Chapter 249

That afternoon, the Brooklyn police department.

Matthew came out of the director's office and nodded to Wang.

Wang Jian patted lily on the shoulder, stood up and walked into the director's office.

"Does Mr. Wang really want to donate $500000 each to the Brooklyn and Bronx police associations?" A middle-aged white man in a policeman asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes." Wang Jian didn't have the heart to beat around the bush with each other. He said directly, "my request is very simple. I will offer a reward as long as gene can come back."

"In the meantime, I hope the Brooklyn and Bronx police departments will be more tolerant of some things and not react too quickly."

The two directors looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

That is to say, you just need to keep the peace in the Bronx and Brooklyn, and you can get the money.

Seeing that the other party agreed, Wang Jian left two cheques and turned to leave.

After that, he took lily to the car and went downstairs to the most famous radio station in New York.

After receiving the $100000 check from Wang Jian, the manager of the African American radio station respectfully invited Wang Jian and Lily into the studio.

"You two are very insightful. Most niggers in the Bronx will listen to our radio. Your news will be known as soon as possible."

Wang Jian sits in front of the radio station, looks at Lily's back and sighs quietly in his heart

then he presses the play button to signal that Lily can speak.

...

a basement in the Bronx.

A young black man was feeding a pizza to gene, blindfolded.

"It's nice of your mother to have a rich man." As he fed, he sighed www.sbiquge.xyz ]Angry, "why can't my mother?"

"Your mother? The big bucket? " One of the companions simply sniffed.

He turned on the radio and wanted to listen to some exciting songs to ease the psychological shadow.

"We offer a reward of $1 million to bring gene back safely."

"Whoever completes the task will get the money."

After that, the radio began to broadcast the time when gene was kidnapped and his physical features.

"Didn't we call that Asian American for half a million dollars for the first time?" He looked at his companion and asked with a little doubt.

"Er," the companion scratched his head, also very puzzled, "maybe that young billionaire, by increasing the amount of ransom, expressed his love to his lover?"

At this time, dirty pigtail man and Al open the door and come back from the outside.

Ever since al confessed to Lily and Wang Jian, he has become a high-level member of the small Gang.

"What are you shouting about?" Cried the pigtail man.

"Ha, boss, that young billionaire took the initiative to raise the ransom."

Huh?

The dirty braided man followed his fingers and looked at the recorder.

"Whoever completes the task will get the money."

what？

Dirty braid male is a Leng at first, immediately in the heart a surprised.

There are so many gangs in the Bronx. One million dollars is enough to drive any outlaw crazy.

"Did any of you tell anyone that we kidnapped the child?" The dirty braided man thought of this and asked aloud.

Er...

the people in the basement looked at me and I looked at you, and they raised their hands.

Fuck, sure enough, it's impossible for nigger to keep a secret.

His own gang is not the most powerful one, so...

thinking of the terrible things that might happen, he slapped Al in the face.

"Don't you say that the Chinese Americans are timid and will be obedient?"

"I... I don't know." Al felt his mouth and muttered.

"Boss, it's a big deal. We don't blackmail any more. We just send this child back for a reward of 1 million dollars?"

The pigtail man thought about it and nodded.

After all, I only wanted $300000 at first.

But the words on the radio directly interrupted his reverie and even made the atmosphere in the basement strange.

"If you can give the principal messenger to the police, you will get an extra reward of 500000 dollars."

"I provide Citibank's promissory note here, which can be drawn at any time."

Huh?

The dirty braided man looked at his men and unconsciously held down the pistol at his waist.

The dirty braided man pointed directly at al, "he's the mastermind, not me!"

At this time, the basement door was "bang bang".

"We are the brothers of the lame gang. Can you open the door?"...

at this time, NBC office building.

Bob Woodward, a legendary journalist who has covered the Watergate incident, sits in his office chair, watching the report about Wang Jian.

"Jobs, Bill Gates and Wang?" He sipped his coffee and said, "if the heat is a little higher, you can open a special report to analyze whether Wang is a writer or a capitalist."

"Mr. wood." The head of a news column panted into the office without even knocking at the door.

Wood didn't mind, because he always thought the timeliness of news was more important than everything, let alone these inexplicable rules.

"What's the matter?" He looked at each other and asked seriously.

"Brooklyn and the Bronx are offering huge rewards, with a total value of $1.5 million!"

Huh?

Is there anyone else in New York who doesn't love money besides writers?

Wood sensitively thinks that this is a very big news hot spot.

He took the document, looked at it, and looked up in surprise.

"This reward was issued by Wang, jointly guaranteed by Brooklyn and Bronx District police?"

"Yes." The reporter gasped and replied, "now the Bronx is crazy. Gang members are looking for this boy named gene."

"Any casualties?" Wood's voice began to excite, his eyes fixed on each other.

"Yes, it is said that in a basement, several African American gang members were shot and killed."

This...

is just wonderful!

Wood gulped down his coffee and began to sort out the papers on the desk.

If Wang Jian were here, he would be surprised to find that someone knew his financial situation so well.

"I started to grab the first pot of gold from" I'm a wizard ", and then started a website and set up twitter."

"Ha, Wang is already a capitalist!"

"Mr. wood, what are you doing?" The reporter looked at each other from the gentleman appearance, suddenly became crazy.

"Ha ha, nothing." Wood laughed and shook his head. "Nixon can't stand the collapse of public image. Wang, can you?"

He picked up the phone and called the deputy director. "I think it's time."

"Yes, we're going to launch a special program to analyze the investment situation of the best-selling novelists with the most topics."

"Yes." He nodded with a smile, "as an example to many writers."

"I just don't know if those writers are willing to learn?"