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Click, click, click—the bolt was pulled back, giving the impression that if anyone dared to say no, they would be shot immediately.

Who the hell would dare say they don't have money? This is definitely not the time to haggle.

Even the most stoic guy didn't try to bargain. "Even I would need to raise this money; it's not something I can do in a short time."

The man with the middle part sneered, "Don't fucking pretend to be poor in front of me. You make tens of millions a year with ease, and a hundred million is just a matter of working hard for a few years."

Anyone who suppresses their anger thinks, "I still have to pay taxes, and I have to pay half of them."

The man with the middle part rolled his eyes and said, "What business is it of yours how you pay taxes? You're not leaving here even if you don't pay a single cent less."

Anyone who gets so angry their temples throb, if looks could kill, the person with the middle part would have died a thousand times over.

"Let me tell you the fuck, we've already calculated this money. You can definitely earn it back in a few years if you work hard. Out with the old, in with the new. Money can be earned back, but if you lose your life, you lose everything."

The man with the middle parting used profanity like punctuation, yet he could spout off a whole bunch of profound truths, leaving everyone speechless.

"Come on, make a video call to me and raise money for your family. Remember, don't try anything funny!" The man with the middle parting waved his hand, and someone came over with a phone to make a video call.

He looked ashen-faced and said into the video, "Wife, I've been kidnapped, and they want 100 million."

No matter how much the daughter-in-law cries, "Give it to me, I will definitely give it to you, even if I have to sell everything I own."

I only said that one sentence, and my phone was taken away.

"Fine, you're smart enough to know what's good for you."

"Your turn!"

Zhou Nancheng was pale. "Brother Yang, I've been kidnapped. They want 7000 million."

Brother Yang's expression was very serious. "Okay, okay, don't worry, we'll borrow it to make sure you get enough."

Zhou Nancheng immediately felt at ease.

"They want 6000 million, or they'll kill the hostage."

Yan Ling cried uncontrollably, "Sister, they want 1000 million, and if we don't give it to them, they'll... they'll..." She choked back tears, "Please, sister, I promise I'll pay you back!"

The man with the middle parting was very satisfied. "Everyone should learn from this. This is what a hostage should look like. They wouldn't even take money from you."

"Hey you, it's your turn."

The phone was handed to Bai Ye, who was immediately displeased. "Damn it, 250 million? Who are you trying to insult?"

The video call connected, and Bai Ye's expression was grim. "Sister Huang, they want 250 million, or they'll kill the hostage."

Huang Xiyu was shocked. "250? You can't earn that much money in several years. But don't worry, I'll definitely make it up for you."

Huang Xiyu's expression first showed shock, then difficulty, and then that difficulty turned into determination, as if she had made some important decision.

All of this was within the kidnappers' expectations. They were also selective in their demands. For any top-tier celebrity, asking for 100 million was high, but still within their acceptable range. If you asked for 1 billion or 10 billion, they wouldn't have that much, and they couldn't raise it even if they sold everything they owned.

The prices for everyone else are the same, which will make them feel the pinch, but not so much that they can't accept it.

As for Bai Ye, he's not very famous and his salary is low. If he asks for more, the company will weigh the options and refuse to pay him. Let him do whatever he wants.

On the other end of the phone, Huang Xiyu hung up with a serious expression.

The studio staff were frantic, "How many does Sister Huang and the others want?"

Huang Xiyu's expression was very solemn, and she said in a somber tone, "250 million."

The crowd was filled with grief and indignation: "How could they be so outrageous... What? 250 million?"

?

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions somewhat strange. The number sounded like an insult.

"Sister Huang, why are you making such a fuss over 2.5 million? We thought it was 100 million."

Huang Xiyu's expression wasn't embarrassed at all. "I just performed for them. I guess their information hasn't been updated, so they think Bai Ye is a newcomer with no fame."

"Sister Huang, will we pay the ransom?"

Huang Xiyu glared at him. "Of course I'll give it to him. It's not worth it to let Bai Ye get hurt over such a small amount of money."

Huang Xiyu admitted that she almost burst out laughing when she heard the number 250 million during Bai Ye's video call.

Others may not know Bai Ye's salary, but she knows it all. Bai Ye's salary has now reached 500 million, so who does she think she is with 250 million?

Based on her understanding of Bai Ye, Huang Xiyu felt that Bai Ye must be very angry, not because he was frightened, but because he was angry.

Bai Ye must be furious by now.

The kidnappers' demands were quickly leaked online; they hadn't intended to keep it a secret, and in fact, they couldn't anyway.

For example, if a kidnapper asks for 100 million yuan, and she doesn't have that much, she has to raise the money.

One hundred million is no small sum; they'll have to borrow it. People of their stature can easily borrow a few million, but borrowing tens of millions requires explaining the reason.

If it's because of gambling or something, lending money would be like throwing good money after bad; who would dare lend it?

If any of the wives pooled their money, a ransom of 100 million would be exposed.

