Chapter 145
Ye Fan guessed right.
There are millions of cash hidden in the antique shop.
A lot of brand-new hundred dollar bills... No, there are thousand dollar bills.
Even those with denominations of 50 million yuan and 100000 yuan.
Of course, this large denomination banknote is not national currency, but foreign currency, and these foreign currencies are more valuable than national currency according to the exchange rate.
Ye Fan frowned and looked carefully. One of the foreign currencies with a denomination of 10000 yuan is about one million National dollars, that is, RMB.
And in front of a pile of this 10000 yuan foreign currency, visual inspection, converted into RMB, about hundreds of millions!
There's so much money hidden in the antique shop in the block?
In doubt and shock, Ye Fan's face was dignified. He picked up one, carefully examined the note number, carefully recalled and pondered for a while, and finally determined that it was the stolen money of the bank robbery.
There's stolen money from a bank robbery in this place?
Write off? Money laundering through antique trading?
Vaguely, Ye Fan roughly figured it out.
On the edge, several muscular men were quietly approaching Chu Xue. Suddenly, Ye Fan pulled Chu Xue, while the other hand still held a dagger against the old man's neck and asked, "where did the money come from?"
The old man trembled, frowned tightly, and looked embarrassed: "big... Big brother, don't worry so much, will you? You... You're just asking for debt. I'll pay back, I'll pay you back millions. You take the money and go. It's better to do more than less, so you don't have to make trouble for yourself..."
"Hundreds of millions of cash are piled here. Are they all stolen money?" Ye Fan interrupted.
The old man jerked at the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes and stared at Ye Fan. He secretly clenched his fist and clenched his teeth and said, "you're just asking for money. Don't mind your own business."
Ye Fan turned his head and glanced at the muscular men. "I really don't want to meddle in my business. I can't manage it. It's just that you have hundreds of millions of cash. I can only get a few million for a debt. Then I can get only hundreds of thousands of commissions. It's pathetic."
"Does it have anything to do with me? Listen to me, boy. You can collect debts. Take the money and leave. I don't want to worry. I advise you not to ask for trouble. You can't touch some things." The old man's voice was extremely gloomy.
Suddenly, Ye Fan took the knife away, pushed the old man away and looked directly at the muscular men.
"Do you think your men can find a chance to deal with me? OK, you don't have to find a chance. Come now and go together." Ye Fan's tone was flat and quiet. His voice just fell. In an instant, he took one step and rushed to one of the muscle men.
The muscle man frowned and wanted to do it
Bang——
With a loud noise, Ye Fan came in front of him and punched him away.
Then, Ye Fan's fist fell on the forehead of another muscle man, and another muscle man kicked it off.
In the blink of an eye, almost all the people under the old man had fallen down before they started, one by one lying on the ground screaming and wailing.
The air is stiff.
The old man was confused.
Ye Fan stepped forward, grabbed a handful of banknotes, flashed his eyes and whispered, "I just heard Chu Xue say that your son is the money of her adoptive parents, and then you buy a house and a car are all the money of her adoptive parents."
"In other words, she was raised by her adoptive parents. It has nothing to do with your nominal biological father."
"Then, her adoptive parents' money is her money."
"If I remember correctly, the total is 7.9 million. Should there be no interest?"
"Of course, private loans can not be compared with banks. The state of rolling profits can be calculated at least ten times? That is, 79 million."
The old man was stunned, and Chu Xue was stunned.
Ye Fan nodded at this time, "well, 79 million. Although you have a pile of cash here, the visual inspection should be about 10 million at most. There is a pile that is not RMB, and you don't know what looks like a ghost coin. You don't know whether you can use it or not."
"Forget it, just for the sake of your father daughter relationship, give a discount, 79 million, and take the money to offset it. From then on, write it off. The two don't owe each other. I'll find someone to drive in and move the money away immediately."
Ye Fan took out his mobile phone and was really ready to call.
"You... You fart!" The old man couldn't help but roared at Ye Fan with an iron blue face and angry eyes: "you can see clearly that it's Euro, sterling and other foreign currencies, each of which is worth more than RMB. You fucking say it's a ghost coin? Hundreds of millions of traps. You fucking want to move all of them? Lao Tze..."
"Hundreds of millions? Then I'll find someone from the bank to identify it?" Ye Fan's opening was interrupted.
