He thought he thought highly enough of Qin Yang, but he didn't expect that Qin Yang would surprise him again and again.
"Okay, I can handle it!" Zhou Wanan said solemnly.
"But I don't have a bank card..."
Zhou Wanan said quickly: "I'll report the card number and put it into this card!"
"Okay, thank you very much, Uncle Zhou."
Only then did Zhou Wanan realize that Qin Yang no longer called him Mr. Zhou, but Uncle Zhou!
Although it is just a change in title, the meaning is completely different.
"Haha, why are you being polite to me?"
Zhou Wanan was in a good mood, and then reported his bank card number.
Yang Jianrong immediately asked someone to transfer money, and soon, 1.5 billion was credited to his account.
"Can, can you let me go?" Yang Jianrong lay on the ground, feeling very uncomfortable.
Qin Yang smiled and threw out the fifth silver needle. Yang Jianrong's head tilted as if he had had a stroke, his mouth was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and his saliva was drooling.
"Uh...you...gussuisuiyo (not keeping your word)!"
Yang Jianrong could not speak clearly, his face was full of fear and anger.
Qin Yang said calmly: "One billion is money to buy your life. I won't kill you."
"However, death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided."
Qin Yang walked to the door and prepared to leave.
"You have a strong intention to kill me. Obviously, you still hold on to some hope."
"I think it should be the person called Dong Sandao, right?"
"In that case, I will wait for him to come to me."
Immediately, Qin Yang opened the door and left.
Yang Jianrong lay on the ground with his mouth crooked and his eyes squinting, filled with resentment.
Qin Yang, this person must die!
He wanted to contact Dong Sandao as soon as possible and ask him to come to Yunyang City and take Qin Yang's head.
...
After leaving Yang's house, Qin Yang took out his mobile phone and dialed Lin Shuangwu's number.
"Which hospital are you in?" Qin Yang asked directly.
"City No. 1 Hospital..." Lin Shuangwu's voice choked up: "Come quickly, the doctor said that my mother and grandfather's situation is not very optimistic..."
Hearing this, Qin Yang frowned slightly: "Impossible! I used silver needles to hold their breath!"
As he said that, his face changed slightly: "Did you take away the silver needle?"
Lin Shuangwu seemed a little dumbfounded. She trembled and said, "I, I don't know... I sent them to the hospital. As soon as the doctor saw the silver needles, they had them removed..."
Qin Yang's face darkened. Damn it, in order not to let Mu Tiezhen go, he was too anxious and forgot to remind Lin Shuangwu.
"Find a way to catch their breath or restore the three injections. I'll be there in ten minutes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yang hung up the phone and went straight to the city hospital.
Here, Lin Shuangwu just hung up the phone with Qin Yang and hurried to the doctor's office where the silver needle had just been removed.
"Doctor Zhu! Can you please restore the injections you just pulled out?" Lin Shuangwu said hurriedly.
Dr. Zhu was a middle-aged man in his forties. He raised his head and glanced at Lin Shuangwu.
"Ms. Lin, please don't make trouble unreasonably. Those silver needles are not on the acupuncture points, so there is no way they will have any effect."
"Are you afraid that you have listened to some charlatan? You should believe in modern medical technology."
"But..."
Dr. Zhu's face darkened: "Ms. Lin, as a non-professional, you should stop messing around."
"There are too many charlatans in today's society. I hope Ms. Lin can have correct judgment!"