.
Lin Nianhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but his heart felt warm.
She didn't want to bother with a trip to the hotel, but no matter what she said, he just didn't believe that she was just short of money.
Think about it, in the past two years, Lin Nianhe used a hand-cranked thresher to get away with more than 10 million from the machinery factory. No one would believe her when she said she was short of money.
Lin Nianhe thought about whether it would be better to let *** Zhong come. She added by the way that if Master and the old man were fine recently, it would be best to come together.
The police officer thought this was another request from the kidnappers and agreed without hesitation.
Going to Xiangjiang was not easy. During the interview, I found Minister Huang to explain the situation. After receiving special approval, I completed the procedures three days later and boarded the ship to Xiangjiang with Rong Zhiguo.
On the deck, Rong Zhiguo smoked one cigarette after another while vomiting, and his brows were almost knotted.
"You just have a bad mind. If there is something really wrong with the girl, what's the point of us two old guys going there? Are we going to have a fight with someone or just to get along with each other?" Rong Zhiguo finished vomiting and squinted* In the middle of the night, the red eyes were filled with unhappiness.
*** Zhong rinsed his mouth and retorted in the same weak tone: "Didn't you listen to the leader? Xiaolin can't have any big problems. He is probably really short of money."
"Shit! The money in her pocket is enough to buy half an incense... What can she lack... ugh..."
Rong Zhiguo couldn't think of the bright side.
No matter who said it, he just felt that something big had happened to his little brat.
His nerves were tense all the way, and when he got off the boat, he also took an eight-strand cable as thick as his wrist.
At the pier, Lin Nianhe saw two little old men with floating steps getting off the boat, and rushed to pick them up.
"Master, Uncle Chang, are you okay?"
Rong Zhiguo pinched her wrist, frowned and shook his head. When the three figures turned into one, he said, "What's the matter? The bastard who kidnapped you didn't even give you a bite to eat? He's as thin as a bean sprout." of."
The corner of Lin Nianhe's mouth trembled slightly: "Master, let me reiterate again, I am really not kidnapped, I just have a business where I need to invest some money."
As she said that, she helped them walk to the car one by one: "Let's go back to the hotel first. You two have had a hard journey."
At this moment, Lin Nianhe was extremely lucky - it was a good thing that he didn't bring Zhou Laosi here, otherwise the ferocious look on his face would have made it difficult to explain the matter.
Rong Zhiguo and Wang Zhong were indeed tortured by the rocking boat. When they saw Lin Nianhe appearing at the dock without incident, their worries finally dissipated a little.
They didn't have the energy to ask more questions at the moment. One of them held on to the money box and didn't let go, the other held on to the cable and got into the car strangely.
Lin Nianhe had just helped them into the car, and just as he was about to sit in the driver's seat, he heard a roar from afar: "Old man! Don't run away! Give me back the rope!"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
She glanced at the cable in her master's arms and silently took out her wallet.
Lin Nianhe didn't want to get them involved in the fight with Nishi, so he drove them to the hotel where Editor Zhu and the others were staying.
The two of them rested in the car for a while, then returned to the hotel and had another bowl of wonton noodles, and then they felt better.
Rong Zhiguo wiped his mouth: "Tell me, what's going on?"
"I really just have a project to invest in and I need money urgently." Lin Nianhe said, "I asked Uncle Chang to bring you here because I want to show you some of the production lines here. What if I can provide you with some inspiration?"
Rong Zhiguo was slightly startled and glared at her: "Nonsense, you can see other people's production lines if you want? Why don't you want to go to heaven?"
"I know someone who can take you into the women's restrooms and bathhouses if you don't want to."
Rong Zhiguo: "
What's the matter? He took you into a men's bathhouse? "
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Teachers can always hurt you from tricky angles.
Xiao Lin took a deep breath and turned to look at the ***: "Uncle Chang, how are the sales this year?"
"The sausage production line is selling well," *** said, "but the sales of hand-operated threshers have dropped a lot - you can get 3.2 million."
Lin Nianhe's first dividend was three million. It was because production was insufficient and the machinery factory could not produce that much.
But now that the production line has matured, the number of goods sold is not much more than the first time.
In fact, sales of hand-operated threshers have been on a downward trend since the autumn trade fair last year.
"It's a normal phenomenon," Lin Nianhe accepted it calmly. "This is not a very advanced technique. It's normal for others to produce it."
***Zhong nodded and immediately smiled: "But it's good that you're fine. The money will definitely be enough for you."
When I heard Lin Nianhe say that he wanted to invest money in business, he subconsciously felt that the 3.2 million he had brought was extremely sufficient.
Lin Nianhe smiled and said, "That's enough."
She didn't explain what she was going to do. After eating with them, she saw that they were too tired, so she let them have a good rest and agreed to pick them up tomorrow for a visit.
Lin Nianhe returned to her room with the money box, counted the money according to the exchange rate, and called the Shen family to pick her up.
…
When Lin Nianhe gave her share of the money to Shen Jin, Nishi finally got clues about the "conspirator" from Eric.
In the past three days, Eric "bought" another 500,000 pieces of news.
Nishi was too expensive this time, but Eric gave a good reason - no one knew this news, it was special news, so you had to pay more.
Nishi had no other choice. Her biggest connection in Xiangjiang was still drinking tea at the ICAC, and she couldn't find anyone else to investigate the matter.
"The person who wrote the article couldn't find any clues. He must have hired someone to write it. The people at the newspaper also refused to explain. My friends found out that the leader in charge of the final review bought a house not long ago, so they looked for him. The secretary asked and asked for a high price..."
Eric sighed silently and looked at Nici with questioning eyes, as if asking her if she wanted to continue listening.
He actually didn't understand why the other party made up such a simple lie for three days.
Nishi frowned impatiently: "Say it quickly."
Eric glanced at the door and whispered: "The secretary didn't recognize the man, but he remembered that he had a tattoo on his left hand."
Among their group, only one man named Thomas had a tattoo on the back of his hand.
And this Mr. Thomas was one of the people sent by Mrs. Gemu to monitor Nishi. It was he who took the lead in stopping Nishi from wasting time on Lin Nianhe at the door of the hotel that day.
"really!"
Nishi's eyes were gloomy, she pressed the armrest of the chair and cursed in a low voice.
Eric looked at her expression and whispered, "Madam, would you like to bring Thomas over?"
"No, you do this..."
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