Chapter 97 Song Yan Was Arrested

Under everyone's attention, Song Yan spent 20 minutes to unravel the last piece of rough stone and obtained another piece of high-grade jadeite, which attracted the exclamations and envy of the onlookers. In the end, he sold the piece for 36 million yuan. The jadeite was sold to another person who had previously participated in the auction.

Today, Song Yan bought a total of nine rough stones, each of which has been cut up, and made a total profit of about 182 million. He is very satisfied with this.

I have to say, he created a myth.

For a time, countless people stuffed him with business cards, and he accepted them with a smile. Someone even offered him a price of 2 million to help him choose three rough stones.

However, Song Yan refused.

Just when Song Yan said goodbye to Tai Yong, the other party took the initiative to propose: "Brother Song, I think that Jiang Xianyong will definitely not give up. Why don't I call some people over and let's leave together."

Song Yan waved his hand: "I understand my brother's thoughts, but you are a businessman after all, and it's not good for you to get involved in this matter."

Seeing Song Yan's refusal, Tai Yong couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "Brother, although Jiang Xianyong is all black and white, he can't cover the sky with one hand. Although he Taiyong is not very skilled, he can still do it to protect his brother."

"Thank you, brother." Song Yan said gratefully, but immediately he changed his words, and his face showed a bit of confidence: "Since I dare to smack Jiang Xianyong's face, I will naturally have means to protect myself, so you really don't need to. Worrying about him, it's okay if he doesn't come to trouble me, if he dares to come, I'll make him look good."

Hearing Song Yan speak so confidently, and thinking of his magical ability to gamble with stones, Tai Yong secretly thought, is Brother Song a master with great ability?

"If that's the case, then I won't force my brother."

After chatting a few more times with Tai Yong, Song Yan stepped out of the casino.

In a luxury room in the casino.

Jiang Xianyong's dog-headed military advisor Yang Zaicai came in a hurry and reported to him: "Mr. Jiang, the guy surnamed Song has already left."

"it is good!"

Hearing this news, Jiang Xianyong stood up abruptly from his seat, his eyes flashing with cold light: "Let the brothers follow closely, and immediately arrest people when they are in a remote place."

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, I have arranged a total of three people. Even if the surnamed Song grows wings, it will be difficult to fly!" Yang Zaicai said confidently.

"Let's go." Jiang Xianyong waved his hand to dismiss Yang Zaicai, but he thought about it. Today, Song Yan made 180 million in the stone casino. He guards such a large stone casino, and he only earns it in a month. this number.

He has already planned to let him disappear when he catches the surnamed Song and transfers his money to him.

Anyway, it is not the first time that he has done something that makes people disappear, and there is no psychological pressure.

As soon as Song Yan walked out of the casino, he sensed that someone was staring at him, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If you don't die, you won't die!"

He wanted to take a taxi, but he just gave up.

As soon as he took a few steps, a van without a license plate parked near the casino started quietly and followed Song Yan seven or eight meters away.

At the same time, the commissary next to the three youth casinos walked out and fell three or four meters away from Song Yan.

In addition, there was a black car parked more than ten meters in front of Song Yan, with a pair of eyes staring at him coldly through the car window.

After a little observation, Song Yan found three groups of people staring at him.

I don't know if these three groups are Jiang Xianyong's people or are they from different camps?

Song Yan seemed to be unaware of this, and instead took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Finally, when Song Yan walked to a relatively remote section of the road, the three people behind him suddenly accelerated and rushed in front of him to block his way. Open, jump off three people.

Song Yan only felt the darkness in front of him, a large sack was placed on his head, and then a burst of fists and feet fell on him like raindrops, and he fell to the ground with a very cooperative scream.

Since Jiang Xianyong wanted to play, he had to give him a deep memory, which is why he deliberately missed and was captured.

"Damn, I can't help but fight!"

Seeing Song Yan fainted, a young man kicked him in disdain.

"Okay, get him in the car quickly." The leader said.

Immediately, several young people hurriedly carried the "stunned" Song Yan into the van, and then drove directly to the suburbs.

After the car started, the leader took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and reported, "Sergeant, we have succeeded."

"Good job! Going according to plan."

On the other end of the phone, the dog-headed strategist Yang Zaicai hung up the phone and walked quickly to the room where Jiang Xianyong was, excitedly reporting: "Mr. Jiang, they have already succeeded and are taking that guy to Fulin Village."

Hearing this, Jiang Xianyong couldn't help showing excitement: "Let someone prepare a car, we will go to Fulin Village immediately."

Fulin Village is a village more than 30 kilometers away from Xiangcheng. There are no villagers living in this village. Therefore, Jiang Xianyong found someone to buy the village.

Generally, he will deal with some shameful things in Fulin Village.

After driving for more than an hour, the van drove into a pothole country road. Together with the driver, there were seven people in the car, but they didn't seem to be worried that Song Yan would escape. After stuffing him into the car, they ignored him. Instead, they split into two teams and played cards.

A black car followed 500 or 600 meters behind the van. It was the previous car. Through the supernatural powers of perspective, Song Yan found that there was only one person in the car. That person was probably in his early thirties. It has a sinister smell.

And through the breath on his body, Song Yan judged that this guy should be a martial artist with kung fu.

Finally, after twenty minutes of driving on a pothole road, the van drove into a silent village and stopped in front of a walled courtyard.

"It's here, get this guy in quickly." The leading gangster shouted.

So, a few thugs lifted Song Yan up the yard and threw him into a room to lock him up.

"boom!"

After the door of the remodeled iron room was closed, Song Yan ripped off the sack and stood up. After examining it, he found that the room only had a bowl-sized vent. It seemed that this should be a secret base built by Jiang Xianyong.

Concentrating, the voices of several gangsters talking came from outside.

"Second brother, I heard that the guy inside made more than 180 million today. You said that if you get this part of the money, how much will Mr. Jiang give us?" Song Yan remembered that the person who spoke should be the one named San Son of a bastard.

"With Mr. Jiang's lavishness, at least score five million for us brothers."

This time it was the leader who spoke.

"Five million! So, if we divide it equally, each of the seven of us can get more than 700,000!" San'er's voice became excited and suddenly improved a lot.

"Looking at your prospects, more than 700,000 will be enough. Just follow Mr. Jiang and work hard, not to mention 700,000. Sooner or later, you will earn 7 million!" The second brother who led the way said again.