It's nine thirty in the morning.
Zhang Yuheng and his girlfriend lie on the big bed of the hotel.
I didn't feel tired after two ups and downs last night, and my brain's excitement has continued from yesterday to now.
Excited at the same time, the heart is also more and more anxious.
There are cigarette ends all over the floor.
At 9:30, did Zhu Bingfu go to the bank to transfer money to himself? Or is he trying to deal with himself?
After another cigarette, the mobile phone still didn't receive the remittance information.
It's almost ten o'clock, and the deadline will come in two or three hours. Won't you really give it up?
Damn, if he dares not to call me directly to tell the truth of the matter to those twenty people, and does not make Hongtu restless, he will never stop!
Zhang Yuheng scolds impatiently in his heart, and his mobile phone lights up.
Bank's remittance advice.
50 million.
Zhang Yuheng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes burst out a very strong light of excitement. The just lit cigarette fell on the quilt because he was too excited. He was so scared that he quickly patted the cigarette to the ground.
I can't suppress the excitement on my face.
Sure enough, Zhu Bingfu didn't dare to make a big deal of trouble. Maybe he could control the trouble by one or two people, or even kill the troublemaker. But the trouble by more than 20 people was basically out of control. The general thing was OK. The key was that Zhu Bingfu cheated them into doing something weird and almost magical. If everyone knew it, It's unimaginable what the consequences will be!
50 million for a stable Hongtu, the old guy really compromised!
Mother's own or too soft hearted, early knew that wants him to divide own 200 million!
As long as this handle is in his own hands, even if it is 200 million, he will have to give it!
Zhang Yuheng trembled excitedly and took his cigarette and mobile phone to the bathroom.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
Zhang Yuheng praised himself silently in the mirror, smelly boy, you are so damn talented. You make 50 million a day. Who else? Who else?
50 million, if you have been working for others for 200 years, you can't make so much money!
Ah, ah, ah!!!
Zhang Yuheng was almost crazy. He picked up his mobile phone and looked at the number in five seconds.
"By the way, don't be fooled by the old fox. Check it out."
He logged in to the bank client and found out that there was 50 million yuan in the account. He finally felt relieved that as long as the money arrived in his own account, it would be easy to say.
I'll fly out of the city with my girlfriend tomorrow, and then transfer the money to other bank cards immediately.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuheng suddenly slapped his head and slapped himself heavily.
I forgot to take my ID card back when I was nervous at noon yesterday!
It's fucked!
In case Zhu Bingfu finds a person who is similar to himself to take his ID card to the bank to apply for the bank card and password, report the loss at the same time, and then replace the card, the money on the card can be transferred by him immediately.
Calm down.
Zhang Yuheng squatted on the toilet, holding his hair a little crazy, just excited for a moment was replaced by the tide of uneasiness.
50 million. They can't just get it back!
He picked up his mobile phone and used all the channels he could think of to transfer the money away. Even if it might be taken away again by him, he should try to minimize the loss as much as possible.
A toss money did not turn out much, he was tossed exhausted.
But it helped him calm down.
He sat down on the toilet and slapped himself, feeling speechless about his worries about gain and loss.
What he was worried about could not happen at all. As long as he still had the handle of Zhu Bingfu, he did not dare to act rashly. He really dared to take the money away. He could blackmail him again. At that time, it would not be as small as 50 million. At least he asked for 200 million! Damn it!
Zhang Yuheng lit a cigarette.
The next thing to do is to protect your own security, and then apply for an ID card to transfer the money from the card to a secure account, so as to ensure the absolute security of the funds.
The white smoke from his mouth curled around his eyes, and Zhang Yuheng's face was smiling.
I can't help thinking about how to spend the 50 million.
The villa must buy a set, about seven or eight million yuan. The decoration must be exquisite, about two million yuan. The car must buy two. My girlfriend likes Maserati. She has always been fond of Porsche. In the past, both of them just thought about it. Now they have money to buy it. It's estimated that about four or five million yuan will be enough to get married if they have a house and a car, Weddings must be held abroad. Stars get married in Maldives. If they have money, they have to hold a grand wedding there. It doesn't matter if they spend five million.
After graduation, my parents gave them two million yuan each, and my girlfriend gave them one million yuan each, and then bought a house for their parents in a small county to support them!
If you get married, you will definitely stop working. Take your wife to travel around, stay in the best hotels and eat the best food. It costs about one or two million a year, and it costs about six million to play for two or three years.
How much money is left?
Zhang Yuheng calculated casually, could not help but frown, took a deep breath of the cigarette and spit it out.
If you really want to spend 50 million yuan, you will not have much left.
If you don't calculate it, you still think that 50 million yuan can be spent all your life. If you calculate it, you may spend it all in five years. It's not even marriage and having children. It seems that it's not so easy to raise another 50 million yuan.
Zhang Yuheng re opened the bank client, looking at the above balance, more and more feel that the 50 million is really not much.
Do you really want too little?
Another 50 million from Zhu Bingfu? No, no, no, no, if you talk again, you can't be so worthless, at least 200 million!
However, he just asked Zhu Bingfu for 50 million yuan and immediately asked him for 200 million yuan. Does he feel that he will often threaten him in the future? In this way, it is very likely to bring death to oneself. Normal people don't want to be threatened all the time.
Another man appeared in Zhang Yuheng's head.
Wu Hao.
He dropped half of his cigarette and lit a new one.
Wu Hao may be the real rich man. He can easily give Zhu Bingfu more than 400 million yuan, but no one can do more than 1 billion yuan. Will he refuse to ask for 200 million yuan from such a person?
Of course I will refuse!
However, Wu Hao has the same power as Zhu Bingfu. He probably doesn't want the trading time to be exposed. It's the worst thing for him to make a big deal. A person with such a strange and rebellious ability may want to catch him for research after people all over the world know his ability!?
I'm not afraid that he won't give, but I'm afraid that I don't dare to ask him for it!
If you add 200 million to the balance of your account, you'll feel an uncontrollable excitement.
Zhang Yuheng dropped his cigarette and walked out of the bathroom.
"Wife, I'll go out. Don't walk around in the hotel. If you are hungry, just call the front desk and ask them to deliver food to your room."
"Well."
The girl turned over lazily. The two shots last night exhausted her.
Zhang Yuheng put on his clothes, put on his hat and mask and left the hotel. His eyes were greedy and excited.