N-A-A Chapter 86 This is a kidnapping
Chapter 86 This is a kidnapping
"I had a car accident first, then I went to the police station, but the station was blocked by taxi drivers. I didn't come back until they left."
Ah Jian's wife looked worried.
"What happened? Are you alright?"
"Of course I'm fine."
Ah Jian showed off himself.
Do I look like something's wrong to you?
"Why would you go to the police station after a car accident?"
Ah Jian's wife asked again.
Ah Jian was about to speak when he glanced at his wife's big belly out of the corner of his eye, and swallowed his words back.
"Don't worry about it, I'm fine anyway."
"Feed".
Ah Jian's wife looked displeased.
"You tell me but don't tell me everything, and that makes me very uncomfortable."
Ah Jian: "..."
He had no choice but to recount the whole story.
As Ah Jian's wife listened, her face grew increasingly grim, and finally she let out a snort through her nose.
"Why are those taxi drivers so dishonest? Luckily, the police arrested them."
"By the way, why did they end up surrounding the police station?"
"I don't know about that, anyway, they were all gone when I came out."
Ah Jian forcibly changed the subject.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Ah Cong will be here soon."
Yu Kai-chung is the head of the Regional Crime Unit in Hong Kong Island and one of Ah Kin's few friends.
"Oh, then hurry up and tidy up, otherwise it will be too messy later."
The two tidied up quickly, and then the doorbell rang.
Ah Jian opened the door, and Yu Qicong stood outside, his eyes showing two dark circles as if he had been beaten.
"Come in and sit down."
Ah Jian stepped aside.
The small talk was dry and uninteresting.
When Ah Jian's wife went into the kitchen and closed the door, the sizzling sound of oil frying in the pan came out.
Ah Jian lowered his voice.
"Hey, why do you look so haggard? Another big case?"
Yu Qicong sank into the sofa and wiped his face with his hand.
"Don't even mention it."
His voice was hoarse.
"The butcher has struck again on a rainy night."
"What?!"
Ah Jian suddenly sat up straight, his knee hitting the corner of the coffee table with a loud thud.
The kitchen door was opened a crack, and Ah Jian's wife peeked out.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
Ah Jian waved his hand repeatedly, and only after the door closed again did he lean closer to Yu Qi Cong to continue.
"Have they caught them yet?"
"Things won't be like this if we catch the person."
"Speaking of which, I also went to the police station today."
"Really? What bad thing have you done? Does your sister-in-law know?"
"It wasn't me who did anything wrong, it was those taxi drivers..."
Ah Jian then recounted the whole story.
Yu Qicong became interested.
"I also heard that taxi drivers surrounded the Wan Chai Police Station, it turns out it was because of you."
"Don't talk nonsense! How can it be because of me?"
"Besides you, who else would a taxi driver surround a police station for no reason?"
Ah Jian froze, his face gradually paling, and finally he murmured something.
"I see..."
Yu Qicong continued to ask.
"What was that policeman's name?"
"I think his name is Chen Yuan?"
Yu Qicong touched his chin.
"You're lucky you ran into this constable."
"How so? Is he very good?"
"Let me tell you..."
......
The next day.
Ah Jian escorted his wife out of the mall and glanced at his watch.
"Let me take you home first."
"Take me back?"
Ah Jian's wife refused.
"I can go back by myself."
"And look."
She pointed to the long line of people scrambling for taxis on the street.
"There are a lot of people at this time."
Ah Jian frowned as he looked at the passengers waving their arms and almost lunging at the bus.
"That's strange, why does it feel like there are so many people today?"
Was it just his imagination?
Or is it just that there are fewer cars?
......
Jinhui Auto Sales.
When Zhang Jinhui, the owner of the car dealership, stepped unsteadily through the door, his hangover head was still throbbing.
I drank too much whiskey last night, and now my mouth tastes bitter.
As soon as I entered the car dealership, the secretary came up to me, her voice tense.
"Boss, something terrible has happened. More than a dozen vehicles have not changed shifts on time."
"What?"
Zhang Jinhui stood there stunned, his drunkenness mostly gone.
"Have you contacted them? Which bastards are they?!"
He just drank a lot of alcohol, how come he's like this as soon as he gets to work?
Could it be those guys who surrounded the police station yesterday?
Were they arrested by the police?
And then the car was impounded too?
Several thoughts flashed through his mind in a jumble, before he finally came to a conclusion.
I need to call the police station to find out what's going on.
The secretary added.
"I got in touch with them. The person on the other end of the phone said to call back when you arrive."
"What do you mean?"
Zhang Jinhui was stunned again.
"Have these losers become so arrogant now?"
He passed by the car dealership lobby, where a dozen or so drivers who didn't have cars were sitting.
When they saw him pass by, they all stood up.
Zhang Jinhui raised his hand, pressed his palm down, signaling them to calm down, and walked into the office without stopping.
"Who told me to call him?"
"Brother Tiger."
"That bastard."
He picked up the receiver and dialed the number from the phone book.
Shortly after, the call was connected.
Before the other end could speak, Zhang Jinhui's cursing had already erupted, spittle flying onto the receiver.
"Damn it! Where's the bus? Where are the people?"
"Do you think my car dealership is a charity? Bring your car back right now!"
"Otherwise, you won't be able to make money in Hong Kong Island anymore!"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then a soft laugh came through.
"Heh~"
"Boss Zhang, who do you think I am, Fat Cheung of Tung Sing?"
Zhang Jinhui was stunned for a moment.
Dongxing?
Isn't this Tiger's phone number?
He vaguely sensed something was wrong, and then he heard the person on the other end continue speaking.
"Your people and vehicles are with me. Pay up to ransom them."
This is a kidnapping!
Zhang Jinhui immediately confirmed this.
Why would gangsters extort money from car dealerships?
Before he could think, his throat tightened, and he forced out a bluffing, cold laugh.
"Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"
"Go ahead and report it."
Fei Xiang, feeling emboldened, said.
"I'll release him as long as you call the police."
"Beep, beep, beep—"
The busy signal rang out, crisp and efficient.
Zhang Jinhui was still holding the receiver, his arm frozen in mid-air.
His family is very wealthy and powerful, unlike the gangsters.
If we call the police, even if the person is released, the car dealership will never be able to operate again.
Today you might be extorted, tomorrow your house might be set on fire, and the day after tomorrow all your tires might be punctured.
He gritted his teeth and dialed the number back.
This time, the phone was answered after only ringing halfway.
Fei Xiang's smiling voice came through.
"Boss Zhang, what's wrong?"
"How do I pay? How much?"
Zhang Jinhui gritted his teeth and said.
"Boss Zhang is generous."
Fei Xiang praised him sincerely.
"Cash only, not much, 200,000 for a car, 100,000 for each person."
"Why don't you just rob it?!"
Zhang Jinhui roared.
"I'm robbing them right now."
Fei Xiang asked in confusion.
Zhang Jinhui: "..."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Where do I pay?!"
"exist..."
Fei Xiang gave a remote address in Causeway Bay and thoughtfully added that.
"Oh, and remember to bring plenty of people, otherwise there won't be anyone to drive."
The phone hangs up.
Zhang Jinhui slumped in his chair, his face deathly pale.
How did I get involved with gangsters?
The same scene was repeated in the office of the owner of Zhida Auto Dealership.
When the words "Dongxing Feixiang" came through the receiver, the cigar in the hands of the boss of Zhida fell to the ground, and the cigarette butt burned a large hole in the carpet.