The old man was stunned and angrily took out his mobile phone: "OK, just look for it. I'm not alone in the bank!"
"I'll find it." Ye Fan robbed the old man's mobile phone directly, "who knows if you're looking for your own people to deceive me by pretending to be a bank group? I'll find it."
"Then how the hell do you find your own group to fool me?" The old man shouted directly.
Ye Fan glanced at the old man, and said, "I has the final say in my hand."
"You..."
"Why don't you call the police directly?" Ye Fan suddenly swallowed the old man.
call the police? That's impossible.
Hundreds of millions of cash, once the police, things will really make a big deal.
And big enough to get out of hand, it will cause a chain reaction and generally cause a lot of trouble.
The old man's face was ferocious and could only compromise: "well, you, you find someone, find someone from the bank to identify whether there are hundreds of millions here!"
Ye Fan nods and dials a phone.
Then, twenty minutes later.
Several helicopters fell from the sky and landed in line at the door of the antique shop.
Armed soldiers with live ammunition jumped out of the helicopter and quickly lined up to guard the main roads around.
Another two teams of soldiers filed into the antique store. Under the staring eyes of the old man and Chu Xue, they directly began to pack the cash and take it away.
Everyone froze under the old man.
One by one, they all held their breath and did not move.
There was only the sound of money and the sound of military boots landing when soldiers carried the container away.
Seeing boxes of cash being carried away, the old man was paralyzed.
He collapsed on the ground with a pale face and fear.
Like a drug lord suddenly arrested.
Or, give the group's public funds to gamblers who have lost all their money.
Everywhere on the body, there was a restless breath of fear.
It's over, it's all... It's all over.
The old man's mentality suddenly collapsed.
Hundreds of millions are gone. Even if you don't die, you will only live rather than die.
The boss will not let him go.
Even everyone in his family will not let go.
At this time, Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Chu Xue, walked up to the old man, squatted down and solemnly said, "I don't go around with you. You know what's going on with the money better than me. You don't know what you'll end up with if you lose hundreds of millions."
"You have no choice but to cooperate with me."
The old man looked stunned, looked up in fear, sweating all over his face and stared at Ye Fan: "he... He, cooperation?"
Ye Fan nodded.
"Yes, cooperation!"
There are millions of cash hidden in the antique shop.
A lot of brand-new hundred dollar bills... No, there are thousand dollar bills.
Even those with denominations of 50 million yuan and 100000 yuan.
Of course, this large denomination banknote is not national currency, but foreign currency, and these foreign currencies are more valuable than national currency according to the exchange rate.
Ye Fan frowned and looked carefully. One of the foreign currencies with a denomination of 10000 yuan is about one million National dollars, that is, RMB.
And in front of a pile of this 10000 yuan foreign currency, visual inspection, converted into RMB, about hundreds of millions!
There's so much money hidden in the antique shop in the block?
In doubt and shock, Ye Fan's face was dignified. He picked up one, carefully examined the note number, carefully recalled and pondered for a while, and finally determined that it was the stolen money of the bank robbery.
There's stolen money from a bank robbery in this place?
Write off? Money laundering through antique trading?
Vaguely, Ye Fan roughly figured it out.
On the edge, several muscular men were quietly approaching Chu Xue. Suddenly, Ye Fan pulled Chu Xue, while the other hand still held a dagger against the old man's neck and asked, "where did the money come from?"
The old man trembled, frowned tightly, and looked embarrassed: "big... Big brother, don't worry so much, will you? You... You're just asking for debt. I'll pay back, I'll pay you back millions. You take the money and go. It's better to do more than less, so you don't have to make trouble for yourself..."
"Hundreds of millions of cash are piled here. Are they all stolen money?" Ye Fan interrupted.
The old man jerked at the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes and stared at Ye Fan. He secretly clenched his fist and clenched his teeth and said, "you're just asking for money. Don't mind your own business."
Ye Fan turned his head and glanced at the muscular men. "I really don't want to meddle in my business. I can't manage it. It's just that you have hundreds of millions of cash. I can only get a few million for a debt. Then I can get only hundreds of thousands of commissions. It's pathetic."
"Does it have anything to do with me? Listen to me, boy. You can collect debts. Take the money and leave. I don't want to worry. I advise you not to ask for trouble. You can't touch some things." The old man's voice was extremely gloomy.
Suddenly, Ye Fan took the knife away, pushed the old man away and looked directly at the muscular men.
