Chapter 141 Money can help God

Emil's laughter came from the 10-meter-high rooftop: "Who knows whether it is true or false, and how can I take the cash?"

He was mixed in English and spoke Chinese in strange tunes.

Chen Yi, who was carrying the intelligence scroll and listening to the scroll, said calmly: "I can prepare a plane for you."

"Let's talk about it when you see it. Let your elders talk." Emil was a little moved, and even admitted his identity as the kidnapper in disguise. If there was a plane, he might be able to escape. Of course, he had to bring that little girl on the plane.

"I'm responsible here." Chen Yi's tone was extremely affirmative.

"Get me a plane within 1 hour, and ask for a helicopter. Go to the airport and change to a full-fueled plane. There is a pilot." Emil said as he was about to leave. He didn't want to look at the green things below.

"Imam, please speak together." Chen Yi suddenly said.

Galu blocked Emil's way.

The latter had no choice but to turn around. He knew that if it weren't for religious protection, he would have been shot.

Although forced raids can easily cause casualties, the success rate is still very high.

But he actually didn't know that if it weren't for religious protection, Chen Yi's curse ink alone would have killed them.

Thanks to Chen Yi holding the intelligence scroll, he didn't impulse to kill and steal people.

At the important moment when the Chen family gathers their strength, although saving the younger sister is the top priority, it cannot destroy the future of the entire family. It is not only the future of Chen Congyu's house, but also the future of the uncle, uncle, and even the huge root system that has been following the Chen family for many years.

Chen Yi waited quietly for the imam, watched him come to the front of the rooftop, and watched his hair blown by the wind, and said, "Imam, please persuade your friends to return my sister. They can leave China with $3 million, and I will never stop it."

Emil was really worried that the imam would nod and hurriedly said, "Didn't you say you would give me 20 million? Are you going back on your word now?"

"There is money, some."

As soon as he finished speaking, two more metal cabinets were pushed out.

One cubic meter of dollars, once again poured onto the ground,

Now, the US dollar in front of Chen Yi is larger than the size of him.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at the money that was spotted by the searchlight.

100 pieces per pill, 2,000 US dollars. Just take out a pill and you can play in Jiangning for a week. If you take a stack, you can stay in the best hotel, eat the best food, and drink the purest champagne. If you can hold a pill, you can return home in glory and be at ease with a small fortune.

But Emil doesn't care at all, and the money that cannot be taken is not considered money.

If the bank has too much money, so what?

Chen Yi was thinking in his mind, and waved his hand again, and the fifth and sixth metal boxes were pushed out.

The butter-filled wheel axle originally had no sound, but it made a "squeak" and "squeak" sound in everyone's ears.

Emil finally felt a little uneasy, $60 million is not a joke.

In a slightly poorer place, this can organize at least 60 suicide attacks.

Even the Citibank manager standing by was sweating coldly.

He has stayed in the European Division and has seen countless rich people who can earn good flowers, but this is the first time he has seen this.

Emil comforted himself: It's just fake money, don't pay attention to him.

But the imam narrowed his eyes and stared at Chen Yi below.

"If you are worried that it is a counterfeit currency, you can test it." Chen Yi could hear Emil's constant self-hypnosis by listening to the scroll.

He decisively ordered a fire truck to come.

Four bodyguards carried all 3 cubic meters of US dollars onto the ladder, and one of them went to the rooftop of the temple.

Emil wanted to stop the bodyguard, but thought about it, he wanted to kill him, and a shot was enough, so he didn't say anything.

The ladder slowly rose with the sound of "kick" gears, reaching the 10-meter-high rooftop. The bodyguard picked up a pile of money from the ground and said in English: "Please check the authenticity."

These four bodyguards were all borrowed by Chen Yi from the Chen Group's protection team. Each of them was full of 300,000 yuan and put in their pockets. With the insurance of 5 million yuan, they had long been red and were afraid of life and death.

Emil couldn't help but pull out one and rub it on his hand.

