At this moment, Jiang Xianyong already hated Song Yan very much, but he didn't dare to show it, but 400 million was too much for him, it was like cutting his heart with a knife. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mr. Song, why don't you want 100 million?"

"There is one more time left, Mr. Jiang, this time you have to think before you speak. Song Yan said with a smile, but there was a chill in his smile in Jiang Xianyong's eyes, and at the same time, his face was full of tangled.

"Mr. Jiang is staying in the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood!" Yang Zaicai on the side persuaded.

"Nima, the total is not for you to take 400 million, I don't know if I feel distressed!" Jiang Xianyong wanted to point at Yang Zaicai's nose and scold, although the gambling stone field has more than 100 million income every month, but he has a group of people under him, and the income is not exclusive to him, more than sixty percent of the income has to be handed over to his backer.

Therefore, 400 million is already more than what he got in a year.

Thinking of this, he almost regretted his intestines, knowing that he shouldn't have given birth to that greed.

"Mr. Song, report your account number, and I'll transfer money to you immediately. ”

"Mr. Jiang is really bold, he treats money like dung!" Song Yan joked with a smile and reported his bank account to Jiang Xianyong.

"Mr. Song, you're really joking. Jiang Xianyong smiled embarrassedly, but scolded in his heart, and then, he took the laptop computer in Yang Zaicai's hand, logged in to his bank account, and then transferred 400 million to Song Yan's account.

Originally, this laptop computer was brought to allow Song Yan to transfer money, but he didn't expect it to be his transfer in the end.

As soon as Jiang Xianyong transferred the money, Song Yan's mobile phone came to the bank's text message prompt, took it out and took a look, and found that the funds in his account had reached more than 580 million.

In an ordinary hotel room in Xiangcheng, even in broad daylight, the windows are tightly covered with curtains.

There were no lights on in the room, only a laptop computer was on, and in front of it sat a white blonde man, his hands tapping rapidly on the keyboard.

After a while, the blonde white man showed a cold smile, and the computer screen showed the full body of a tall, handsome young man.

If Song Yan was here, he would definitely exclaim, how could this white man have a photo of him.

The white man's name was Lawrence, he was one of the gold medal killers in the Dark World, and after finding his head through a locator inside Hans's skull, through the wounds, he judged that Hans had died at the hands of Blood Rose.

But as far as he knew, the betrayer, Blood Rose, had been seriously injured during his defection, so he suspected that Blood Rose should have killed Hans with someone's help.

So, he invaded the Skynet system in Xiangcheng, locked the range where Hans was killed, and then through the investigation of the people who came and went in this range, he finally locked Song Yan.

Turning off Song Yan's photo, Hans tapped on the keyboard again, and then, Song Yan's information appeared on the computer.

Song Yan returned to Xiangcheng from Fulin Village, and it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon.

Although Hansha had allowed him to arrange his time freely, he still decided to go to school for half a day.

Coincidentally, this class was Hansha's class.

"Report teacher, can I come in?" said Song Yan with a smile.

Han Sha stared at Song Yan angrily, he just promised this kid yesterday, and today he missed half a day's class in a grand manner, and wanted to reprimand him twice, but thinking of her agreement with him, he could only say depressedly: "Come in." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Han. ”

Song Yan smiled, walked into the classroom and came to his seat.

Because Li Lei was still in the hospital, Song Yan's next seat was empty, and he took out an English book from the drawer, but a pink envelope fell out.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then picked up the envelope and opened it, faintly feeling that this should be a love letter.

Rows of beautiful handwriting are imprinted into the eye:

Yan, please allow me to call you that, since I saw you playing the piano on stage, I have been deeply attracted to you...... After school, I'll be waiting for you in the school grove.

Sure enough, it was a love letter, but what puzzled him was that there was no payer.

His eyes quickly swept over the girls in the classroom, but he didn't find anything unusual, and said secretly: Could it be the girls from other classes?

At the same time, he began to struggle with whether to go to the grove after school.

In the end, he decided to check it out.

Finally it was time for school to get out of school, Song Yan cleaned up a little, walked out of the teaching building and went straight to the grove.

Approaching the grove, he noticed a tall girl standing with her back to him in the woods.

"Ahem, did you ask me to come?" Song Yan stepped forward and asked.

The girl turned her head and looked at Song Yan in surprise, with a hint of shyness on her face: "It's me, I thought you wouldn't come." ”

Today's Xiao Rao is obviously deliberately dressed up, although her appearance is not as good as Xiang Feifei, Su Xiaoyou and even Song Xue, but she can be regarded as a beauty at the level of a work flower, and this woman is good at dressing up, therefore, in addition to the youthfulness of a girl, there is also a charm of a mature woman, plus she still has a shy expression of wanting to welcome and refuse at the moment, for a while, Song Yan felt that Xiao Rao was still quite eye-catching.

However, Song Yan is not a hungry pervert, especially after being in contact with beauties such as Han Sha, Xiang Feifei, Zhao Xiaoyu, Su Meier and other beauties for a long time, his resistance to ordinary beauties has increased greatly, so after he withdrew his eyes, he deliberately pretended to be stupid and said: "Xiao Rao, is there anything wrong with you asking me to meet here?"

Don't look at Xiao Rao's usual big grin and spicy behavior, but at the moment she is extremely nervous: "I...... I mean. ”

Seeing this, Song Yan's heart couldn't help but tighten, if this girl confessed to me, I wouldn't be able to refuse, so without waiting for her to finish speaking, she hurriedly said: "That Xiao Rao, what do you mean, I probably understand it, but now that the college entrance examination is approaching, we should all focus on studying, and when we go to college in the future, let's talk about this matter, okay?"

Hearing Song Yan's words, Xiao Rao couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her heart, but fortunately, Song Yan didn't completely reject her, which means that she still has hope, so she lowered her head and said softly: "Well, I'll talk about your university later." ”

Walking out of school, Song Yan was still a little proud in his heart, after all, this was the first time a girl pursued him.

After coming out of the gambling stone field, he called Zhang Tiantian and said that he was going to the hospital to see them, so he bought more than 100 yuan of fruit at the fruit store, and took a taxi and went straight to the second hospital of Xiangcheng.

Zhang Tiantian's injuries are recovering well, and they should be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and after chatting with them in the hospital for a while, Song Yan said goodbye and left.

Twenty minutes later, when Song Yan pushed open the door of the dormitory, his face changed suddenly, because there was a rotten head on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and the head was placed in a black pocket.

Although the head was rotten, it was vaguely recognizable, and he was almost certain that it belonged to Hans.

Who dug up Hans's head and put it here?

At this moment, the figure flickered, and there was a blonde, handsome white man on the sofa.

"Who are you?" Song Yan was startled, with his inductive power, he didn't find that there was still a person hiding in the dormitory.

[Author's digression]: The last day of the public period, so nervous, by the way, today's three watches.