Chapter 508

Soon, the police finished writing the ticket and left immediately.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yucheng couldn't help but smile:

"Hao Ge, you are still smart."

Zhang Ziqiang extinguished the cigarette butt unhurriedly and threw it on the ground:

"Do it."

As soon as the words fell, two Mazda cars followed Wei Zeju's Mercedes-Benz, and soon, they blocked it in front and behind at the scheduled intersection.

And Wei Zeju's driver had never seen such a formation, so he stepped on the brake directly, and the rear car was caught off guard and hit it directly.

"Take action."

Zhang Ziqiang got off swaggeringly, not even wearing a mask.

Although Zhang Sun and others were surprised, they still put on headgear; they had to leave a way out for themselves and would not let others recognize their identities.

At this time, Zhang Sun had already taken advantage of the fact that these bodyguards had not reacted, and threw a grenade directly under the car, instantly.

"Bang!"

A huge bombing sound came, and this Mercedes-Benz was scrapped on the spot, and these bodyguards died miserably.

Zhang Ziqiang held an AK, his expression cold, got off the car quickly, saw the car overturned, and laughed loudly:

"Why, is this filming a movie?"

Then he fired several shots at Wei Zeju's car.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Get off the car, get off the car quickly."

Knowing it was a bulletproof car, he was unscrupulous.

Wei Zeju had long been scared out of his wits: "Don't shoot."

Even if he had the experience of being kidnapped, such a thing happening also made him lose his head, hugging his head and squatting down; the richer people are, the more afraid of death they are:

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

He didn't expect these bodyguards to be of no use, and looking at the grenade and AK in Zhang Ziqiang's hand, he immediately had no thought of resistance and opened the car door directly.

Zhang Ziqiang looked around, and there were not many witnesses, so he dragged Wei Zeju into the car directly:

"Hurry up and go."

Zhang Ziqiang directly hijacked Wei Zeju into the car, and with a roar, stepped on the accelerator to the end and drove away.

And this kidnapping was extremely smooth; by the time the police heard the movement, they had already fled the scene of the crime.

……

At six o'clock that evening.

In Wei Jiacheng's villa, the food on the dining table had not been moved, and this family banquet was missing only his eldest son, Wei Zeju.

Everyone's eyes were full of worry, having already known the news of Wei Zeju's kidnapping.

Wei Jiacheng looked at the driver and did not blame him:

"Did you see the faces of these people clearly?"

The driver smiled bitterly:

"Boss, I really don't know who they are; these people pointed guns at me and pressed my head, I was scared to death."

Wei Jiacheng knew this was the second time; as Hong Kong's number one rich man, he had the temperament; he was not afraid of thieves stealing, but afraid of thieves thinking about it.

Wei Zekai smiled bitterly: "Big brother has a heavenly appearance, he will definitely be fine."

Just at this time, the nanny suddenly ran over in a hurry:

"Boss, there is a man outside saying he knows where the young master is."

Wei Jiacheng's face was indifferent, and he snorted coldly:

"Daring to come to the door, what a big courage."

No need to speculate, the identities of these people were obvious; they were kidnappers.

But for the safety of his son, Wei Jiacheng did not get angry:

"Let him in."

Soon, Zhang Ziqiang, wearing a suit, walked into the villa slowly, looking at the luxurious pendants around, his eyes showing sternness, straightened his suit, and looked at Wei Jiacheng.

"Mr. Wei, nice to meet you, nice to meet you, my name is Zhang Ziqiang."

Wei Jiacheng just sat on the sofa, did not shake hands with Zhang Ziqiang, and did not speak.

And Wang Liqiao looked at the tie Zhang Ziqiang was wearing, and her face changed slightly:

"This tie is A-Ju's."

Zhang Ziqiang was calm and composed:

"Sorry, I think this tie is very beautiful, so I wore it."

Wei Zekai couldn't hold his breath:

"How is my brother?"

Everyone knew that Wei Zeju was kidnapped by the man in front of him.

Wei Jiacheng knew that the visitor was not good:

"You leave, I will talk to this gentleman alone."

"Dad."

(caad) Wei Zekai was just about to continue speaking, and Wei Jiacheng waved his hand to let him leave.

Zhang Ziqiang looked at a table of dishes behind him and said arrogantly:

"Four dishes and one soup, very light."

After speaking, he sat on the sofa swaggeringly; he didn't expect Wei Jiacheng, as a rich man, to eat not mountain and sea delicacies.

Zhang Ziqiang entered Wei Jiacheng's villa, but was calm and composed, as if it were his own home.

Wei Jiacheng also looked at Zhang Ziqiang up and down; he didn't expect the kidnapper to be so bold.

They didn't choose to call the police in the first time, just because they were afraid of tearing up the ticket; they didn't expect that in less than half a day, the kidnapper had already visited the door in person.

Zhang Ziqiang smiled hypocritically:

"Sorry, I disturbed your family banquet and ate."

Wei Jiacheng knew that the kidnapper came to the door, naturally safe and sound, and said:

"We businessmen have always respected friends in the Jianghu; I will give you 300,000, which is considered to be treating you and your brothers to tea; I will not pursue this matter."

Zhang Ziqiang heard this figure and just said with some mockery:

"300,000?"

"Last time I traveled to the Siam Country, I saw an artist and gave him 300,000."

Zhang Ziqiang's meaning was very clear; since he is the number one rich man, he cannot send away a beggar.

Wei Jiacheng was not surprised by the greed of these kidnappers, just asked:

"How much do you want."

Wei Jiacheng's words until now did not have a trace of warmth, and there was no aggressive tone between words, as if he did not care about his son's safety, full of calmness.

He understood that the more he dealt with these kidnappers, the more panicked he appeared, the easier it was for people to grasp his handle.

What's more, he just treated his son as a training session.

Zhang Ziqiang narrowed his eyes, looking at Wei Jiacheng, who was so calm and composed, and just asked a question first:

"Why are you so calm."

Wei Jiacheng shook his head: "Because this time I was wrong; our popularity in Hong Kong is so high, but the defense is so low."

"How much money do you want?"

Zhang Ziqiang was somewhat annoyed:

"Since you agreed so readily, then three billion, and it must be old banknotes that are not consecutive."

Wei Jiacheng's calm face suddenly showed a trace of surprise, and he did not bargain:

"Three billion?"

He thought Zhang Ziqiang would open his mouth like a lion, but with such a large amount, even if Wei Jiacheng's net worth was hundreds of billions, taking out three billion in funds was not an easy thing.

Wei Jiacheng narrowed his eyes: "Impossible; even if I agree, dozens of banks in Hong Kong cannot take out this money."

"Even if I write a check, I'm afraid you won't dare to take it; why don't you go rob instead."

Zhang Ziqiang knew that Wei Jiacheng was a businessman and would bargain, and said indifferently:

"Mr. Wei, you and I are both robbing, it's just that everyone's way of robbing is different; you can not give it to me, I don't care."