"Do you think your men can find a chance to deal with me? OK, you don't have to find a chance. Come now and go together." Ye Fan's tone was flat and quiet. His voice just fell. In an instant, he took one step and rushed to one of the muscle men.
The muscle man frowned and wanted to do it
Bang——
With a loud noise, Ye Fan came in front of him and punched him away.
Then, Ye Fan's fist fell on the forehead of another muscle man, and another muscle man kicked it off.
In the blink of an eye, almost all the people under the old man had fallen down before they started, one by one lying on the ground screaming and wailing.
The air is stiff.
The old man was confused.
Ye Fan stepped forward, grabbed a handful of banknotes, flashed his eyes and whispered, "I just heard Chu Xue say that your son is the money of her adoptive parents, and then you buy a house and a car are all the money of her adoptive parents."
"In other words, she was raised by her adoptive parents. It has nothing to do with your nominal biological father."
"Then, her adoptive parents' money is her money."
"If I remember correctly, the total is 7.9 million. Should there be no interest?"
"Of course, private loans can not be compared with banks. The state of rolling profits can be calculated at least ten times? That is, 79 million."
The old man was stunned, and Chu Xue was stunned.
Ye Fan nodded at this time, "well, 79 million. Although you have a pile of cash here, the visual inspection should be about 10 million at most. There is a pile that is not RMB, and you don't know what looks like a ghost coin. You don't know whether you can use it or not."
"Forget it, just for the sake of your father daughter relationship, give a discount, 79 million, and take the money to offset it. From then on, write it off. The two don't owe each other. I'll find someone to drive in and move the money away immediately."
Ye Fan took out his mobile phone and was really ready to call.
"You... You fart!" The old man couldn't help but roared at Ye Fan with an iron blue face and angry eyes: "you can see clearly that it's Euro, sterling and other foreign currencies, each of which is worth more than RMB. You fucking say it's a ghost coin? Hundreds of millions of traps. You fucking want to move all of them? Lao Tze..."
"Hundreds of millions? Then I'll find someone from the bank to identify it?" Ye Fan's opening was interrupted.
The old man was stunned and angrily took out his mobile phone: "OK, just look for it. I'm not alone in the bank!"
"I'll find it." Ye Fan robbed the old man's mobile phone directly, "who knows if you're looking for your own people to deceive me by pretending to be a bank group? I'll find it."
"Then how the hell do you find your own group to fool me?" The old man shouted directly.
Ye Fan glanced at the old man, and said, "I has the final say in my hand."
"You..."
"Why don't you call the police directly?" Ye Fan suddenly swallowed the old man.
call the police? That's impossible.
Hundreds of millions of cash, once the police, things will really make a big deal.
And big enough to get out of hand, it will cause a chain reaction and generally cause a lot of trouble.
The old man's face was ferocious and could only compromise: "well, you, you find someone, find someone from the bank to identify whether there are hundreds of millions here!"
Ye Fan nods and dials a phone.
Then, twenty minutes later.
Several helicopters fell from the sky and landed in line at the door of the antique shop.
Armed soldiers with live ammunition jumped out of the helicopter and quickly lined up to guard the main roads around.
Another two teams of soldiers filed into the antique store. Under the staring eyes of the old man and Chu Xue, they directly began to pack the cash and take it away.
Everyone froze under the old man.
One by one, they all held their breath and did not move.
There was only the sound of money and the sound of military boots landing when soldiers carried the container away.
Seeing boxes of cash being carried away, the old man was paralyzed.
He collapsed on the ground with a pale face and fear.
Like a drug lord suddenly arrested.
Or, give the group's public funds to gamblers who have lost all their money.
Everywhere on the body, there was a restless breath of fear.
It's over, it's all... It's all over.
The old man's mentality suddenly collapsed.
Hundreds of millions are gone. Even if you don't die, you will only live rather than die.
The boss will not let him go.
Even everyone in his family will not let go.
At this time, Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Chu Xue, walked up to the old man, squatted down and solemnly said, "I don't go around with you. You know what's going on with the money better than me. You don't know what you'll end up with if you lose hundreds of millions."
"You have no choice but to cooperate with me."
The old man looked stunned, looked up in fear, sweating all over his face and stared at Ye Fan: "he... He, cooperation?"
Ye Fan nodded.
"Yes, cooperation!"
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