How much does it cost to kill a person of Zhu Jianshen's status?
There's a bounty of tens of billions of dollars on his head, but he can't be killed.
Because you have no chance.
But through food, it's much simpler.
All it takes is a person who is proficient in pharmacology and layout to achieve it easily.
For example, if the Zhu family is not self-sufficient, they need to purchase from outside.
So, for a long time, there must be a fixed supplier.
Below the suppliers, there are various sub-tier providers.
Everything from tofu, eggs, and various vegetables are what the Zhu family needs every day, right?
Then, as long as the layout is good, you only need to send a few people to become employees of the above providers, and you can easily do anything.
If you change the ingredients provided every day at will, the gods will not notice.
In this way, in as short as three to five days or as long as one month, Zhu Jianshen will die to the point of death.
Even if you trace the origin, you can't find the cause of his death.
Because these providers don't even know that there is something wrong with these things.
In fact, there is no problem.
The problem only arises after the combination.
And it's even possible to do all this without spending a million dollars.
One million U.S. dollars, get 10 billion U.S. dollars.
Do you want to do it or not?
Why has Zhu Yiyi never even eaten at KFC? I’m so envious.
Because it is absolutely impossible for her to eat anywhere except at home.
Not even drinking water.
Don't think this is pretentious.
This is real.
This is the style that a top aristocratic family should have.
"I am a person who likes to convince people with reason."
After Su Mu finished speaking, he spread his hands:
"So, I asked all the bosses before, how much are you worth."
Han Houde said nothing, but the two middle-aged men behind him couldn't help it.
The two people opened their mouths and cursed, looking as if they wanted to kill Su Mu.
"Boy, what are you talking about with us?"
"That's right, who do you think you are?"
Han Houde's hands and feet suddenly became cold.
I'm going to fuck you, uncle.
This kind of partner is a rip-off.
When Su Mu spoke, Han Houde didn't think he was talking nonsense.
If he didn't have this ability, Han Houde might as well just urinate and drown himself.
But these two pig teammates actually fell out at each other.
Han Houde knew that there were real aristocratic families in this world.
Their worth, in front of others...!
He is a bastard.
Some things simply cannot be thought of.
The more I think about it, the more something is wrong.
The more I think about it, the more I become distraught.
If you offend this kind of existence, everyone present will definitely die without a burial place.
We usually call each other brothers and sisters, but at this time, we don't care.
Before Han Houde could speak, Su Mu's phone vibrated slightly.
When I picked it up and looked at it, it was an unfamiliar number.
Su Mu thought for a while and answered the phone.
On the other end of the phone was a slightly older, but very cautious voice:
"Are you Su Mu?"
Su Mu asked back:
"who are you?"
The other party immediately said:
"My surname is Zhang. I'm sorry. From now on, Zhang Qing is no longer a member of the Zhang family. Feel free to kill or chop him into pieces. On behalf of the Zhang family, I would like to express my deepest gratitude to you."
Su Mu was a little dumbfounded.
What?
Direct cutting?
So how can I get benefits from the Zhang family?
Why should I kill someone if nothing happens?
I am a good and law-abiding citizen.
This call was made right in front of Han Houde.
Su Mu didn't carry the other person's back either.
Han Houde heard it clearly.
Then……!
Han Houde exploded.
My intuition was like a bolt from the blue, exploding directly in my head.
Zhang family?
The Zhang family has a place in the Senate.
That was the Zhang family that he had to look at and wanted to curry favor with, but could only reluctantly curry favor with.
And Zhang Qing, Qing Shao, is the only male of the three generations of the Zhang family.
In other words, this is the heir to the Zhang family.
Then, because he offended the person in front of him, Mr. Zhang directly called him to apologize, and then announced that he was severing relations with Zhang Qing?
There is no such fantastic story as the Arabian Nights.
But before my eyes, it happened.
How could Han Houde not know the status of the Zhang family?
The more you know, the more frightened you are.
Looking at Su Mu, Han Houde knelt down directly.
It's not that he wants to kneel down.
But...the knees really can't support the weight of the body.
Su Mu's eyes were filled with amusement.
Han Houde only felt that his eyes were turning black, stars were rising randomly, and his soul seemed to be swaying and flying out of his body.
Others, seeing Han Houde kneeling down, felt their hands and feet were cold.
The middle-aged policeman was even more stunned.
It's not like I've hit a brick wall.
This is really kicking the tank.
Who is he?
Su Mu hung up the phone a little depressed, and Jiang Wangshu called again.
He found out all the details of Han Houde and several others.
For this call, Su Mu turned on the loudspeaker function.
"This Han Houde doesn't have much money. He claims to have tens of billions of assets, but the bank loan is only 3.5 billion. If you scratch the real estate and other things, it would be good to have 5 billion. Are you interested in this little money?"
Han Houde knelt on the ground, covered in chaff.
Who is this?
A phone call? Investigate your background thoroughly.
Su Mu said angrily:
"His big boy actually knocked down my barbecue stall. I want him to compensate me for the leeks."
Jiang Wangshu laughed and cursed:
"Naughty."
Then they reported the net worth of several other people. Some of them claimed to be worth nearly 10 billion, but in fact they were only around 3 billion.
If you scroll through it, the total amount is less than 20 billion, and most of it is real estate.
Su Mu's face turned a little ugly on the spot.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wangshu sneered:
"How can you pack a big clove of garlic if you don't have money? It's a waste of my expression."
After saying that, he patted his butt directly and returned to Xie Yutong.
The few pseudo-rich people who were still standing were so frightened that they almost urinated and pooped. Their buttocks were trembling, and they felt as if the breeze was blowing, and it was chilling to their bones.
No matter how hot the sun is, it can't dispel the coldness in their hearts.
This is really like returning to the pre-liberation period after decades of hard work.
Han Youlin and several rich second generations were completely confused.
One of the middle-aged men laughed nervously, closed his eyes, and fell straight down, with no one around to support him.
The team of lawyers who were following them all had their heads lowered, wanting to find a hole right away and dive right in.
What a bunch of little beasts.
How dare I provoke such a person.
The thoughts in the minds of the rich are rare and unified.
If I had known this, I shouldn't have given birth to him in the first place. Wouldn't it be better to just shoot him against the wall?
Han Houde felt the deepest.
He collapsed to the ground, sweat flowing down his body like a waterfall.
In no time, I was already soaked all over.
But he didn't dare to stand up at all, and he didn't have the strength to stand up.
A friend beside me cried and asked:
"Old Han, think of something quickly."
Han Houde laughed miserably, his face turned ashen:
"What can you think of? What else can you think of? These beasts, that Zhang Qing... damn it!"
He suddenly laughed ferociously and said through gritted teeth:
"Even if I do, I will bite that bastard to death one by one."
Han Houde already hated Zhang Qing to the core.
He knew that his sons and others must have been bewitched by Zhang Qing to do such a thing.
To begin with, who can you blame?
Before this happened, who among them didn't think that as long as they relied on young people, they would be profitable in the future?
What should we do now?
Survive with a broken arm?
But……!
Listen to other people's voices.
Twenty billion is a waste of people’s expressions.