Wei Boxi has been very lucky recently. He has given up the Weida Group he created, which he has created, and has a kind of tragic tragedy of cutting off his arm. Weida Group is now insolvent, and the Binhai Municipal Government is taking the lead in organizing the restructuring of Weida Co., Ltd., and all this has nothing to do with him. His qualifications of the Municipal CPPCC members and provincial people's congress representatives have also been revoked, and the halo on his head is also revoked as wealth loses.

All this was as expected by him. He was ready to face it, but his luck seemed to be worse than he thought. Someone had compiled a list of all his current assets and sent it to almost all his creditors, and even posted it publicly online. These lists even included his vacation villas far away in Guilin and Hangzhou. The shops he invested in in the name of his cousin, ex-wife and others, and even his membership in the golf club were not missed. Those creditors would pounce on them like flies when they found the target, which made him not even have a place to stay. Even his seven properties in Binhai were applied for seizure and security by creditors in all aspects.

Fortunately, God is kind. There is an omission in this list. He has another property in Binhai that has not been discovered. This is an old two-bedroom house in a dilapidated residential community. It was the first house he bought after moving to the city with the first money he earned from fishing and fishing. After he moved out, he has not come back for many years and the house has not been sold. Unexpectedly, he lived here again more than ten years later. This is a corner that has almost been forgotten by himself, and others may not remember it again.

The dilapidated house emits a stale smell, and only the simple furniture is left in the house. Wei Boxi feels uncomfortable. But he is not worried about his future life. He is still wearing a well-tailed high-end suit, carrying a pseudonym household photo and ID card with him, and a bank card. This bank card contains three million cash under the pseudonym.

His current idea is to temporarily hide for a while and make plans after the wind passes. After dark, Wei Boxi's stomach began to roar, and he was a little hungry. He didn't want to go out too far to a crowded place, so he waited until late at night and decided to go to the Kuaike Supermarket, which opened for 24 hours, to buy a few bags of instant noodles to satisfy his hunger.

When he stepped out of the door with his feet, he suddenly felt a very special feeling. He felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at him coldly in the room, which made the pores in his body stand up. He looked at the wooden door that had almost no anti-theft effect and decided to bring all the important items with him.

Along the way, he felt someone staring at him, and there was a cold feeling on the back of his head. He quickly walked to the small supermarket on the roadside not far away to buy some instant noodles and ham sausages, and hurried to the residence. Along the way, he seemed to be worried about the invisible eyes behind him and forgot to observe the situation ahead. Just as he reached a dim corner, two figures suddenly appeared and blocked him in the middle and blocked his way.

Before Wei Boxi could react, someone had already put a handful of steel on his neck and whispered: "Don't talk, we don't want your life, take off your clothes quickly."

Wei Boxi instinctively wanted to say what you wanted to do, but when he said half of the word "you", he was crushed and pressed back on his throat. The hero did not suffer any loss in front of him, so Wei Boxi had to take off his clothes. As long as he took off his clothes slowly, he had to take them off a few more strokes. The other person seemed a little impatient to wait, and he also helped Wei Boxi take off his clothes with slutty hands.

Wei Boxi had never encountered such a strange experience in her life. She took off her naked under the threat of the weapon. The two of them panickedly stuffed the clothes into a woven bag and threw them to him another woven bag. The two pushed him to the ground and ran quickly into the darkness. Wei Boxi just thought about whether to call for help, but she felt a cold feeling stuck to his throat. After a delay, the two of them had run away without a trace.

...

"There are all things here?"

"It's all here, damn, this kid wears such good clothes, but he only costs a few dozen yuan."

Feng Junzi did not talk, but took out a stack of money and handed it to the two people in front of him: "I will pay it for you, no more or less than three thousand yuan, you can go."

The two of them collected the money and looked at it for a few times and left in a hurry. There was a strange sneer on the corner of Feng Junzi's mouth. What he paid to the two of them just now was counterfeit money. The counterfeit money was not his, but Hu Shiwei's. There was a book in Hu Shiwei's residence, which contained counterfeit money from customers when she was working in a nightclub. Later, Feng Junzi took out the money, which was a total of 3,600 yuan.

After the two of them walked away, Feng Junzi took a taxi to Binhai Park. He threw the woven bag with stones stuffed into the sea on the sea exploring stone in Binhai Park. The woven bag contained Wei Boxi's clothes, household photos and ID cards under the pseudonym, and a bank card. These things disappeared into the depths of the tide as the waves rolled over.

...

Wei Boxi stood naked in the darkness. The autumn evening breeze made him tremble. He couldn't understand what he had encountered just now. When the two "gangsters" left, they threw him a woven bag. Wei Boxi opened the woven bag with his trembling hands. There was a set of worn clothes in the woven bag, which was obviously prepared for him.

Wei Boxi took out the clothes helplessly, but found that there was a note under the clothes that contained something. He opened the note and found that there was 600 yuan in cash and a photo that looked very similar to his ID card. The note read a simple sentence: "These 600 yuan is fake money, be careful when spending it!"

Wei Boxi probably wouldn't have thought of why Feng Junzi put a fake bill of 600 yuan here. He probably couldn't remember that night at midnight, because he wanted to take the exam whether Hu Shiwei was a real college student. He once gave her a "bounty" of 600 yuan.
Chapter completed!