He spends US dollars every day in Dubai, and the greasy feeling is definitely not wrong.

"Imam, please check." The bodyguard held a bunch of them and stood in front of the old imam.

The second imam took the lead in drawing one, so some of the followers came to take the test.

After a while, Chen Yi shouted below: "Is it enough?"

Emil gritted his teeth and shouted in English: "You are amazing. If you are sincere, just hit me in the bank."

Chen Yi smiled and shook his head, saying, "Your life is not worth $60 million."

"Is that little girl worth it?" Emil was burned red by the money. This was much more than the money that the superior promised him.

Chen Yi smiled and said, "Of course it's worth it. But the little girl and your life are not decided by you." Chen Yi finished speaking and said loudly, "Imam, do you think so?"

The old imam smiled, and the wind blew up the snow-white hair.

So the ladder descended again, then moved an additional $20 million, and slowly rose again.

80 million, all of which are made up of 20 US dollars old banknotes, and the size of 4 cubic meters can't be placed on the upper end of the ladder. As the ladder shakes, some are spilled from time to time.

The bank manager was stunned. He knew better than anyone else that if it weren't for the status of Jiangning Financial City, he might not have been able to raise so much money in the United States.

The bodyguards still held the money for everyone to test, but no one was in a mood.

Emil's heart continued to sink, and he couldn't help but shout, "If you don't send a plane, I will cut the girl's hand."

He didn't shy away from being a kidnapper.

The secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee who was inspecting the scene was nervously wet. He seemed to be even more nervous than Chen Congyu and said, "Old Zhu, Lao Zhu, how are you in contact?"

Lao Zhu is the deputy mayor in charge of religious affairs and the leader in Jiangning is the last. He usually has no room for performance. But when everyone cares about him the most, he cannot play any role.

He was also so anxious that he sweated all over and explained: "No one is here, the temple is independent."

"I'm not independent, Jiangning is still the Jiangning of the Party." The Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee is also a member of the Standing Committee. If you can attend one more meeting, you will be one level higher than the deputy mayor who cannot attend.

He was a military-transferred cadre in his early years, and his bad temper was brought out from his mother's womb. Now he is unhappy and wants to curse people when he opens his mouth.

"It's okay." But it was Chen Congyu who patted his shoulder.

If the two city leaders make a fuss in public, it will definitely affect the handling of the case.

Chen Yicai didn't care what the person behind him said, and smiled and said, "Then add another 20 million to buy her hands."

The last two metal cabinets on the car were pushed out.

It's $100 million.

840 million yuan, a large temple can be rebuilt.

"Imam, do you think it's enough?" From beginning to end, Chen Yi was performing for the imam to show it.

Without the religiously sensitive flag, the Chen family would not be affected. Without the worry of throwing rats and avoiding the situation, most of the matter would be solved.

As for money, if the temple does not know the appearance, let them keep it for a while. If they know the appearance, there will naturally be no loss.

Although I was used to the storm, the old imam's heart still trembled.

He doesn't care about the money, he is afraid of the money.

Money can help the gods

He doesn't take 1 million or 10 million seriously, and he cannot lose his followers because of this.

30 million, 50 million, he will strengthen his beliefs and maintain the dignity of the big temple.

But $100 million. It can destroy the dignity of the big temple, it will cause believers to abandon the temple and decay the temple.

The power of religion is indeed strong, but the power of money is even stronger.

100,000 US dollars can kill a believer.

One million dollars can buy a believer.

$10 million can sell the believers to the devil.

100 million US dollars can destroy a temple.

One billion US dollars can buy a temple.

10 billion US dollars can build a temple into hell.

100 billion US dollars can destroy a religion.

1 trillion US dollars can buy a religion.

10 trillion US dollars can transform religion into a cult.

The United States is taking the next steps of the practitioner.

Chen Yi was introducing the previous part to the imam.

"I have three cars here."

A searchlight moved behind Chen Yi, and three black skinned cars of the same type could be seen.
To be continued...