Bang~
There was a flash of fire from the muzzle and a hole drilled into the ground.
Zhao Wumin sat down in fear, his face as white as a piece of paper.
real.
Real guy.
If this hits you, you will die!
The security guard over there was so frightened that he loosened his grip and the baton fell to the ground with a snap.
"Don't...don't kill me, you...you can do whatever you want."
Lin Yue said in a deep voice: "I want money."
The security guard pointed at Zhao Wumin: "He...his office is rich."
Lin Yue looked over: "Is what he said true?"
Zhao Wumin raised his hands and said tremblingly: "Yes, just...as long as you let us go, the money will be yours."
Lin Yue shook the gun in his hand: "There are ropes and tape over there, tie his hands."
Zhao Wumin knew that what he was holding was a real thing, so he didn't dare to think wrongly. He tied the security guard's hands with a rope very obediently, gagged his mouth, and tied him and the dog to a pillar near the courtyard gate.
"Where is the office?"
"East... east."
"take me."
Zhao Wumin was very reluctant to do this, but the gun was held behind him, and he didn't want to risk his life for two dollars.
The two of them walked into the office one after another. Lin Yue took a look at the environment in the room: "Where is the money?"
"In...in the safe?"
"Open!"
Zhao Wumin walked over with a sullen face, turned the lock plate, and pulled it out. The door opened. In the small grid opposite, there were bundles of old people's heads, worth almost 100,000 yuan.
"Put it in a bag."
Lin Yue pointed his gun at the canvas bag on the sofa.
"I asked you to put it in a bag."
Zhao Wumin could only do as he was told, stuffing wads of hundred-dollar bills into a canvas bag. This was the cash he had just gone to the bank in town to withdraw this afternoon, and was going to pay wages to the workers in the factory. This time, all the money was taken away from the gun-wielding thieves. In hand.
Why do you think he came by such a coincidence? It seems like it was pinched a little bit.
He really guessed it. Lin Yue was just picking things up. This afternoon when he was wandering around the town, he saw Zhao Wumin carrying a canvas bag into the bank business hall. When he came out, the canvas bag was bulging. He must have been there. Withdrawn money.
Most of the workers employed in counterfeit workshops like this are from nearby villagers, and they don't know how to pay for social security. Of course, it's impossible to pay wages to bank cards like regular companies do.
Now that I have made up my mind to come here to collect evidence at night, why not stop by and get some pocket money? Anyway, there is no psychological pressure at all when robbing someone like Zhao Wumin.
When Zhao Wumin packed the money, Lin Yue grabbed the canvas bag and escorted the person back to the yard and tied him up with the security guard. Before leaving, he sat down looking at the boiling soup in the electric pot and the meat rolls and vegetables beside it. .
"It's good to live a good life with wine and meat."
He opened a bottle of beer, lifted up the black cloth covering his mouth, blew half the bottle into his mouth, picked up a piece of meat roll with chopsticks, rinsed it in the pot, dipped it in the sauce and stuffed it into his mouth. inside.
"Well, this meat is good, fine beef, right?"
"Hey, why are you two looking at me like this? Are there flowers on my face?"
There is no flower on his face, but there is a birthmark, which is such a big one.
Lin Yue took two more bites, as if he was a little embarrassed about being the guest of honor. He scooped some of the cooked ingredients into a bowl and brought them to the security guard, then took off the tape on his mouth with a snap.
"Come on, eat something, eat something. I'll sit there and eat it. You guys stand aside and watch. I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be afraid, come."
"come on."
Unable to resist the hospitality, the security guard opened his mouth to accept the offer, but it was in vain and he turned around and walked away.
"Is it really delicious? Why is your face so big?"
The security guard was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother. He was obviously the one who made her eat it. Could he be so cruel to others?
Lin Yue said: "Why, you don't accept it?"
"Submit, submit, submit." The security guard said "submit" three times in a row, but he didn't get treatment if he didn't accept it, right?
Lin Yue noticed that Zhao Wumin was smiling, but his mouth was sealed with tape, and the smile on his face was not obvious.
He suddenly remembered something, put down the bowl and walked over to pat Zhao Wumin's clothes.
Woo woo woo...
Zhao Wumin wanted to say something.
"I said something dazzled me in the office just now." As he spoke, he took off the gold chain that Zhao Wumin had stuffed into his clothes: "Why are you still hiding it?"
Woo woo woo...
Woo woo woo...
Zhao Wumin yelled and shook his head, his face as bitter as a Japanese melon.
This time it's the security guard's turn to be proud, thinking that I'll let you gloat about your misfortune. The big gold chain is gone. Let's see how you behave in the future.
Lin Yue sat back at the table, ate all the meat in the box, and ordered a handful of Longkou vermicelli. After he was full, he patted his belly and stood up, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and picked up the canvas bag containing the money. , walked to the security guard and reattached the tape.
Opened the courtyard door and walked out.
Zhao Wumin hated Lin Yue, but he hated the big wolf dog he raised even more. How cowardly was it? He barked twice when the gun-wielding thief didn't show up, and then he didn't say anything again like a firecracker. , the man just threw two pieces of meat to it, and stuck out his buttocks and wagged his tail fiercely.
Is this a loyal dog? This motherfucker has a white-eyed wolf.
…
An hour later, Lin Yue returned to the community, entered the house and sat on the bed in the bedroom to review tonight's harvest.
Ninety-three thousand yuan in cash, and a gold chain. Judging from the weight alone, it can be sold for twenty thousand yuan.
The money was not much, but it was already a large amount of money for Yu Huanshui.
At the same time, Zhao Juemin was woken up by a phone ringing.
He drowsily picked up the phone and put it to his ear, pressed the answer button, and after a few breaths, he stood up with no sleep at all.
"A thief is coming? Are you sure he is a thief?"
"..."
"Stealing workers' wages and pistols? They were targeting us early in the morning."
"..."
"No, no, no, don't call the police. Don't call the police. Why don't you think it's a big deal?"
"..."
"There is no reason. If I tell you not to call the police, just don't call the police."
"..."
"If you do this, stop working when the factory's ready goods are out."
"..."
"Yes, yes, stop first."
"..."
"Workers? Give them a holiday, a long holiday."
Zhao Juemin hung up the phone, picked up the cup on the bedside table and took a sip of water.
According to the incident described by Zhao Wumin, the gun-wielding thieves may have targeted the fake cable manufacturing workshop long ago, otherwise they would have carried out the robbery just in time to pay the workers' wages.
Fortunately, the other party was just looking for money and robbed tens of thousands of yuan and left. Compared with the small amount of money, the loss was basically negligible when the incident was exposed. He also used this incident as an excuse to ask Zhao Wumin to suspend production.
…
Saturday.
Lin Yue used the money he robbed last night to buy himself an outfit, including a mobile phone from Apple, a suit from Dunhill, leather shoes from Tony Iron Lion, and a watch from Cartier.
All the clothes worth up to two thousand yuan were thrown away to him.
On the way home, he looked at Lu Fumeng's profile picture in his WeChat address book and was very puzzled. Calculating the time, it was almost a week since he went to Lu Fumeng's house to ask for the account. Why didn't the other party respond at all?
Is it expensive to exchange 150,000 yuan for Tang Yun's paintings? It's not expensive.
He is the person who acquired the skills of a painter in "Wushuang", and he has lived with Ruan Wen for two or three years, and his ability to appreciate the value of paintings is not low.
Speaking of Tang Yun's painting, the price of 300,000 is quite reasonable.
What happened?
While he was confused, WeChat showed that he had received a new message. Lin Yue turned over his phone and looked at it, and was stunned.
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