Chapter 160 You Still Want My Life
Zheng Xun was captured by men in black.
He was caught off guard and abducted into this pure black off-road vehicle. He was now sitting in the back seat, his legs neatly folded and his hands clenched on his knees.
There were two bodyguards wearing sunglasses, one on the left and one on the right, who were about half as strong as Zheng Xun, squeezing him in the middle.
Helpless, weak, and wanting to escape.
Sitting opposite him was a beautiful woman wearing a dark blue suit and skirt. She also wore sunglasses and looked very untouchable.
"This...ma'am," Zheng Xun said hesitantly, "Where are you taking me?"
The beauty has a cold attitude and talks very little, acting businesslike.
"Mr. Zheng, please don't be afraid, we just want to take something away from you."
Zheng Xun hugged himself immediately.
"What do you want? My life? Money? No, my life."
"..."
The beauty seemed silent for a moment, then spoke again and added.
"Please rest peacefully for a while. Our president will have a detailed discussion with you when we arrive at your destination."
When Zheng Xun heard what she said, he really closed his eyes and took a rest.
The heart is really big.
His cell phone buzzed and vibrated. It was a call from Cheng Jie and the others.
“Can I please reply with a message?”
The beauty nodded reservedly.
"Please help yourself."
Zheng Xun lowered his head and quickly edited a message.
The bodyguard brother next to him accidentally saw it and almost stopped.
What he sent was——
Zheng Xun is in our hands. If we want to redeem him quickly, ask me for 100 million to see if we are sincere.
Cheng Jie and the other three were anxious when they saw the text message sent on their mobile phones and glanced at the content.
Huo Ziyan was worried.
"What does this mean? Are you really kidnapped? There is no card number, and the mobile phone used is Zheng Xun's. There is no contact information. How can I transfer it?"
Although He Yuxing noticed something was wrong, it was a big deal that someone was missing.
"You can call me again and find out where the person is coming from. Is he Zheng Xun's enemy or his sworn enemy? This kid has been causing trouble all day long. It's just his luck that he was kidnapped now."
Cheng Jie was not as panicked as the other two. In fact, as soon as he saw the message, he knew who it was from.
"Why are you still asking? Zheng Xun sent it himself."
He also quickly took off and sent a message to Zheng Xun's mobile phone——
I would rather send money to Qin Shihuang to raise an army.
Zheng Xun on the other side:...
Cheng Jie put his cell phone in his pocket and took the other two people to the teahouse.
"Let's go. It's okay. He can handle it on his own. Let's go eat."
At this time, Zheng Xun was holding a mobile phone in his hand, helplessly squeezed in the middle.
"People's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and the world is in trouble. Even if you don't give me a hundred million dollars, there is no love in this world."
"..."
There was only silence in response to him.
Zheng Xun was finally taken to the foot of a tall office building. He glanced at the sign hanging at the front door of the first floor.
——White Tower Players Association Headquarters
Is it actually the General Association?
Zheng Xun followed the capable and beautiful sister into the association building with a confused look on his face. There were many staff in suits busy inside. Many of them must have recognized him and kept glancing at him secretly and whispering. to discuss.
The beautiful sister’s name is Chu Li, and she claims to be the president’s assistant.
Zheng Xun followed her and took the elevator all the way to the top floor.
The elevator door opened, revealing only one office on the entire floor.
Zheng Xun was carried to the door of the office by two bodyguards. Chu Li knocked on the door and opened the door after getting permission.
Then she held the folder and stepped aside, looking at her nose, nose and heart without saying a word.
Only Zheng Xun and his bodyguards were allowed in.
After entering, Zheng Xun found that it was not as luxurious as he imagined, with only the most basic office equipment.
Behind a simple wooden desk, someone sat.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man stepped away from his busy affairs and greeted the visitors with a smile on his face.
"Hello, Zheng..."
He witnessed with his own eyes Zheng Xun being held up by two bodyguards.
"What...what are you doing! Mr. Zheng is our distinguished guest, why are you so rude!"
The bodyguard also explained helplessly.
"President, this is Mr. Zheng's personal request."
Zheng Xun nodded. Although he looked like he had been kidnapped, his tone was unusually cheerful.
"Yeah, I'm too tired and too lazy to walk, so I asked them to help me. Thank you."
He also thanked people.
The man called "President" was about thirty-five or six years old, much younger than Zheng Xun imagined. He thought he would be at least sixty years old to sit in this position.
The president’s surname is Xu, and his name is Xu Xi. In appearance he has a very upright handsomeness, and so does his temperament. At first glance, he looks like the kind of highly educated and talented student who has gone all the way to a prestigious university.
President Xu asked the bodyguard to put Mr. Zheng down quickly, then invited him to sit on the sofa and poured him a cup of hot tea.
Zheng Xun held the tea in both hands, his eyes watering.
"President Xu, there's no need to be so polite. Let's just relax. You suddenly brought me to the General Association. Is there something going on?"
Seeing that he was straightforward, Xu Xi stopped beating around the bush.
"Mr. Zheng is a cheerful person. I was rude just now. Please don't take offense."
"President Xu, just call me Zheng Xun."
"Okay, then Zheng Xun, I will tell you directly."
Zheng Xun originally thought that Xu Xi came to him to get a job, and most of the people who came to him did so for this reason.
But Xu Xi is different from the others.
He wants to invite Zheng Xun to participate in the upcoming All-Star Game and appear in the name of the General Association.