President, please give me a hug

Qibao frowned suspiciously and thought for a while. The assistant did nothing but tightened his left hand around the hostage's neck, and waved a knife with his right hand and shouted at Lu Ran: "Don't fool me here, let Jun Yichen come to see me, otherwise, I will kill her."

Qibao slashed the hostage's hand excitedly, and the blood gushed out along with the scream of the hostage, "Don't scream, if you scream again, your face will be scratched."

Lu Ran suddenly burst out laughing, stood up and threw the documents into the air, distracted Qibao's attention when the documents scattered and fell, Lu Ran rushed up, grabbed Qibao's right hand holding the knife with one hand, grabbed the dagger and threw him out .

He kicked the dagger out the door, patted the dust on his hands, glanced at the hostage sitting on the ground, and asked, "Can you still walk by yourself?"

The hostage nodded. At first, he thought Special Assistant Lu wouldn't care about her life, but he didn't expect him to be so skilled, but he didn't have time to say thank you, and staggered towards the door.

Seeing the hostages coming out, the security wanted to rush in and capture Qibao, but Lu Ran made a pause gesture to signal them not to come in.

Walking up to Qibao, seeing his painful expression, he patted his shoulder and said, "Do you want to talk to me about the compensation now?"

Lu Ran didn't want to talk nonsense, so he could only pay him the original compensation, and it was impossible to ask for more.He took out the prepared check from his pocket and put it in front of Qibao, got up and tidied his clothes and belongings, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

Qibao picked up the check and glanced at it, angrily tore it into pieces, 200 million wanted to get rid of him, treating him as a beggar?

Climbing up, breaking free from the security guard's grip, he ran to the elevator with all his strength, thinking, since that person is Jun Yichen's assistant, he must be able to let him see Jun Yichen, and stretched out his hand to open the slowly closed elevator door. It was broken apart, and the security guard grabbed his feet and dragged them back a little. He watched helplessly as the elevator door clicked and closed.

In the monitoring room of the hospital, Jun Yichen found the answer he wanted here. It turned out that Uncle Qi did not die normally. It was Qibao who pulled out Uncle Qi’s oxygen tube in order to get more compensation, and then rushed to the world of King’s Landing confidently. Take hostages and force him to show up.

Hmph, seeing Uncle Qi's twitching body gradually calmed down, Jun Yichen suddenly wanted to beat Qibao hard. It turned out that there were people who would give up even family affection for money.

After recording the video, he drove to King's Landing and saw the security guard escorting Qibao out of the building.

No one around dared to step forward to stop Jun Yichen, until he was tired of beating him, he took out his phone, turned on the video he had recorded before, and threw it on Qibao's body.

After Qibao watched the video, his hands shook very badly. He was really dazed at the time, he was only thinking about money, and he completely forgot that there was surveillance in the ward.But so what, he smashed the phone, stood up staggeringly, and sneered: "You want to threaten me with this? No way, anyway, I just want money, and increase the compensation to 300 million, or I will kill you."

The world of the poor is incomprehensible to those who have been labeled as the rich second generation since they were young. When the rich second generation drives a sports car to pick up girls, the poor children are already working on the construction site, exchanging sweat for money to erase the past. Dream.

Money is the most real thing, and it is a hundred times closer than parents, so Qibao feels that he has done nothing wrong at all.

"After you're dead, I'll have someone burn hundreds of billions to you." Jun Yichen pulled out the calling card from the broken cell phone, and sneered, beckoning the security guards to take him away quickly, and take another look at this useless man. I felt my heart was blocked.