Netizens were stunned; that's a hundred million!

"Robbing people is definitely the fastest way to make money."

"The kidnappers are like toads yawning, so arrogant."

"Wow, he just opened his mouth and said 100 million. This is the first time I've ever thought making money could be so easy."

"Even if it's tens of millions a year, there are still taxes to pay and a share of the profits. If he can get a quarter of the 20 million, he's already pretty awesome."

"In other words, anyone who wants to earn 100 million, at 50 million a year, would need at least six or seven years to earn it."

"That's ruthless. The kidnappers are asking for a hundred million."

"Damn, so this means robbing people is the fastest way to make money, and you don't have to pay taxes."

Some netizens with nothing better to do even created a ranking of the ransom amounts, with one hundred million yuan topping the list.

Secondly, Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei received 7000 million and 6000 million respectively, and Yan Ling's 1000 million also made the list.

By the time it was White Night, the 250 million had silenced the little white doves.

"That's incredibly insulting!"

"I'm so angry! Why does Brother Bai only want 250 million?"

"Exactly, who do they think they are!"

The Chinese, who are known for their love of comparison, have even started discussing the ransom this time.

Ransom = Status/Rank.

There's nothing to say about any one hundred million. He's the highest-ranking star in the crew. Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei are about the same, so a difference of 1000 million isn't a big problem. Yan Ling is a newcomer, so 1000 million is reasonable for her. Although Chen Xiangbei is a director, his income is actually far less than that of a star, yet he still asked for 1000 million.

After ranking them as number one, number two, number three, Bai Ye can only be ranked sixth, hence the nickname "250 Old Six".

This title completely shattered Bai Ye's prestige, leaving him utterly ruined.

"Who came up with this nickname?"

"He's both a fool and a idiot, definitely a black sheep."

"Pfft! Bai Ye's expression when he hears this nickname will be priceless."

"Haha, I think if he knew that nickname, he'd probably want to kill the kidnapper."

"The damage is not high, but the insult is extremely strong."

……

Inside the manor, six people were locked in a room without water or food, with two people guarding the gate outside.

Fortunately, Yan Ling was only taken advantage of and was not actually violated.

Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei were listless, curled up on the ground and motionless. Chen Xiangbei was already old, and although he hadn't suffered much, this ordeal still left him feeling quite exhausted.

Of the six people, four were basically incapacitated; relying on them was tantamount to waiting for death.

All I have at hand that's of use is anything else.

"Brother Ren, have you noticed how many people are in here?"

Bai Ye spoke in a low voice.

He lowered his voice as well, "I remember seven: the one with the scar on his face who was the leader, the traitor with the middle parting, a short, dark-skinned man, a fat man with a yellow face, a tall man with triangular eyes, a very fat man, and a burly man with a gun."

After calculating, Bai Ye removed the ones that overlapped with any other person, and there were at least 5 people left in this group.

"There are two at the entrance and two at the main gate, so there are probably about 12 people." Bai Ye thought for a moment and calculated the number of people on the other side.

"Did you notice how many guns were involved?"

He recalled, "There were two guns when they were kidnapped, and the same two people were asking for the ransom. I also saw one gun at the door, but I didn't see any at the main gate, so I don't know if they had any guns."

Bai Ye speculated, "There are probably two as well; the gatekeepers should also have guns."

The two were discussing in hushed tones when the door suddenly opened. A man carrying a gun inspected the area, rubbed against Yan Ling, and then closed the door and left.

Bai Ye said in a low voice, "Four guns are a bit of a problem."

Zhou Nancheng gave a weak laugh. "Stop bragging. You can't even handle a gun."

Zhang Zhenbei said seriously, "Let's be careful, maybe we should just pay some ransom."

Chen Xiangbei said worriedly, "Don't be impulsive. They have guns. Just consider it a loss to avoid further trouble."

Yan Ling was crying, and that was actually what she was thinking too.

The other side has guns, so they have no chance of resisting. If they are angered, they are very likely to be killed, and they don't even want to think about what kind of inhuman torture they will suffer before being killed.

"Yes, let's just wait patiently. They'll release them once they get the ransom."

Zhou Nancheng said.

Bai Ye said coldly, "Did you see the leader's face clearly?"

Zhang Zhenbei said impatiently, "Look closely, I'm not blind."

"Then what makes you think that once they get the ransom, they won't just kill you all?"

Zhang Zhenbei's expression changed drastically.

Zhou Nancheng's pupils contracted, and he asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Yan Ling was so frightened that she dared not cry; her face was full of terror.

His expression was somewhat grave. "What Bai Ye said is very likely to happen. This group of people has no intention of hiding their true colors. They are either fearless and have nothing to fear, or they never intended to release the people."

Yan Ling's body was trembling. "Are we all going to die here?"

Bai Ye glanced at her. "You can write your will now."

Yan Ling paused for a moment, "What's the use of a suicide note?"

"It's useless, it's just for psychological comfort."

Yan Ling: "..."

