"Because I know a secret. This secret is related to a huge wealth. If I can get it, I will be as rich as the country." Yang Bei said mysteriously.
"You want to talk about treasure?" the old man asked suspiciously.
"That's pretty much what I mean, otherwise why would they spend so much money on me?" Yang Bei nodded.
"What does that have to do with me? I just want to exchange you for money."
"You are stupid. Ten million and wealth can rival the country. What do you choose?"
"I choose 10 million!"
"Ten million or endless money, how do you choose?"
"I choose 10 million!"
"..."
Yang Bei was really speechless. How could anyone not choose such an easy multiple-choice question? "Old man, can you take a longer-term view? The ten million you will spend will soon be spent."
"Young man, you're a bit immature when you want to fool me. Do you want to go treasure hunting with me and split the money?"
"almost!"
"You think I'm stupid? How old are you for returning a treasure? Even if there is any, it must have been targeted. My old bones can't stand the torment, but the 10 million is a real deal."
"As long as you let me go, I can tell you the secret. Wouldn't it be better for you to exchange the secret for more money?" Yang Bei said.
"No, the less you know about secrets, the longer you will live. I haven't lived enough yet, so I choose 10 million. Is that enough?"
"No, I have another immature suggestion." Yang Bei shook his head.
"Why are you in so much trouble? Tell me!" the old man said impatiently.
"Think about it, if they are offering 10 million now, does that mean they will offer more money?"
"You mean, if I don't hand you over to them now, I'll wait until they raise the price?" The old man reacted immediately.
"Smart, so let me go first..." Before Yang Bei could finish his words, he was knocked unconscious by the old man's knife, "Old man, I hate you!"
"Tch, you think I'm stupid, but your suggestion is very mature. I can arrest you first and wait until they increase the price before handing you over. That's the decision." The old man murmured to himself for a while, and then asked Yang Bei
Put it into a sack.
Even though he looked frail, he looked steady when he carried Yang Bei, who weighed more than 100 kilograms.
Maybe this is the power of money. You may not be able to carry a hundred kilograms of iron, but you can run away with a hundred kilograms of gold.
"Old man, have you seen a man named Yang Bei?"
Before the old man had gone far, he was stopped by a group of fierce-looking people, who were obviously looking for Yang Bei.
"Never heard of it." The old man shook his head.
"That's the man." One person took out the missing person notice and showed it to the old man.
The old man looked at it and said, "I think I've seen it before. Let's go over there."
"Hurry up!" The expressions of the group changed and they were about to chase after him, but they saw the sack on the old man's back. "Wait a minute, what are you carrying?"
"It's just some waste paper shells for water bottles and the like. I have no children, so I can only pick up some waste products." The old man said pitifully.
"Fuck, you're so unlucky to meet a beggar, hurry up and leave." The group of people cursed and chased in the direction pointed by the old man.
"You scold me!" The old man's face darkened, and he looked at the backs of the group of people with slightly narrowed eyes.
Then he hid Yang Bei in a corner and chased the group of people.
"What do you think we should do with the ten million we got?"
"Nonsense, of course we should find a club to have some fun first!"
"With your little potential, you know nothing but women all day long."
A group of people were discussing unscrupulously, unaware of the danger that had come.
Then they suddenly felt a black shadow flash past, and then a person appeared in front of them.
"Fuck, it's a human or a ghost."
The black shadow is of course the old man, and he is a man who must take revenge. This group of people dared to call him an old beggar, which cannot be forgiven.
"Fuck, it's you old bastard who scared me to death. Get out now or I'll throw away all the rags you collected." A group of people shouted angrily.
"I'm sorry, you lost your things!" the old man said calmly.
"what?"
A group of people looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all a little confused.
"Integrity!" the old man said calmly.
"What is integrity?" The leader was stunned.
"Boss, he's scolding us," a younger brother said.
"Fuck, that old man dares to scold us, teach him a lesson!" Pingtou's face darkened and he shouted angrily.
"Old man, we have a chance to make money today. We didn't want to cause trouble, but I didn't expect you to be a bitch. Then it's not our fault."
A group of people walked towards the old man with a ferocious smile. They didn't care whether the other person was an old man or not, they wanted to teach him a lesson first.
Soon, pig-like screams and dull collisions rang out in the darkness.
Of course, things were completely different to Heping Tou and the others. They were actually beaten up by an old man.
"Fuck, what the hell!" Flathead looked at the old man in horror, then turned around and ran away.
But before he could run a few steps, he was kicked back by the old man, and there was a faint sound of bones breaking in his chest.
"You are a bunch of rubbish. After you recover from your injuries, you should be a good person. I will beat you when I have nothing to do!" The old man spat a few times, then turned around and left.
But when he returned to the place where Yang Bei had been hiding, he found that there was only a torn sack left, "Damn it, did you run away?"
He looked around, but there was no trace of Yang Bie.
"Damn it, they are all those scum!"
The old man cursed and returned to the place where he had beaten the men with their heads just now.
"Uncle...Uncle, why are you back again?"
Ping Tou and others were helping each other to get up, but they saw the old man coming back, and their hearts skipped a beat.
"What the hell, it's all your fault. The duck flew away." The old man threw the torn sack on the ground and said coldly.
"We will pay!" Ping Tou breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the scraps picked up by the uncle were stolen, so why don't they just pay the compensation?
"Ten million!" said the old man.
"How much?" Flathead took a breath of cold air. Isn't this blackmail?
"Ten million, I don't want more from you, but not even a penny less." said the old man.
"Uncle, we really don't have that much money." Ping Tou said tremblingly.
"You don't have that much money, but you still walk so arrogantly and don't recognize your relatives. Aren't you afraid of being beaten?" The old man's face became increasingly ugly.
"We will never dare to do it again. We must start a new life." Pingtou and others were so frightened that they could hardly stand still.
"No need for that later, I will teach you how to be a good person today." The old man snorted coldly, stepped forward and beat you violently again.
"Stop...stop fighting, ah..."
Everyone immediately screamed miserably.
"Why are you shouting so loudly? Please spare my life. If you don't go to work, others will have to go to work tomorrow." The old man shouted.
Ping Tou and the others immediately stopped screaming, and tears fell from the corners of their eyes.
"Be more honest from now on. I will beat you when I have time." After the beating was almost done, the old man snorted coldly and walked away.