"Snap!"
The lighter ignited the alcohol ball, and a blue fla flared up.
Zhao Guo'an motioned for everyone to co closer and said, "Look at the color of this fla. At a glance, it seems normal, but is there another color within the blue?"
After observing for a mont, Zhen Jinghan asked puzzledly, "What does this an?"
"It ans the material is impure. Also, watch and you'll see, it won't burn for long." Zhao Guo'an gave a profound smile.
Xiao Feng thought to himself, isn't this obvious? It's not an alcohol lamp. How long do you expect it to burn?
But realizing that Old Zhao was showing off and considering the fright he received earlier, Xiao Feng decided not to call him out.
Once the alcohol ball extinguished, Zhao Guo'an clapped his hands and stood up, pointing to the ground as he concluded, "This is what you call fake alcohol. You thought it was so kind of treasure."
Zhen Jinghan glanced at Zhao Guo'an, showing a look of admiration, similar to when the young lady or Lu Yao and others saw Xiao Feng achieving sothing impressive.
Zhao Fengyun took a deep breath and looked over to the driver beside the sixth brother.
The driver shivered all over, lowering his head even more, looking sowhat guilty.
"I rember that more than half of the wines in this cabinet were recomnded by you," said Zhao Fengyun, suppressing his anger.
The driver suddenly knelt down with a thud, slapping his own face back and forth, the slaps ringing loudly as if they cost nothing, while shouting that he was no human.
Zhao Fengyun almost spat blood in anger. It's truly hard to guard against family betrayers. Who would have thought the pit was dug by soone close?
In fact, most things in the world are like this. Often, it's not enemies who harm you, but friends or subordinates.
Because you'll be on guard against the enemy's every move, but there's little defense against those close to you. That's the consequence of bad judgnt.
Seeing everyone's reactions, Zhao Guo'an felt quite pleased with himself, finally succeeding in showing off once.
Thinking back, it seems only when Xiao Feng is around can he successfully show off?
Just as he was thinking, Xiao Feng asked in a lowered voice, "Is the entire wine cabinet filled with fake wine?"
For Xiao Feng, drinking was almost like drinking water, so he naturally wasn't very knowledgeable.
Of course, you could tell the difference with really good wine, otherwise, if they all tasted the sa, who would be a sucker and buy expensive wine?
Zhao Guo'an thought for a mont and replied, "I wouldn't say all are fake. But the two bottles I took and the one we opened later were fake. So given the odds, I'm afraid more than half are fake.
With this level of intelligence, trying to imitate others' collections is laughable."
Xiao Feng shook his head disinterestedly, thinking if it was real wine, he might consider destructively testing it or even take a couple of bottles. But fake wine wasn't worth it.
...
anwhile, Zhao Huipeng was speeding along, heading to his Pengyun tea estate.
In appearance, Zhao Huipeng was around fifty; his pockmarked face looked as if it had been bombed, making him look disfigured at first glance. His hair was parted, and he wore a flashy pink tie.
"Faster, drive faster."
Zhao Huipeng glanced at the Swiss watch on his wrist, urging the driver.
"Yes, Chairman." The driver nodded, shifting gears to speed up.
The tachoter suddenly rose, and the engine roared like a beast, emitting a long sound.
This sound often appeared in professional races, but in reality, few would accelerate like this unless there were special circumstances.
Rushing and rushing, they managed to reach the entrance of Pengyun tea estate in about twenty-five minutes. The driver slowed down and said, "Chairman, should I get so security to go with you?"
Zhao Huipeng took a deep breath, rubbing his temples with a headache, and shook his head: "It's useless. As long as Fengyun is still in their hands, bringing more people won't help."
"But you..." the driver said worriedly.
"It's alright. They're just after money. I'm sure they wouldn't dare to actually kill. At worst, I'll give them a few million, consider it spending money for peace." Zhao Huipeng said with a smile.
In a way, these words seed more like he was reassuring himself, serving as a form of psychological comfort.
Tightening his belt, Zhao Huipeng walked into the villa, entering his son's room, seeing the ss and the security guards unconscious on the floor, his heart sank halfway.
Fortunately, his son didn't seem hard, allowing him a brief sigh of relief.
"I'm here. Tell what you want." Zhao Huipeng said to Zhao Guo'an and Xiao Feng.
"What good is you coming?" Xiao Feng glanced at him, turning his gaze to Zhao Fengyun on the bed, "Didn't you make it clear?"
Zhao Fengyun broke into tears, crying out like a child, "Dad, save !"
"Don't be afraid, I'm here now." Zhao Huipeng said with affection, but he knew he couldn't afford to lose his cool. Nothing said before settling the matter was worth anything.
"Gentlen, ten million is really unaffordable for . Five million is my limit. If possible, I can transfer the money right away." Zhao Huipeng got straight to the point.
Zhao Guo'an furrowed his brow, "You can't even co up with ten million, but you let your son swindle people and commit atrocities?
Aren't you afraid of provoking soone you can't afford to, bringing about disaster?"
Zhao Huipeng realized: "So you're not professional kidnappers?"
"No kidding!" Zhao Guo'an rolled his eyes, "With such upstanding looks, how could we be doing such things?"
"Yes, yes, anyone can see you're good people," Zhao Huipeng fawned, though inside he cursed them; they claim not to do such things, yet they're using his son to extort money. If they're not kidnappers, then what are they?
Xiao Feng chuckled and shook his head, "Old Zhao, that's quite normal. Look at his age; it's like skipping a generation with this kind of affection. Coupled with father-son blood ties, pampering him excessively is understandable."
"That's true too." Zhao Guo'an nodded in agreent.
Zhao Huipeng repressed his anger and, upon learning they weren't professional kidnappers, felt sowhat relieved.
If they're not professionals, it implies they wouldn't casually kill, and the demand for ten million was likely just an exorbitant ask.
In other words, the situation wasn't as dire as he had imagined.
However, little did he know, while they weren't professional kidnappers, they were people even professional kidnappers might fear.
Moreover, what's wrong with stepping into another role occasionally, who's to say it can't be done?
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