Chapter 1051 It’s Just that I Understand You

Before he finished speaking, Feng Xinglang's strong body collapsed; Cong Gang, with quick eyes and quick hands, caught him steadily.

Originally, Cong Gang could completely avoid Feng Xinglang's slash below his left collarbone.

But he actually suffered this pain!

It doesn't really hurt.

Maybe it's just my heart that hurts.

I learned from Basong that Feng Xinglang had already made a decision between him and Yan Bang to kill one and save the other.

Cong Gang was happy but also sad.

More or less, he was the one who forced Feng Xinglang into his current cold-blooded appearance.

Judging from the current situation, Feng Xinglang should have decided to keep Yan Bang and kill him Cong Gang!

Blood continuously spilled out of his shirt from the wound, staining a large area of ​​his front red.

Yannava stepped forward and took Feng Xinglang, who had fainted, from Cong Gang's shoulders.

Twenty minutes later, the commercial vehicle arrived halfway up the mountain where Cong Gang temporarily lived. This was once an orchard and vegetable growing land. Perhaps because a large new cemetery was built here, it became deserted.

Cong Gang silently looked out the window at the alarmingly quiet cemetery.

He was used to switching between bloody carnage and suffocating tranquility.

On the simple wooden bed beside him, Feng Xinglang was sleeping soundly.

Yanawa just threw Feng Xinglang rudely on the bed. Because of my sleeping position, I was snoring.

It obviously disturbed Cong Gang's meditation.

Cong Gang turned his head, glanced at Feng Xinglang on the wooden bed, and frowned slightly.

He slowly walked over and stood by the bed for another silent gaze, as if sighing slightly. Cong Gang reached over, picked up Feng Xinglang's neck with his arm, and moved his head towards the pillow.

The snoring subsided, and Feng Xinglang seemed to sleep more deeply and peacefully.

Wei Kang walked in, holding a medical kit in his hand.

"How much did it cost to renovate the villa?"

Somewhat abruptly, Cong Gang asked Wei Kang, who was bandaging his wounds.

"It should not exceed 10 million before and after! The imported teak, Italian marble and hand-woven fabrics are more expensive. As for the other things, you don't like too luxurious things!"

"Someone will pay for us!" Cong Gang said quietly.

"who?"

Wei Kang turned his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang on the wooden hut, "Feng Xinglang?"

"Do you think Feng Xinglang is worth ten million?" Cong Gang asked again.

"Of course it's worth it! Feng Xinglang's net worth is one of the best in Shanghai."

In Wei Kang's opinion: 10 million is definitely worth it.

"So, if we use Feng Xinglang to ask someone for 10 million, it will definitely be a good deal for the person who pays!"

Cong Gang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"ah?"

Wei Kang was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Boss, are you going to use Feng Xinglang as a hostage and ask for ransom from someone?"

"Otherwise? Do you want to keep him here and serve him like an uncle?" Cong Gang asked back.

Wei Kang shook his head violently, "It's better to send him away! But make good use of it and ask for a ransom."

Cong Gang and others are not short of money. Over the years, they have also received many orders. Those commissions are enough for them to spend.

But Cong Gang is not a greedy person. He knows how to retract and release freely.

Money and power are not very attractive to him.

"Wake him up! Let's get some money to spend."

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, who was still sleeping, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Wake up now?"

Wei Kanghuan looked around and said, "What if he makes trouble with us again..."

Cong Gang put on his clean shirt and sighed slightly, "It's better than leaving him here for dinner! You can't serve him!"

"I'll call the fourth child in first. Boss, you'd better stay away."

Wei Kang was worried that Feng Xinglang would explode after waking up; and the boss didn't want to kill or injure him, so the situation was quite tricky.

"Don't worry, he doesn't eat people!"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, "It's not yet certain who will eat whom!"

Feng Xinglang was woken up by a basin of ice-water mixture. With a start, he sat up and stood up.

Then he saw Cong Gang looking at him quietly at the window with a smile on his face.

"You little bitch, you treat me like a monkey. It's great, isn't it?"

Feng Xinglang's breathing has not completely calmed down yet. The wet clothes tightly wrapped his strong chest, making him very manly.

"Feng Xinglang, can you please be reasonable? It was you who put a knife to my neck first! Are you still not allowing me to defend myself?"

Cong Gang was leaning against the window, looking quite relaxed. It was as if Feng Xinglang was already in his pocket.

Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a cold look. Just as he was about to stand up, his legs, which had not yet passed the effects of the medicine, were severely weakened. His center of gravity was unsteady and he almost hit the low cabinet in front of him.

Cong Gang instantly leaned forward, instinctively wanting to help Feng Xinglang.

But after Feng Xinglang stabilized his body, he retreated to the window again, "Don't worry, I will let you go!"

Feng Xinglang didn't bother to say anything to Cong Gang. Subconsciously groping for the phone on his body, he couldn't find it.

"Where's my cell phone?" Feng Xinglang asked sternly.

"Use mine!"

