Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

Zhang Wenjie's gaze swept over another prepared report on the detailed whereabouts of Guo Zhiqiang's family members, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Robinson Crusoe's entire family died, so with a little effort, I could completely bind him to my chariot, leaving him with no other choice.

But Guo Zhiqiang, a seasoned veteran, is deeply entrenched within the group and has his own agenda, making him much more difficult to control.

Since it's difficult to completely control them, why not take this opportunity to swallow their shares whole and thoroughly clean up the Lu Group?

In any case, what Zhang Wenjie needed in the early stages was simply a clean and easily controllable shell of the Lu Group, and Robinson Crusoe, who was still a useful "divine tablet" for the time being...

Disobedient shareholders?

Just wash it off!

Inside the villa's reception room, the dual threats emanating from his feet and ears sent a chill down Guo Zhiqiang's spine, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He certainly considered taking the opportunity to acquire Robinson's shares, and even colluding with other shareholders to create trouble for Liu Yaozu and profit from it.

But Liu Yaozu, that venomous snake, is already troublesome enough.

He never expected that Robinson's seemingly half-dead old dog actually knew or employed Zhang Wenjie, a ruthless, unscrupulous, and almost cold-blooded "executioner"!

Now, the lives of his most beloved grandson, as well as his son and daughter-in-law's entire family, are in the hands of others!

"Mr. Guo? Mr. Guo!" Liu Yaozu called out twice when he saw Guo Zhiqiang suddenly holding a teacup and staring blankly with a wandering gaze.

Guo Zhiqiang snapped back to reality, forcibly suppressing the turmoil and chill in his heart.

His face quickly regained that shrewd businessman's smile, tinged with a hint of reserve and calculation, as if he had just been considering a price quote.

"What I mean is, Mr. Liu, you're a smart man, you should understand. Selling... is certainly something to consider. But as for the price..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze deep, as if he were waiting for a high price, a rare commodity to be sold.

"Price is negotiable! Absolutely negotiable!"

At this moment, Liu Yaozu had no time for hypocritical pleasantries. As long as he could get the key shares from Guo Zhiqiang and further consolidate his control over the Lu Group, it would be worth it even if it cost him more money!

Besides, he could soon pry hundreds of millions of bonds out of Qian Wendi, and the current expenditure was just a drop in the ocean! Thinking of this, the greedy light in his eyes was almost impossible to hide.

"This number." Guo Zhiqiang stopped talking nonsense and calmly extended his right hand, making a "two" gesture.

The smile on his face remained unchanged, but his eyes were fixed on Liu Yaozu, observing his every subtle reaction.

Two fingers.

Is it twenty million?

Or... two hundred million?

Liu Yaozu quickly made a mental calculation.

Given the value of Guo Zhiqiang's shares and the old fox's greed, it probably refers to 200 million!

The number gave him a sharp jolt; even for him, taking out such a large sum of real money immediately would be a huge financial strain.

But the words "Qian Wendi" and "hundreds of millions of bearer bonds" immediately flashed through his mind, and a greater greed and the excitement of being certain of victory instantly overshadowed the feeling of financial pain.

"Mr. Guo," Liu Yaozu regained some of his usual composure, even a hint of confident smile, "This price... is no problem! However, I need a little time to allocate the funds. Please, Mr. Guo, give me that time, and please... have faith in my sincerity and capabilities!"

"Great!" Guo Zhiqiang clapped his hands, as if he really admired Liu Yaozu's "boldness"!

"I love your pragmatic and decisive style. Old Lu...sigh, I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

He said it against his will, but slowly stood up.

"I'm getting old and don't want to get involved in the messy business world anymore. I just want a peaceful old age. I hope you won't keep me waiting too long, Mr. Liu."

"Definitely! Definitely!" Liu Yaozu also quickly stood up, his face beaming, and gripped Guo Zhiqiang's hand tightly, as if he were holding a golden signboard that was about to be obtained.

After some insincere pleasantries, Liu Yaozu personally escorted Guo Zhiqiang to the villa entrance, watching him get into a black Mercedes-Benz and slowly drive away, disappearing at the end of the tree-lined road.

"Damn old bastard... He's so greedy!" The smile on Liu Yaozu's face vanished instantly as the taillights disappeared. He spat and cursed under his breath.

But then I thought, even if I'm greedy, at least I can solve it with money!

The thought of paying a huge sum of 200 million yuan made his desire for the bonds in Qian Wendi's hands even more urgent, like a hundred claws scratching at his heart.

He turned and strode back to the villa, his face grim. He had to immediately send more people to dig out that damned Qian Wendi as soon as possible!

On a quiet side street not far from the Xiafei Road villa area, a dusty Toyota van was parked.

The driver's side window was rolled down halfway, and Zhang Wenjie, dressed in a black casual outfit and wearing sunglasses, almost blended into the dim light inside the car.

His left hand rested casually on the steering wheel, his fingers occasionally tapping unconsciously; his right hand held a lit cigarette, his elbow resting on the edge of the car window, letting the bluish-gray smoke drift into the cool air.

His gaze was mostly fixed coldly on the back seat through the rearview mirror.

There sat Guo Zhiqiang, who had just come out of Liu Yaozu's villa.

This seasoned veteran of the business world, whose face was slightly pale and whose forehead was damp with sweat, tried his best to remain calm, but his slightly rapid breathing and his hands clenched tightly on his knees betrayed his inner panic.

The car was already running and was driving smoothly back to the Guo family villa.

"Mr. Guo," Zhang Wenjie suddenly spoke, his voice coming through his sunglasses, flat and devoid of any inflection, yet carrying an invisible pressure, "I noticed you seemed to have some 'ideas' just now, a bit unconvinced. What, you think my script... isn't good enough? Want to rewrite it yourself?"

This extremely cold question instantly dispelled any remaining resentment and glimmer of hope in Guo Zhiqiang's heart, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe.

He quickly turned to the side, grabbed the back of the passenger seat with his other hand, and forced a bitter, almost ingratiating smile onto his face.

"Hey...brother, we're all just trying to make a living. You...don't need to cling to Robinson Crusoe's nearly sunken leg, do you?"

He tried to negotiate, attempting to sway the other party with offers of benefits.

"Robinson Crusoe is barely hanging on himself right now, how much money can he possibly give you? One million? Two million? Or five million? Ten million at most, right?!"

Guo Zhiqiang's voice rose slightly due to his urgency.

"As long as you promise to release my grandson and guarantee the safety of my family, whatever Robinson Crusoe offered, I, Guo Zhiqiang, will pay three times! No, five times!! Cash, gold, overseas accounts—just name your price!"

His "outrageous extravagance" at this moment is not a display of wealth, but stems from an extreme fear of the extinction of his bloodline.

What's the use of making a lot of money if you have no descendants?