"brush!"

Du Yang turned around when he heard the sound, squinted his eyes at Lu Xianghe, and asked anxiously, "Don't fucking useless, tell me, what are you going to do when you find me?"

"Don't I tell you? I have something in my hand that is very valuable, but I have to trade it with others before I can cash in." Lu Xianghe responded with his hands in his pockets.

"Trading with others is the one who killed Qingqing?" Du Yang asked after a moment of fright.

"Yes!" Lu Xianghe nodded and admitted directly.

"Fuck!" Du Yang immediately touched his head anxiously after hearing the sound, and cursed: "Those people dare to shoot and kill people. If you ask me to do this with you, wouldn't you have to risk losing your head?"

"No risk, can you get a lot of money?" Lu Xianghe asked back with a blank expression.

Du Yang was silent when he heard the sound.

"Do you do it or not, please speak quickly!" Lu Xianghe frowned and urged.

"How much can I get?" Du Yang licked his lips.

"I can give you 50,000!" Lu Xianghe responded in a concise manner.

"Fuck! What you got must be several times the 50,000, right?" Du Yang stubbornly thought for a while and said, "Forget it, I don't care how much you take, and you won't tell me! But if you want me to do it together, you will give me at least 100,000! A point is not enough!"

"I can't get that much!" Lu Xianghe shook his head and replied, "I'll add another 20,000 yuan to you. If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone else!"

"Not 70,000, at least 100,000!" Du Yang responded without hesitation.

"Then forget it!" Lu Xianghe threw down his words and turned around and was about to leave.

A cool breeze blew slowly by the river. Du Yang was smoking a cigarette and suddenly shouted at Lu Xianghe's back: "If you don't give me a hundred thousand, I'll call the police! Tell the police that you were beaten to death because you had something in your hand! If the police were eyeing this matter, I believe it would be difficult for you to cash in, right? If the police didn't do it well, the police would have to arrest you!"

Lu Xianghe turned around and looked at Du Yang with a hatred expression, without saying a word.

"You know, I can report you to the police because I don't recognize Qian Liuqing, and I don't have any psychological burden to me!" Du Yang continued shamelessly: "If you don't believe me, try it!"

"Okay, I'll give you 100,000!" Lu Xianghe gritted his teeth and replied.

"Hey, that's right. The JB thing in your hand is definitely not easy to tell. Everyone can earn money together!" Du Yang looked at Lu Xianghe with a smile, and continued to ask, "When are you going to do this?"

"I haven't contacted them yet, but the faster the better." Lu Xianghe responded with a sinister face.

"Haha, I'm really guessing right! You are anxious to take action, you must be afraid that the police will take a look!" Du Yang smiled sinisterly on his face, pointed at Lu Xianghe and continued, "The wife is dead, but you disappeared and will not show up. As long as the police are not fools, they will definitely find that you have a problem!"

Lu Xianghe looked at Du Yang and fell silent again.

"Fuck! You're already carrying a case on your back, right?...You just run away after you want to change the money?" Du Yang guessed again as he thought he was smart.

"Tonight I will call the other party to trade. You can call me a page at noon tomorrow, and I will tell you the location!" Lu Xianghe threw down his words, turned around and left.

By the riverside, Du Yang looked at Lu Xianghe's back and cursed: "There must be something wrong with this dog basket! One hundred thousand? Fuck you, I won't even get a penny in the end!"

...

That night.

Lu Xianghe returned to the hotel again, then drank the beer, took out the accounts collected by Lao Jia, compared with the data above, lowered his head and copied them on the notebook he bought.

After copying, it was already past 10 a.m. at night. Then Lu Xianghe left the hotel, took a taxi to a public telephone booth farther away, and called Lao Jia's cell phone.

"Hello?"

"I, Lu Xianghe!"

"Where the hell are you?" Lao Jia was silent for a few seconds and gritted his teeth and asked, "How come someone will go to your house? What happened?!"

"You pretended to be like this!" Lu Xianghe replied with a sneer.

"I fucking swear to the sky that the person who went to your house was not my search!" Lao Jia had heard from the big ghost that Chen Tianze and Erpang had both visited Lu Xianghe's house that night, so he dared to deny it and defended: "That night, the person who was looking for you should be Lao Jiu's. Do you understand? He had already found that the account was wrong!"

After hearing this, Lu Xianghe was a little confused. Although Qingqing's mother did not tell him that there were another wave of people knocking on the door that night, when he followed the police back to the community, he did see Chen Tianze and Erpang, so he was not 100% sure in his heart. Whose person was who went to his house that night?

"...Sanghe! I'll tell you again, I don't know what happened at your home at all!" Old Jia roared and explained again: "Now Lao Jiu is looking for me, do you know? I've become homeless because of this account!"

"You don't have to say that you are so pitiful. I am really homeless now!" Lu Xianghe responded in a low voice: "What's more, without you using me to let me collect Lao Jiu's private accounts, then my wife will not die, and I will not be able to get to this point! Right?"

Old Jia was silent when he heard the sound.

"I hate you, and I hate Lao Jiu and the others! So, don't you have to explain anything to me, do you understand?" Lu Xianghe asked softly.

"Sanghe, listen to me..."

"I don't want to hear you say that you want the things in my hands and I want money. Let's talk about this!" Lu Xianghe directly interrupted the other party.

After being stunned, Lao Jia frowned and asked, "Okay, I will buy it with money, I will accept it too! How much do you want?"

"Twenty-hundred thousand, cash! I will tell you tomorrow, how to trade!" Lu Xianghe replied in a concise manner.

"Xanghe, the police will not give you 200,000 yuan, so if you call the police, not only will you not get the money, but once you expose the things in your hands, there will be too many people who want to kill you!" Lao Jia said immediately.

"I tried to solve the problem with the police, but it has never been useless... Haha, don't worry, I will get the 200,000 with my own hands!" Lu Xianghe threw down his words and hung up the phone.

More than ten seconds later, Lao Jia immediately called Tu Xiaoshen's cell phone.

...

There was nothing to say that night, and on the morning of the next day, inside Sanxin Company.

"Is there no movement on Uncle Lu Xianghe's side?" Brother Jiu's lips were chapped and his eyes were anxiously asked at Ozawa.

"No, we followed him for twenty-four hours. He was not abnormal at all. He was just busy organizing funerals for Lu Xianghe's wife!" Chen Tianze yawned and replied.

"Di Lingling!"

At the same time, the landline phone rings.

"Hey?!" Brother Jiu quickly answered the phone.

"Have you found that little financial officer named Lu?" his wife, Sister Dan, asked urgently.

"Not yet!" Brother Jiu shook his head.

"...Honey, dad is about to retreat. We can't have any trouble at this time! If the things in the hands of that little financial officer are exposed, our family will be in trouble!" Sister Dan's voice was trembling a little.

"I know it!" Brother Jiu nodded tiredly.

...

At the same time, Du Yang went to the Russian shop early in the morning, bought a knife with a sharp knife, then put it on his waist, went to the public telephone booth, and gave Lu Xianghe a page.
Chapter completed!