Feng Song gradually believed what he said, after all, he had already reached this point and lying was meaningless.

His eyes were filled with frustration and confusion, and he murmured to himself.

"I have worked hard all my hard work over the years and put all my hopes on my son. Now he is missing, what's the point of living..."

Jiang Yuan looked at his pitiful look with his eyes, and felt pity in his heart, and felt pity for his parents all over the world.

Although Feng Song has nothing to do with a good person, his hard work for his son is very similar to every parent in the world.

Jiang Yuan asked slowly after thinking for a moment.

"How did you come here without a trace, pretend to be a ghost and scare people?"

Feng Song was disheartened and unintentionally concealed, and said dejectedly.

"When I first built the gymnasium, all the drawings were designed by me. The ventilation ducts here were well connected. As long as I wanted to hide, no one could find me."

Jiang Yuan suddenly realized that no wonder he was able to come and go without a trace. It turned out that he had achieved it with the help of ventilation ducts.

If you think about it carefully, there are indeed many ventilation ducts inside and outside the Haitian Stadium, many of which are designed to be very hidden.

Jiang Yuan remembers that many people once praised the good ventilation design here, but now I think it has planned it.

The old guy's scheming is so deep that it makes people feel cold on his back.

After figuring out the reason why Feng Song was elusive, Jiang Yuan had a sudden idea and suddenly came up with a good idea.

"Do you want to find Zhao Hongfeng?"

Feng Song, who was originally dejected, had a head tilted like a chicken pecking at rice when he heard this.

This is something he always dreams of, it's simply a sight to see.

"I think! As long as you can find Zhao Hongfeng out, I will rent this gymnasium to you for three years for free... No, I will let you use it for ten years for free!"

Feng Song had a tremolo in his tone and an extremely hatred light in his eyes, wishing he could tear Zhao Hongfeng to pieces.

Jiang Yuan smiled with confidence and wisdom in his eyes, and said lightly.

"If you want to see him, you have to listen to me and make sure he appears in front of you honestly."

Feng Song's eyes showed suspicion and asked in confusion.

"You really have this ability? Zhao Hongfeng, the old fox, is not easy to deal with. Don't let yourself fall into it."

Jiang Yuan smiled confidently and started whispering in his ear.

After hearing this, Feng Song's eyes lit up. His eyes looked at him with admiration and fear, full of indescribable complexity.

Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.

Zhao Hongfeng was almost thrown out of the window, and he felt both hatred and afraid, but he knew that Kevin was powerful and could not afford to provoke him at all.

The weak will only swing the weaker.

Although he is despicable, he is not stupid. After several tossings by the Yuanhui team, he is already like a frightened bird.

If you make another decision now, it will definitely cause a fierce rebound from the other party. Maybe it will be a waste of money.

Anyway, as long as you get the money, where can you do it?

Zhao Hongfeng took out his cell phone, looked at the hundreds of missed calls on it, and dialed back with a sinister smile.

Before the phone rang, it immediately started to answer, and Feng Song's extremely anxious voice came from the other end of the microphone.

"The surname of Zhao, you didn't say that you would let my son go after the matter was done. Where is the person?"

"Don't worry, it's not that the matter has not yet been done."

Zhao Hongfeng beat him up and said with a sarcastic smile.

When Feng Song heard this, he immediately became anxious and shouted in anger.

"Zhao Hongfeng, after all, you are a character. No matter how you speak, you are not as good as farts!"

"Stop talking about these useless things, I'll ask you one thing, do you still want to see your son?"

Zhao Hongfeng rolled his eyes and said with a smile on his face.

Sure enough, he grabbed Feng Song's lifeline and said begging after a moment of silence.

"Mr. Zhao, you can do it, okay. I am very old and have no other wishes. I hope my son can be safe and safe. I beg you."

"We are all fathers, and I can understand your mood, so I will give you a chance to raise 100 million for me, so I will naturally let your son go."

"One hundred million?!"

Feng Song almost vomited an old blood, his eyes widened and cursed in anger.

"If you don't want to let someone go, just say it, I'm not a bank, where can I get you so much money?"

Zhao Hongfeng laughed and said calmly.

"Brother Feng, don't worry! Although you don't have that much cash, there are so many industries, right? You must be sincere in your desire to save people."

Feng Song was so speechless that he couldn't speak. After a moment, he took a deep breath and said gritting his teeth.

"Okay, I'll try my best to get it, but it will take a while."

"It's okay, I can understand this. But you have to show some sincerity and give it 20 million first."

Zhao Hongfeng said in a sinister tone.

Feng Song cursed in his heart. He could take out so much cash flow in his hands, and the other party obviously had planned it.

However, for the sake of his son's safety, he agreed readily.

"Okay, I'm going to raise money now. My phone is almost out of power. In two hours, you can come to Haitian Stadium to get it."

After Feng Song finished speaking, he hung up the phone and turned off the phone directly.

He was quite nervous, looked up at Jiang Yuan in front of him and asked nervously.

"Is this okay? Zhao Hongfeng won't be too anxious to jump over the wall, just tear up the tickets."

"No, this guy is more anxious than you. We can just wait for the good show to happen."

Jiang Yuan's eyes flashed with wisdom and said confidently.

His calmness infected Feng Song, no longer as nervous as before, and said hatefully with his fists clenched.

"Damn Zhao Hongfeng, I will definitely make him pay the price!"

Two hours passed in a flash.

As expected by Jiang Yuan, Zhao Hongfeng seemed arrogant and domineering, but in fact he was already desperate.

He hid outside and observed for a while, and after confirming that there was no movement inside, he walked into Haitian Stadium with fear.

"I also learned to play puzzles. I'll get the money later and see how I fix him."

Zhao Hongfeng stood alone in the hall of Haitian Stadium, his face gloomy almost dripped into the water, thinking about how to repair Feng Song.

Suddenly, the originally quiet hall suddenly remembered a low voice.

"dad……"

Zhao Hongfeng jumped up suddenly as if he was electrocuted, his eyes swept around, and a hint of undepressed fear appeared in his expression.

He swallowed, not doing bad things, and was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.
Chapter completed!