Chapter 121 Be honest
The van's door was open.
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously wanted to struggle. She opened her eyes wide and left two chalk-dust-like marks on the bumpy concrete floor.
The man with tattooed arms dragged Ye Zhenzhen toward the van, and a huge feeling of weightlessness filled her whole body.
Ye Zhenzhen pressed her calf against the edge of the car, stretched out her right hand to grab the frame, and used her fingers to hold on to the front door frame with all her strength.
Suddenly, raindrops began to fall from the sky, hitting her body. There were no raindrops on her cheeks. She could not see whether there was the moon and stars in the sky above her head. She could only see the dirty yellow roof of the van above her head.
The man with shifty eyes stood in front of the van, only two steps away from Ye Zhenzhen's feet. His vicious little eyes were just a slit. The man bent down, grabbed her ankle and lifted it up, and Ye Zhenzhen's body instantly flew into the air.
The man with tattoos who was covering her mouth pulled hard, and Ye Zhenzhen's short and thin fingertips made a sharp and rapid "hiss" sound.
Normally she was most afraid of sharp sounds, but now that her ears were not blocked, she could not hear anything.
The whole process took only three minutes, and Ye Zhenzhen was dragged and thrown into the car.
To her, those three minutes were so long that it seemed as if time had stood still.
The rat-eyed man bent down and placed Ye Zhenzhen's phone next to the wheel, then got into the car and slammed the door shut.
The cell phone lay on the cold ground, the screen flashing with light, but unfortunately she couldn't see it.
Ye Zhenzhen struggled to open the car door, and a cold silver light flashed on her face.
The rat-eyed man said viciously: "If you don't want to die, stay here quietly."
The bald man in the front row said, "If you dare to move or shout again, you'll lose your pretty face."
His voice was hoarse, as if his throat was clogged with thick phlegm, and when he spoke the last few words it sounded like he almost couldn't catch his breath.
Ye Zhenzhen's body and thoughts froze at the same time. Before she could react, her eyes suddenly went dark and were covered. She couldn't see any of the men's faces in the darkness.
The man with tattoos took out a rope as thick as a thumb and tied her hands in front.
The rat-eyed man frowned and said, "Are you stupid? You should tie her hands behind her back!"
The man with the flowery arms chuckled and said, "You're right."
After realizing she was kidnapped, she couldn't escape for a while. Ye Zhenzhen could only say in a flattering manner: "Brothers, let's talk it out. I have no grudges against you in the past or in the present. Did you recognize the wrong person? It doesn't matter if you arrested me by mistake. It would be bad to delay your important matters..."
Before she could finish her words, the rat-eyed man reached out and grabbed Ye Zhenzhen's jaw, stuffing a piece of rag into her mouth.
The bald man in the front row snorted, "Wen Baijing's woman is not stupid."
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen's heart trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to struggle and escape.
The man with the tattooed arms sat beside her, the tip of the knife against her waist, "Don't be stupid, the knife has no eyes."
Ye Zhenzhen realized that this group of people knew about her relationship with Wen Baijing, and their purpose in holding her hostage was to threaten Wen Baijing.
What should I do? What should I do? Ye Zhenzhen's hairs stood on end, and she felt like a zither with its strings tightened. If the strings were tightened any more, they would break. She was extremely nervous.
The car started, and with a step on the accelerator, the phone screen shattered into millions of pieces.
The screen suddenly went out.
The turbid air was filled with the choking smell of cigarettes. The tattooed man gave directions to the bald man from time to time. The car was not moving very steadily, and occasionally the car would brake suddenly, causing the man to fall forward and backward.
The dark night sky was pressing down, and the rain was light.
The vehicle twisted and turned on the country road, and it became quieter and quieter. There were a few lights here and there in the distance.
The van stopped in front of a dilapidated factory building.
The bald man sat in the driver's seat, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands.
The man with tattoos pushed open the car door and pulled her out, then dragged her forward, staggering.
In the dilapidated factory building, the floor was covered with thick dust, and scraps of cloth and balls of thread were scattered everywhere.
She walked crookedly with untidy steps, and the man with tattoos threw her to the ground. Ye Zhenzhen sat crookedly on the cold concrete floor.
The man with tattooed arms squatted down and lifted Ye Zhenzhen's chin rudely, "You'd better be honest. We just want money and don't want to kill anyone."
Ye Zhenzhen turned her face away angrily, clenched her fists and pressed them against the concrete floor, using the force to move her body backwards.
The man with tattoos became interested. He took two steps forward and looked up and down the woman in front of him with an obscene look.
The rat-eyed man walked in, looking around. "Is it safe here? Will anyone come? I just looked around outside and there is a house not far away."
The man with tattoos stood up and said, "Don't worry, it's safe here. The people living nearby are far away from here, and most of them are elderly people. No one comes here."
The rat-eyed man glanced at Ye Zhenzhen on the ground, and said to the man with tattoos, "I advise you to be honest. Don't have any bad ideas. We are counting on this woman for money! If you touch her, will Wen Baijing be willing to pay to redeem her?"
The man with the tattooed arms asked back, "How much are you going to ask for? Will Wen Baijing definitely pay this amount?"
The rat-eyed man shook his head: "Who knows? She bumped into me on her own. This is a chance God gave us."
The bald man, with his round belly sticking out, slowly approached Ye Zhenzhen and took pictures with his mobile phone.
At the moment the flash went off, Ye Zhenzhen seemed to see a flash of lightning in the dark and thick clouds.
The bald man's phone rang. He looked around and walked quickly to the door. He covered the phone and said humbly, "I know the bank called you. I'm trying to find a way to repay the loan soon..."
"I swear I will never gamble again. Please take good care of my parents and children..."
The bald man hung up the phone dejectedly.
The other two also walked out the door one after another.
The three of them stood at the door and turned to look in the direction of Ye Zhenzhen. She sat on the ground obediently, not moving.
The rat-eyed man rubbed his palms excitedly: "Brother, how much do you want?"
The bald man stroked his chin, "I want 10 million."
The man with tattoos pricked up his ears, a little incredulous: "Wen Baijing is not short of money, how can this woman be worth so much? Isn't it a bit too much to ask for..."
The bald man smiled wryly, "I don't care whether she is worth so much money or not. After all, she is Wen Baijing's woman. This is what Wen Baijing owes me. If he hadn't terminated the contract with me, I wouldn't have ended up like this..."
The rat-eyed man agreed, "Yes! Wen Baijing was too ruthless. If he hadn't terminated the contract with Big Brother, Big Brother wouldn't have taken other brands, and wouldn't have suffered such a loss now..."
The man with flower arms nodded.
The bald man sighed and said, "Ye Zhenzhen deserves to be unlucky. We just had to run into each other. This must be God's help."
The man with the flowery arms said with a wicked smile: "Brother, I..."
The bald man saw through his evil intentions at a glance, and he rarely showed some moral integrity. "What kind of woman can you find if you get the money? You should avoid doing things that are against the will of heaven and earth, or you will be punished one day. Didn't Wen Baijing do such a thing? Now the retribution has come, and his woman has fallen into our hands..."
He is so righteous that he seems like a moral role model.
The principal offender was giving a political lesson to the accomplice.