Cong Gang threw the phone in his hand over, "But you can only use it to make one call!"

"What do you mean?" Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang with stern eyes.

"I want to use you as a hostage! Then I want a ransom of 10 million! And it must be cash with non-consecutive numbers! You choose someone!"

Cong Gang's tone is neither tepid nor salty.

It was obviously a kidnapping and extortion business, but Cong Gang's tone sounded like he was discussing with Feng Xinglang.

"What, you want to kidnap me?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"It shouldn't count! How can any hostage come to the door on his own initiative?"

Cong Gang raised his eyebrows slightly: You, the CEO of Feng Da, have come to your door on your own initiative. If I don't blackmail you, I will be sorry for myself!

"Cong Gang, you're fucking seeking death!" Feng Xinglang swore harshly.

Cong Gang ignored Feng Xinglang's curse, but turned his head and glanced at the setting sun.

"You take the initiative to make this call, or I make it, it's going to happen anyway!"

Cong Gang turned around and looked at Feng Xinglang again, "If you fight early, maybe you can go back to have dinner with your wife before dinner. Your son is not at home, it is a rare world for two of you! You don't want to waste it. Is not it?"

This earnest persuasion is really considerate.

"Cong Gang, you are forcing me to get rid of you first!"

Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang and said coldly.

"You can't get rid of me yet! Unless you borrow the help of your biological father Hetun! That's still possible!"

Cong Gang faintly raised the corners of his lips, "But you won't! You won't lick your face and beg Hetun!"

"I can still sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight!"

Feng Xinglang sat back on the wooden bed, raised his long legs, and continued chatting patiently with Cong Gang.

Cong Gang lowered his eyes slightly, "Feng Xinglang, you still don't understand your own father! Before I get rid of Yan Bang, Hetun will not kill me. I'm afraid even you Feng Xinglang couldn’t even imagine it!”

"..."

Feng Xinglang's thick eyebrows frowned deeply: What do you mean? Could it be that Hetun is waiting too? Wait for Cong Gang to get rid of Yan Bang first?

"It seems that you really didn't expect it!"

Cong Gang smiled coldly, "Do you think that when you held a gun to your head and forcibly rescued Yan Bang from Hetun, your own father Hetun didn't have such a small idea?"

"Kill me and leave Yan Bang?"

Cong Gang sneered coldly, "You must have that ability first! If you do this, it will only make Yan Bang die faster!"

He glanced sideways at the setting sun again, "Have you thought about it? Your biological father is not in Shanghai, and water far away cannot save the fire nearby! Should you call your wife to ask for ransom? Or call Yan Bang ?”

"Then who do you want me to call?" Feng Xinglang asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Looking at your display of machismo... you probably don't want your wife, a weak woman, to worry about you, right? Besides, she won't be able to raise 10 million in cash in another hour!"

Cong Gang turned around and looked at Feng Xinglang with a deep look, "It's better to call Yan Bang! Firstly, he should be more nervous about you than your wife; secondly, he should have a thousand ready-made in Yulong City Thousands of cash!"

Feng Xinglang met Cong Gang's gaze, and the two looked at each other.

Faintly, Feng Xinglang raised his lips and smiled, "It seems that I have no choice."

After finishing speaking, Feng Xinglang picked up the simple non-smart phone and dialed a number.

Judging from the length of the press, it should be a mobile phone number, not an alarm or landline number.

"Baby, can you hear my voice?"

"Xinglang? What phone are you using? Why are the numbers displayed so garbled?"

"Well, I used a pseudo base station. I'm with Cong Gang now. We haven't seen each other for many years, and he is entertaining me warmly."

While Feng Xinglang was 'reporting' the situation to his wife, he glanced at Cong Gang, who was dazed in front of the window.

"Ah, has Cong just returned to Shanghai?"

"Yes. I won't go back tonight. If I don't get home tomorrow morning, you have Nina go to the bank to withdraw 10 million non-serialized cash and send it to Qibei Mountain City, the mansion where Cong Gang originally lived."

"Ten million? Xinglang, is something wrong with you?"

"Ten million is nothing. Your husband is the God of Wealth in Shencheng. He is rich! What can happen to me here in Cong Gang? We, master and servant, are just catching up on old times!"

"Oh well."

"Hang up. You have to stay alone in the empty room tonight. My husband will make up for your homework tomorrow night!"

"……Hate."

Feng Xinglang's phone call made Wei Kang and Cong Laosi look at each other.

Cong Gang was silent. He probably didn't expect Feng Xinglang to call his wife.

And he said it so...he was so excited!

With a "pop" sound, Feng Xinglang threw his phone on the low cabinet.

"Cong Gang, go and cook for me. Italian beef tenderloin braised pasta, you are the best at it. Hurry up, you are waiting to eat!"

After saying this, Feng Xinglang stretched out his limbs and lay back on the wooden bed. It seems that it is easy to invite God but difficult to send him away.

Why did the kidnapping that was agreed upon be turned out like a joke?

Instead of playing with heartbeat, play with thoughts?