diskusbooks Chapter 344 Trading
Chapter 344 Trading
Caiyue Tower is one of the most lively and prosperous places in the city. Although it is late at night, there are still many dignitaries and young men here having fun.
Murong Linger raised her hand and hung the article like a torn sack under the imposing plaque of Caiyue Tower, attracting passers-by below to stop and watch.
Wen Zhang was dangling in the air, his face pale with fear, his pants soaked, and he kept begging for mercy: "Please, save me!"
After a while, Master Wen received the news and hurried over with a group of servants and guards.
Seeing his precious son hanging high on the plaque, Master Wen was so angry that his face turned ashen and veins popped out on his forehead: "Rebellion! Who is so bold as to dare to mess with my Wen family! Come, quickly rescue the young master!"
Just as the Wen family guards were about to take action, suddenly, a sharp eagle cry pierced the night sky.
Everyone looked up and saw a huge golden eagle standing majestically on the plaque, with its claws firmly on Wen Zhang's neck. With just a slight force, it could take Wen Zhang's life in an instant.
At this moment, all the guards of the Wen family froze in place, and no one dared to act rashly.
After all, they all knew that no matter how fast they moved, they would never be faster than the golden eagle's claws.
The article was hung on a plaque that was three stories high. He felt the chill from the sharp claws on his neck and was so scared that he dared not breathe. If he moved a little, his neck would be scratched and hurt.
He looked at the dense crowd of onlookers below, his heart filled with despair, yet he still held on to a glimmer of hope. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Dad, save me! Dad, save me!"
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and shouted at the top of his voice: "Dad, five hundred thousand taels! Give her five hundred thousand taels and she will let me go!"
As soon as the words "five hundred thousand taels" were shouted out, the crowd watching below instantly exploded.
"Oh my God, five hundred thousand taels? That's not a small amount!"
"No matter how rich the Wen family is, it's not easy to take out 500,000 taels at once, right?"
"Hush, keep your voice down. The Wen family is as wealthy as a country. Maybe this little money is just a drop in the bucket for them!"
Everyone was talking at once, their eyes flickering between Mr. Wen and Wen Zhang, all wanting to see how this farce would end.
Master Wen stood there, his face turning pale and blue, secretly groaning in his heart. Five hundred thousand taels, this is simply asking for his life! But seeing his son in imminent danger, he really couldn't bear to abandon him.
In the crowd, a young man in coarse linen clothes curled his lips and muttered in disdain, "Even if the Wen family really has 500,000 taels, Master Wen is so stingy that I doubt he'd be willing to spend it. Wouldn't it be better to keep the money and enjoy a comfortable life? At worst, he could take in a few more concubines and have a few more fat boys. Wouldn't that be better than saving this good-for-nothing son?"
The old man beside him turned pale with fear upon hearing this. He quickly reached out to cover the young man's mouth and looked around in horror: "Are you trying to kill yourself? How dare you speak ill of the Wen family in public? The Wen family has absolute power in this city. They can make your whole family miserable with just a flick of a finger. Shut up!"
The young man slapped the old man's hand away and wanted to argue, but was stopped by the warning looks from the people around him. He had no choice but to shut his mouth in dismay, but he was still not convinced in his heart and muttered softly: "That's how it is..."
Mr. Wen stood in front of the crowd, listening to every word of the discussions, his face as dark as the night sky before a storm.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, veins bulged on his forehead, and every blood vessel seemed to be beating, revealing the anger and struggle in his heart at the moment.
If his son was not still being held by that mysterious man, with his life or death in danger, he really wanted to immediately find the gossiper and give him a good lesson.
Five hundred thousand taels—that was the vast fortune he had painstakingly accumulated over many years. How could he possibly give it away so easily? This money could have provided him with a comfortable life for the rest of his life, and would have enabled the Wen family to dominate the business world. But now, for the sake of his troublemaking son, he was being given away to a mysterious man who had appeared out of nowhere.
In the corner of the crowd, Cai Rong and Mr. Cai were also watching this farce.
Hearing the astronomical figure of 500,000 taels, Cai Rong couldn't help but feel secretly delighted. Compared with the article, he only spent 200,000 taels to get out of the predicament, which was such a good deal.
He nudged his father with his elbow, a smug smile on his face, and whispered, "Dad, look, compared to the Wen family, we've really gotten a great deal! We saved three hundred thousand taels in one fell swoop!"
Mr. Cai did not respond to his son's words. His eyes were fixed on Mr. Wen, with a hint of amusement and scrutiny in them.
Having been in the business world for many years, he knew too well the inner conflict of Mr. Wen at the moment. He secretly wondered in his heart whether Mr. Wen would feel sorry for the money and give up this useless son, or grit his teeth and take out this huge sum of money to redeem his son's life.
This not only concerns the reputation of the Wen family, but may also affect the future direction of the Wen family.
Under the gaze of everyone, Master Wen was torn between his conscience and his desires. He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his surging emotions.
At this moment, he felt as if he was in a world of ice and fire, with his son's life on one side and huge wealth on the other.
After a long time, he finally opened his eyes. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He clenched his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Give me money!" His voice was low and hoarse, carrying endless helplessness and resentment.
Butler Wen held the heavy cash box full of banknotes tightly in his hands, and every step he took seemed cautious and fearful.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his heart was beating like a drum, as if the cash box contained not wealth but a bomb that could explode at any time.
Finally, he arrived in front of Caiyue Tower. After taking a deep breath, he slowly raised his leg and stepped over the threshold.
However, as soon as he stepped into the door, a strong and pungent smell of blood that was so strong that it was disgusting came like a tide, rushing straight towards his mouth and nose.
Butler Wen's eyes were instantly drawn to the headless corpse on the ground. In that instant, he felt the blood in his body freeze, his brain went blank, and he was unable to move as if he had been cast under a spell.
The headless corpse lay in a pool of blood, with blood still flowing out from the broken neck, staining a large area of the surrounding ground red.
The clothes on the corpse had already been torn to pieces, intertwined with the bloody body, making it unbearable to look at.
Butler Wen stared at the bloody scene with wide eyes and horror on his face. His lips trembled involuntarily and his body began to shake violently and uncontrollably.
After a long while, Butler Wen came back to his senses as if waking from a dream. His face was as pale as paper, and he had only one thought in his mind - to quickly escape from this terrible place!
So, he hurriedly threw the cash box in his hand to the ground, making a loud "bang".
Then he turned around and ran out the door as fast as he could, like a frightened rabbit.
He didn't even have the time to take a look at what kind of person his son had offended. He just wanted to escape from this terrible place as soon as possible.
At this moment, outside Caiyue Tower, everyone was waiting for the outcome of the transaction. The air seemed to freeze. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the tightly closed door, as if the gears of fate would start turning in the next second.