Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

When Ma Yiluan saw the icon reappear on the cell phone signal bar, he banged his fists excitedly.

Yan Wenxuan screamed in pain from being hit, "Be gentle."

"Don't worry, it's okay." Ma Yilun raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'll take you to the best hospital in Nanjiang Province later."

Seeing that he could get in touch with the outside world immediately, he regained some of his normal mentality.

After all, in real life, there are not many things that cannot be solved with money.

The previous situation where he was trapped in Luoyin Mountain and had no one to turn to for help was an exception. After the signal was cut off, this place really did not apply the survival rules of the outside world.

Ma Yilun's mood improved and he touched Yan Wenxuan's head, winking and saying, "Let me show you the importance of the eldest son of the Ma family."

Without caring about Yan Wenxuan's reaction, he made a phone call.

As time went on, the expression on his face began to become unconfident and embarrassed.

The phone rang for a long time, and then it said that no one was answering the call.

"Fuck, you old man is still sleeping. Don't you know that your son was almost dismantled and sold for parts?"

After complaining a few words, he typed again in dissatisfaction.

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man's tired and impatient voice sounded: "You bastard, do you want to check what time it is?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ma Yiluan's eyes suddenly became warm and he almost cried out loud.

Perhaps because he didn't want his father to hear him crying, he took a deep breath and said in a nonsensical tone: "Don't sleep with Lao Ma, something big has happened!"

"..."

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously used to these startled words. After a brief silence, a few words came out of his throat: "Tell me a number."

Ma Yilun frowned slightly and said sarcastically, "Do you think I called you to ask you for money?"

"What else?" Ma Xiangjun fumbled for the thermos cup at the bedside, squinted at the time, and simply sat up.

"Old Ma..." Ma Yilun howled miserably, "Can you please have a sense of crisis? I called you at this time, but you didn't realize anything?"

"Realizing that you hung out with a bunch of shady women last night, spent all your savings, and then stayed up all night?"

Ma Xiangjun scolded him angrily, "You bastard, go back and see your mother if you have nothing to do. Don't mess around here. I'll make things difficult for you when I get back to the south."

Ma Yilun was so angry that he glared and shouted, "Do you know that your son was kidnapped and almost sold as a reserve organ?!"

After the words fell, there was a long silence.

Ma Xiangjun couldn't help but sigh, "You mean, you were kidnapped by the kidnappers, and then at around four o'clock the kidnappers returned your phone to you and asked you to call and tell me that you were kidnapped?"

"Which kidnapper is so magnanimous?" If it wasn't his own child, he would have hung up the phone long ago.

Ma Xiangjun really doubted his son's IQ, and wondered if he should take some time to practice the trumpet while he still had energy left.

Ma Yiluan was choked by a few words and scratched his head anxiously. He simply recounted the situation of being captured by a group of mountain people.

"Yeah, yeah." Ma Xiangjun nodded repeatedly in agreement. "Then what? How much ransom do your kidnappers want?"

"I've already told you it's not about money!" Ma Yiluan was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, furious.

It's bad... Ma Xiangjun's action of drinking water paused, and he felt something was wrong. He thought that this kid was probably going to ask for too much.

The more he says he doesn't want something, the more he wants it. He knows his son's temper very well.

Ma Yiluan yelled angrily, but got no response. He glanced at Yan Wenxuan standing beside him and immediately threw the phone over.

"You tell my dad!"

Yan Wenxuan looked at him with a look of confusion, and seeing that he looked furious, he thought for a moment, coughed lightly, and greeted politely, "Hello, Uncle Ma."

He had also met Ma Xiangjun. Although they were not familiar with each other, he knew that the CEO of Hengshi Real Estate was by no means a simple person.

"Ahem." Ma Xiangjun's expression was obviously a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that the inappropriate words he just said to his son would be heard by others.

He quickly adjusted his attitude, lowered his voice and changed his tone, "Wenxuan is here too?"

Just after asking this question, Ma Xiangjun thought that this bastard called and talked nonsense at around 4 o'clock, so why should I support him? So the second half of the sentence suddenly changed to: "You were kidnapped too?"

Yan Wenxuan's expression froze, and before he could think of how to respond, Ma Yilun, who was furious, snatched his phone away.

"Who cares about your little money? If you don't want to take care of me, there are plenty of people who will take care of me!"

He howled twice in frustration, and without giving the other party a chance to speak, he hung up the phone with gritted teeth.

Ma Xiangjun's face darkened, and he held all the scolding back in his stomach. There was no way he could call back and get angry again.

After thinking it over, he picked up his phone and called his secretary.

The phone rang twice, and then a woman in her thirties spoke in a confused voice: "Boss Ma."

"Notify all departments that all staff must be present for the meeting at 6:30 a.m. No one who can breathe is allowed to be late!"

Ma Xiangjun gave a series of orders in high spirits and immediately felt in a good mood.

After making his secretary and a group of employees feel bad, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, "When will this little bastard ever use his mind of getting money from me for the right purpose?"

Ma Yiluan, who was being scolded by him, stood there in silence, and the atmosphere in the room was obviously extremely awkward.

Yan Wenxuan hesitated and said, "Uncle Ma may think that what you said just now was a little too..."

Ma Yilun glanced over and sneered, "Even if I leave Ma the butcher, I can still eat hairy pigs."

Yan Wenxuan shrugged. Seeing that he was using a sneer to cover up his embarrassment, he spread his hands as if he hadn't seen it. "Then tell me what to do now?"

"It's true that the rain has stopped now, but we are all injured. It will definitely not be easy for us to leave safely."

"Besides, if your words come true and Shen Qingjun follows Jiang Ran away from Luoyin Mountain, is it possible that these villagers will become more daring and make a desperate move to attack us again?"

Although Yan Wenxuan did not believe his words, he had been in a coma after all, so he did not dare to jump to the conclusion that Shen Qingjun definitely did not leave.

Furthermore, judging from what Ma Yiluan said, Jiang Ran subdued this group of villagers with force and ferocity.

It is also unknown whether these vicious guys will be really scared after he leaves Luoyin Mountain.

At the moment, the four of them don't have the strength to resist at all.

Ma Yilun frowned, thought for a moment and shook his head, "Don't worry, you saw what those guys did in front of Brother Ran just now, they definitely won't dare to have any evil thoughts again."

He didn't think Jiang Ran had any backup plan. He was just thinking from his perspective. He felt that if he were in his shoes, he wouldn't have the courage to provoke the other party.

The worry in Yan Wenxuan's eyes did not diminish after these words, and he was thinking hard about how to leave Luoyin Mountain.

While I was still thinking without any clue, I suddenly heard Lu Xiaoyun's surprised voice outside the door.

"Qingjun, why are you back?"