Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

When Zhou Haibing arrived at the pharmaceutical factory, he found it in complete disarray.

The factory windows were all shattered, the machinery was smashed beyond recognition, and unpackaged medicines from the production line were scattered all over the floor and trampled to pieces.

The warehouse door was pried open, and millions of dollars worth of finished medicines were moved out, piled up in the yard, doused with some unknown substance, and burned to the ground.

The group left behind a message:

"Tell Zhou Hailong that if he doesn't come back, your older brother will be next."

Zhou Haibing called the police.

The police quickly intervened, and all the main members of the gang were arrested, with the ringleaders sentenced to several years in prison.

Zhou Haibing's losses exceeded five million yuan. He had to buy new machinery and equipment, renovate the factory, and restart the production of the stockpiled medicines. It took him almost half a year to get back to normal.

Zhou Hailong hid outside for more than a month, waiting for the storm to pass and for all those people to be in prison before he swaggered back.

Zhou Haibing met Zhou Hailong in the pharmaceutical factory's office.

He questioned Zhou Hailong: "You caused this mess, you ran away, and others smashed up my factory. Do you know how much money you lost?"

Zhou Hailong leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, and after hearing this, he simply chuckled lightly and said:

"Brother, you're rich. What's five million to you? Besides, those guys have all been arrested, haven't they? What else do you have to say?"

Zhou Haibing said, "Don't you feel sorry for me?"

Zhou Hailong stood up, dusted off his pants, and glanced back at Zhou Haibing as he walked to the door. His eyes held a condescending, mocking smile.

"Brother, if you hadn't called the police, would they have been able to catch you? You got yourself into trouble by calling the police, who's to blame?"

After saying that, he left.

Zhou Haibing sat alone in his office, staring at the doorway, without moving for a long, long time.

And then there's the matter of those fifty million.

That year, Zhou Haibing's company was in a period of rapid expansion and needed a lot of working capital.

The company has a lot of money sitting in its accounts, but every penny has its purpose.

Zhou Haibing has always been very strict with his finances, and every large expenditure must be approved by him.

But one day, the CFO rushed into his office in a panic, holding a transfer record in his hand, his face ashen:

"Mr. Zhou, the company's accounts are short 50 million."

Zhou Haibing thought there was a mistake in the accounting department. He took a look at the record and found that the recipient of the transfer was a company he had never heard of before, and the reason for the transfer was "business dealings".

Zhou Haibing said, "I did not sign any documents related to this money."

The CFO's expression grew even uglier:

"This money was... processed within the company's internal system, using your account and password."

We checked the login IP, and it came from...from your brother's residential address.

Zhou Haibing's expression changed immediately.

He rushed to Zhou Hailong's villa immediately.

Zhou Hailong was lying on the sofa in the living room, holding a glass of red wine. A heavily made-up woman was sitting next to him. A variety show was playing on TV, and the living room was filled with laughter.

Zhou Haibing slammed the transfer record onto the coffee table, his voice so cold it could freeze:

"Hailong, what's the deal with this fifty million?"

Zhou Hailong glanced at the papers, then slowly placed his wine glass on the coffee table, his expression as relaxed as if he were discussing a trivial matter:

"Brother, I just want to borrow some money, do you have to make such a fuss?"

"Borrow?" Zhou Haibing's voice rose.

"When did you ever tell me you wanted to borrow money? You used my account and password to log into the company system and transferred 50 million yuan. That's stealing, not borrowing!"

Zhou Hailong's expression changed.

He waved for the woman beside him to leave, and only when the two of them were left in the living room did he slowly sit up straight, looking at Zhou Haibing with a hint of displeasure in his tone:

"Brother, don't say such harsh things."

"You have so much money, what's wrong with me taking fifty million to spend? You're the older brother, isn't it only natural for your younger brother to spend some of your money?"

When are you going to return it?

Zhou Hailong laughed, a laugh tinged with a roguish, reckless attitude:

"Brother, you're already so rich, why are you arguing with me about 50 million? When you die, your money will still be mine, right? I just spent a little in advance."

Fifty million, only a little was spent in advance.

That 50 million almost cost Zhou Haibing his life.

The company was in talks with an important partner about a big project at the time, and its finances were very tight, with every penny being carefully controlled.

The 50 million yuan that Zhou Hailong transferred was exactly the amount the company was preparing to pay its suppliers.

The money ran out, the suppliers couldn't deliver the goods, and the partner's project almost fell through.

Zhou Haibing scrambled to raise money, scraping together funds from various sources, and borrowed over 20 million yuan at high interest rates to barely plug the hole.

During that period, he lost more than ten kilograms, his hair fell out in clumps, and he couldn't sleep at night, tossing and turning over in his mind how to connect the company's funds.

He was so angry that he was about to call the police.

That night, he sat in his study, his phone in his hand, already dialing 110, just waiting to make the call.

Father Zhou Fuxiang pushed open the door and came in.

He probably heard the news from Zhou Hailong and came here specifically for that purpose.

He knelt down as soon as he entered the door, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at Zhou Haibing, his voice hoarse and trembling:

"Haibing, you can't call the police! Hailong is your own brother! Your own brother! If you send him to jail, his life will be over! Our Zhou family line will be cut off!"

Zhou Haibing said:

"Dad, he transferred fifty million, fifty million, not fifty thousand. He almost ruined the company."

Zhou Fuxiang cried even harder, his face covered in snot and tears, and his voice grew louder and louder:

"Haibing, I'm begging you! I've never asked you for anything in my life, just this once, please let Hailong go! He's immature, he'll change! If you call the police, I'll kill myself! I mean what I say!"

Looking at his father kneeling on the ground, Zhou Haibing felt as if a tattered rag had been stuffed into his heart, making him feel suffocated.

He did not call the police.

He later learned that Zhou Hailong not only did not change, but had become even worse.

Even worse things were yet to come.

Zhou Haibing remembers that year clearly. It was a winter night, and he had just finished showering and was about to go to bed when his father called.

Zhou Fuxiang's voice on the other end of the phone was howling like a pig being slaughtered:

"Hai Bing! Your brother has been kidnapped!"

Zhou Haibing's first reaction was not worry, but suspicion.

Who is Zhou Hailong?

He was a local tyrant, someone even gangsters avoided, someone who always had a gang of thugs with him wherever he went.

Would this kind of person be kidnapped?

Who would dare to kidnap Zhou Hailong?

To put it bluntly, it's more likely that Zhou Hailong would kidnap someone else; the idea of ​​him being kidnapped is less likely than the sun rising in the west.