Chapter 141 Fixed NPC Rong Yuan
Rong Yuan's cell phone was in Peng Gao's hand. He took it out and took a look at it, then turned it to silent mode and put it aside, ready to give up if the other party couldn't get through the call.
"Ten million is enough? Are you serious?" Rong Yuan thought about what a normal person would say in this situation and asked, "What if I give you the money and you kill me to silence me?"
"Generally, people kill to silence someone because they know something they shouldn't know. If you saw our faces at the murder scene, then there would be no value in silencing us. But now, whether it's our faces, voices or origins, the police have much more information than you know. Is there still a need to silence you?" Peng Gao persuaded patiently.
The ringing finally stopped because no one answered for a long time. Rong Yuan glanced at Jin Yang's name flashing on the call and felt a little worried.
——If I don’t answer the phone, will that guy come to check out out of worry?
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Jin Yang held the phone in his hand, frowning as he pondered - was he taking a shower? Going to the bathroom? Going out to buy something? Or did he not hear anything at all? He hoped nothing would happen.
After waiting for a few minutes, whatever Rong Yuan was doing should have come to an end, and Jin Yang picked up the phone again.
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At this time, Rong Yuan and Peng Gao bargained seriously and finally reached an agreement on the "redemption price" of 9 million. When he heard the bell ring again, he glanced and said, "But I don't have that much money."
"Are you kidding me?!" Peng Gao was furious when he heard this.
Rong Yuan looked at him like an idiot and said, "Who would hide such a large sum of money at home? The sales of marshmallows are indeed good, but the money is in the company's account, which is kept by the person who is calling me now."
Peng Gao's eyes wandered. After thinking for a while, he pushed the phone to Rong Yuan and said, "Call him over! You'd better not play any tricks."
There was a chill on his neck, a knife across his throat, and Kong Qingchuan approached silently from behind. Rong Yuan picked up the phone and answered it. Peng Gao was worried, so he turned on the hands-free mode and put the phone on the table.
"Hey, Yangyang... um, nothing happened, I was just using the bathroom..."
"Have you packed everything? When will you come over?" Jin Yang asked on the phone.
"No, there are a lot of things to pack, I'm afraid I can't handle it alone." Rong Yuan glanced at Peng Gao and asked, "Can you come and help?"
"Okay. I'll go there tomorrow morning." Jin Yang agreed readily.
Peng Gao got the answer he wanted and couldn't help but smile, indicating that Rong Yuan should hang up the phone.
"Thank you! See you tomorrow." Rong Yuan said.
"Hey, wait, there's one more thing. My mom made some seaweed sushi. Didn't you say it was delicious last time? Can I bring some over for you tomorrow?"
Hearing this, Rong Yuan couldn't help but smile and said, "Well, okay."
"Then it's settled. I'll be there at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Bye~"
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After hanging up the phone, the smile on Jin Yang's face disappeared. He grabbed his coat and said, "Zhou Yuan, you stay here. If Xiao Yuan calls, just tell him there's an emergency at the factory and I need to go deal with it."
"What's wrong? What happened? Wasn't everything fine on the phone?" Zhou Yuan, who had just put his mind at ease, saw Jin Yang's reaction and immediately jumped up and asked.
"My mother always puts wasabi in sushi." Jin Yang said without any context.
"Ah?" Zhou Yuan didn't understand.
"He hates mustard."
When he said this, Jin Yang had already rushed out the door. Zhou Yuan turned the two sentences over in his mind, and his face gradually turned pale.
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Wang Wenzhong ate almost all the cold food in the refrigerator that could be eaten directly by himself - because no one had lived there for a while, there was not much food in it. When the others were no longer suspicious or curious and wanted to eat, they realized this. They didn't dare to show up. It was not safe to let Rongyuan go out to buy food alone or under their coercion. Fortunately, there were still raw meat and frozen dumplings bought in the refrigerator, so after discussing, several men decided to do it themselves.
因为吃独食被揍了一顿的王文忠主动申请看管容远这个人质。这些人从监狱逃出来的时候还顺了两副手铐，此时容远的右手被铐在床头，他坐在已经昏睡过去的李展鹏旁边，王文忠鼻青脸肿地蹲到他身边，不怀好意地看着他，手里拿着一把匕首把玩，还很恶心地伸出舌头舔了一下。
As soon as he opened his mouth, Rong Yuan recognized him. This was the guy in the woods who said he wanted to cut some parts from his body. The dagger in his hand was probably the one that stabbed Li Zhanpeng.
"Scientist , I have a question for you." Wang Wenzhong leaned over and spoke in a low voice.
"Please speak." Rong Yuan said.
"Have you ever tried to eat your cotton candy and then turn on the switch? What would happen?" Wang Wenzhong smiled excitedly: "Would it burst with a bang?"
