Just when the sanitation driver was searching for a "clue" and ran into the alley to pick up money...

A Nissan car stopped on the side of the road. Liu Jianming opened the door and got out of the car, then climbed up the sanitation car with his bare hands, uncovered the lid, and took out the heavy travel bag from the trash can behind with one hand.

With a "Wow!", the zipper of the travel bag was pulled down, revealing the stacks of US dollars inside, and the intoxicating printing smell came to the nose.

Liu Jianming sniffed, then looked at the alley where the driver of the sanitation vehicle disappeared, smiled, zipped up, and jumped out of the truck with his travel bag.

He opened the door of the Nissan and threw the travel bag containing ten million US dollars in the passenger seat.

With a "bang!", I closed the car door, started the car, and left.

After a while.

"Hahaha! I actually picked up five Hong Kong dollars. God is so open-minded!" The driver of the sanitation vehicle walked out of the alley with a laugh, holding the five thousand yuan bills in his hand, and was full of tears. He was truly filled with tears.

"Thank God, thanks to the boss who gave me money. Today I can finally have a decent birthday party for my son. The boss is a good man, and the boss will have a safe life." He prayed and prayed for the owner.

...

Just after morning, the weather began to turn cloudy and turned cloudy, and soon the drizzle started to fall.

Zheng's Enterprise Underground Parking Lot.

Under the escort of his confidants, Zheng Baiwan entered the Rolls-Royce RV, and then under the escort of the front and rear vehicles, he drove out of the parking lot and drove onto the road.

It has to be admitted that the performance of Rolls-Royce is indeed very unique. This model represents the dream and symbol of the rich people all over the world, and it definitely has its own uniqueness.

Zheng Baiwan sat inside and could hardly feel the bumps on the road.

He grabbed a bottle of Louis Thirteen with his right hand, took off a goblet, and was about to pour wine and enjoy his free time...

He suddenly noticed that a strange face seemed to reflect the mirror reflection of the goblet, which was...

Ghost King!

His breathing became rapid in an instant, and his legs trembled involuntarily. He held Louis Thirteen's right hand and could hardly grasp the wine bottle. His left hand could not hold the goblet and slid to the ground...

But it was steadily caught by a big hand with black gloves.

"Boss Zheng, don't fall your cup." said the owner of the big hand, and then returned it with the goblet.

"Thank you." Zheng Baiwan subconsciously thanked him, took the goblet, lowered his head, and secretly glanced at the owner of the big hand. When he recalled the horror of last night, he couldn't help but kneel down and surrender.

Since being chased and almost killed his opponent last night, Zheng Baiwan has increased his defense since this morning. Not only has the number of guards tripled, but they are all carefully selected experts.

In addition, he also treated his car with bulletproof and explosion-proof, and in theory he had made his defenses flawless.

But who knew that he had driven the enemy for so long and hadn't noticed it. If the enemy hadn't appeared on his own initiative, he would probably not know how he died when he was killed.

Zheng Baiwan knew that the information the other party wanted to reveal to him was that it was easy to kill him.

In order to ensure that you are not killed for unknown reasons, Zheng Baiwan immediately lowered his head, and like a turtle man, he came to the other party's side. He wanted to see but didn't dare to look at the intimidating Ghost King mask and asked: "Ge... Your Excellency, I have sent a copy of the files of the Changqing Group you need. Have you... not received it?"

Zheng Baiwan couldn't figure out what the other party wanted to do.

He said this just to show that he was indeed doing what he wanted and had no intention of scheduling the accounts after the autumn.

"I received it." The Ghost King Mask nodded, looked at Zheng Baiwan, who lowered his eyebrows and looked like a good baby, and said in his heart: "This old fat man is really cognitive. It seems that people who are afraid of death are indeed more easy to control."

"Then... Your purpose of coming to me this time is..." Zheng Baiwan deliberately said half of it and stopped talking. He looked forward to the other party's following. In order to further please the other party, he took the initiative to pour half a cup of Louis Thirteen, holding it in his hands and handed it to the Ghost King's mask.

The Ghost King Mask did not refuse. He took the fine wine presented by Zheng Baiwan, raised his head and drank it all. The taste was very pure, which was indeed a world of difference from the red wine that was drunk in ordinary bars.

"The wine is good, it's delicious." He returned the empty wine glass to Zheng Baiwan, sat upright, and said, "I'm looking for you this time. Actually, there's nothing big about it. I just want to ask you to help buy some hard currency. I guess you must have a way."

"So I asked me to buy something..." Zheng Baiwan felt relieved. He didn't just come to kill himself.

He secretly wiped his sweat, sat up a little, and said with a smile on his face: "Your Excellency, I'll tell you, I've been living in this for so many years and have really tried a little bit. What kind of hard currency do you want to buy? I can really help you with it. You are my friend, and the price is guaranteed not to cause you to suffer."

He raised his head and added: "Although I, Zheng Baiwan, is not a good person, everyone in the Tao knows that the fat man named Zheng will never betray his friends."

When Zheng Baiwan said this, his expression was very proud.

The Ghost King Mask nodded. He had already learned in private that although Zheng Baiwan, a man who is greedy for life and afraid of death and does all kinds of bad things, was not considered a person in general, and he was still loyal.

Platinum and gold are rare metals. Platinum jewelry on the world is usually gold-plated, with a content of basically less than one gram. It is impossible to buy so many by taking the regular path. Even world-class tycoons are not allowed to collect more than five grams of platinum jewelry.

The platinum required for alchemy must be able to go to the black market. If you want to buy enough gold, you must have some skills.

It just so happened that Zheng Baiwan met this condition. He was powerful, experienced, greedy for life and fearful death, and knew how to change his mind when he saw the wind. He was a candidate who could not even find even with a lantern.

The Ghost King mask stretched out his right hand wearing black gloves and placed it on Zheng Baiwan's shoulder and patted it. The corner of his mouth bent a smile: "I can still trust Boss Zheng's character. I want to ask you to help you purchase **gram platinum, **gram platinum..."

"You want to buy so much?" Zheng Baiwan opened his eyes and his mouth opened into an O-shaped shape, and he could almost put a table tennis ball in his mouth. Gold is easy to deal with, but the difficult thing is platinum, which is a priceless existence. There is no way. No matter how rich you have, you can't buy one milligram of platinum.

Platinum is subject to state control.

The rare metals, gold and platinum you want to buy for the Ghost King Mask, will cost at least 50 million US dollars in total!

Equivalent to 200 million soft sister coins!
Chapter completed!