Qingyan City.
South Suburbs.
A second-floor rental house.
Pacing back and forth in the room, Jiang Liangxin's face looked terrible. His mind seethed with anger as he muttered, "That bastard Tang Qing, how dare he hang up on me, damn it, damn it, my ten million RMB..."
These words.
He had uttered them countless times.
His failed plan tormented him; he had put in so much effort, painstakingly located Tang Qing's parents, and watched numerous TV shows to learn about perfect crime techniques.
He had thought he could rely on his hard work and drive,
to get rich quickly by successfully extorting money and then live a life of luxury at the pinnacle of society. But his dreams were shattered in an instant by Tang Qing, which was infuriating.
It would be one thing if Tang Qing just wouldn't pick up the phone,
but after finally getting through,
Tang Qing had refused to pay up, which was simply outrageous, as if he had stolen his money.