"If you're curious, you can try it." Rong Yuan said. Compared with Wang Wenzhong's distorted expression, his expression was incredibly calm.
——In fact, in order to prevent the tragedy of children accidentally eating it, the marshmallows that are actually sold are larger than the experimental products, at least not the size that can be swallowed in one bite. Even if you really eat it, it doesn’t matter. Except for the floating version, the other types can be completely dissolved by stomach acid in just one or two hours.
"Ah , I really want to try it - it's on you, why don't you know how to resist? Run away secretly or call the police or something, then no one will say anything when I teach you a lesson again." Wang Wenzhong said with some regretful tone, swaying his body from side to side, and the dagger in his hand twirled dizzily.
Rong Yuan ignored him.
Wang Wenzhong threatened him verbally with a sly smile, talking about how the police in prison made the prisoners realize their mistakes and how the prisoners had "friendly exchanges" with each other. It was unknown whether those bizarre contents really happened or he made them up. In short, Rong Yuan just watched him perform a one-man show and refused to cooperate. After Wang Wenzhong performed for a while, he gave up the game out of boredom.
Seeing him leave, Kong Qingchuan, who had been hanging around Rong Yuan, took the opportunity to come over, looking very worried. He carefully looked at the positions of the others, then looked at Li Zhanpeng who was unconscious on the bed, and whispered, "You were deceived by them. These people are ruthless villains who will not let you leave alive. If you still want to live, listen to me, I can help you escape."
"Why do you want to help me?" Rong Yuan asked with interest.
Kong Qingchuan did not notice Rong Yuan's unusual calmness, or rather, even if he did, he did not have the time to care. Time was limited, so he hurriedly stated his purpose: "I heard that you have a lot of power in the government, I hope you can help me clear my name... I didn't kill anyone, I'm innocent! They made a mistake!"
"What's going on?"
"Three years ago, on the night of September 12, I was drunk in a bar and fell asleep. When I woke up, someone said I had committed rape and murder and was sentenced to life imprisonment! I still don't know what happened. But I couldn't have killed anyone! My mom said that once I got drunk and fell asleep, I never did anything else! It's true!"
Rong Yuan looked him up and down and said, "I can ask someone to review your case, but if that is the fact, the sentence will still be the same."
"Thank you, thank you, that's enough." Kong Qingchuan said with tears of gratitude, as if he was sure of his innocence. He wiped his tears and said, "Thank you so much! My mother is alone outside, and her health is not good. I am worried that if something happens to her, she will not have anyone to take care of her. What should I do?"
"How did you escape from prison?" Rong Yuan asked. He could see that this group of people was just a mob. Not to mention order and cooperation among each other, there was not even a leader that everyone believed in. He originally thought that Peng Gao, the leader, had , and most people still did what they wanted.
"Well..." Kong Qingchuan hesitated for a moment and was about to speak when a dull "plop" sound suddenly came from the side.
The two turned around and saw that it was Hou Gang who was sleeping on the edge of the bed and rolled to the ground. He lay on the ground and moved his limbs like a frog, then slowly got up, his eyes still closed, his nose twitched twice, and he smelled the meaty aroma in the air.
"Have you eaten?" The man yawned, scratched his messy hair, and without even looking at the people around him, he staggered towards the kitchen.
Kong Qingchuan's courage seemed to have shrunk because of this accident. He lowered his head to avoid Rong Yuan's gaze and stammered, "Are you...thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."
Not long after Kong Qingchuan left, Wang Xing ran over and sat next to him. Rong Yuan suddenly found that he seemed to be playing the role of a fixed NPC such as a psychologist or a priest in the confessional.
Wang Xing's demeanor and movements were similar to Kong Qingchuan's, and even his words were almost the same: "You don't think Peng Gao will really let you go, do you? That guy is lying to you! I know him best, and he always cuts the grass and eliminates the root of the problem."
Having said this, he deliberately paused and looked at Rong Yuan meaningfully.
"Then what should I do?" Rong Yuan continued the conversation smoothly.
"I can help you escape." Wang Xing leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp as he spoke, his expression and body movements revealing a certain expectation.
Rong Yuan said: "I guess I have to pay a price."
“That’s right!” Wang Xing nodded solemnly, his expression a little exaggerated, just like he was acting in a play. He said: “I want the technical details of cotton candy production. I will use them to exchange for your life!”
Rong Yuan laughed. This was one of the purposes he expected, but this conversation or Wang Xing as a person was really very unexpected.
Wang Xing still had a confident look on his face, as if he was waiting for Rong Yuan to burst into tears and hand over the information with both hands. He asked calmly, "What do you think?"
Rong Yuan's lips moved slightly. If Wang Xing could read lips, he would see that what he said was - "idiot".
——Also, what do you think?
When encountering such a character, Rong Yuan felt insulted.