Bai Ye ignored her and turned to check the number of people with Ren He in a low voice. He didn't like to entrust his life to other people's kindness.

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"That doesn't make sense. Aren't all film salaries tens of millions? How come they can't even come up with a hundred million?"

"Even if it's tens of millions a year, there are still taxes to pay and a share of the profits. If he can get a quarter of the 20 million, he's already pretty awesome."

"In other words, anyone who wants to earn 100 million, at 50 million a year, would need at least six or seven years to earn it."

"That's ruthless. The kidnappers are asking for a hundred million."

"Damn, so this means robbing people is the fastest way to make money, and you don't have to pay taxes."

Some netizens with nothing better to do even created a ranking of the ransom amounts, with one hundred million yuan topping the list.

Secondly, Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei received 7000 million and 6000 million respectively, and Yan Ling's 1000 million also made the list.

By the time it was White Night, the 250 million had silenced the little white doves.

"That's incredibly insulting!"

"I'm so angry! Why does Brother Bai only want 250 million?"

"Exactly, who do they think they are!"

The Chinese, who are known for their love of comparison, have even started discussing the ransom this time.

Ransom = Status/Rank.

There's nothing to say about any one hundred million. He's the highest-ranking star in the crew. Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei are about the same, so a difference of 1000 million isn't a big problem. Yan Ling is a newcomer, so 1000 million is reasonable for her. Although Chen Xiangbei is a director, his income is actually far less than that of a star, yet he still asked for 1000 million.

After ranking them as number one, number two, number three, Bai Ye can only be ranked sixth, hence the nickname "250 Old Six".

This title completely shattered Bai Ye's prestige, leaving him utterly ruined.

"Who came up with this nickname?"

"He's both a fool and a idiot, definitely a black sheep."

"Pfft! Bai Ye's expression when he hears this nickname will be priceless."

"Haha, I think if he knew that nickname, he'd probably want to kill the kidnapper."

"The damage is not high, but the insult is extremely strong."

……

Inside the manor, six people were locked in a room without water or food, with two people guarding the gate outside.

Fortunately, Yan Ling was only taken advantage of and was not actually violated.

Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei were listless, curled up on the ground and motionless. Chen Xiangbei was already old, and although he hadn't suffered much, this ordeal still left him feeling quite exhausted.

Of the six people, four were basically incapacitated; relying on them was tantamount to waiting for death.

All I have at hand that's of use is anything else.

"Brother Ren, have you noticed how many people are in here?"

Bai Ye spoke in a low voice.

He lowered his voice as well, "I remember seven: the one with the scar on his face who was the leader, the traitor with the middle parting, a short, dark-skinned man, a fat man with a yellow face, a tall man with triangular eyes, a very fat man, and a burly man with a gun."

After calculating, Bai Ye removed the ones that overlapped with any other person, and there were at least 5 people left in this group.

"There are two at the entrance and two at the main gate, so there are probably about 12 people." Bai Ye thought for a moment and calculated the number of people on the other side.

"Did you notice how many guns were involved?"

He recalled, "There were two guns when they were kidnapped, and the same two people were asking for the ransom. I also saw one gun at the door, but I didn't see any at the main gate, so I don't know if they had any guns."

Bai Ye speculated, "There are probably two as well; the gatekeepers should also have guns."

The two were discussing in hushed tones when the door suddenly opened. A man carrying a gun inspected the area, rubbed against Yan Ling, and then closed the door and left.

Bai Ye said in a low voice, "Four guns are a bit of a problem."

Zhou Nancheng gave a weak laugh. "Stop bragging. You can't even handle a gun."

Zhang Zhenbei said seriously, "Let's be careful, maybe we should just pay some ransom."

Chen Xiangbei said worriedly, "Don't be impulsive. They have guns. Just consider it a loss to avoid further trouble."

Yan Ling was crying, and that was actually what she was thinking too.

The other side has guns, so they have no chance of resisting. If they are angered, they are very likely to be killed, and they don't even want to think about what kind of inhuman torture they will suffer before being killed.

"Yes, let's just wait patiently. They'll release them once they get the ransom."

Zhou Nancheng said.

Bai Ye said coldly, "Did you see the leader's face clearly?"

Zhang Zhenbei said impatiently, "Look closely, I'm not blind."

"Then what makes you think that once they get the ransom, they won't just kill you all?"

Zhang Zhenbei's expression changed drastically.

Zhou Nancheng's pupils contracted, and he asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Yan Ling was so frightened that she dared not cry; her face was full of terror.

His expression was somewhat grave. "What Bai Ye said is very likely to happen. This group of people has no intention of hiding their true colors. They are either fearless and have nothing to fear, or they never intended to release the people."

Yan Ling's body was trembling. "Are we all going to die here?"

Bai Ye glanced at her. "You can write your will now."

Yan Ling paused for a moment, "What's the use of a suicide note?"

"It's useless, it's just for psychological comfort."

Yan Ling: "..."

Bai Ye ignored her and turned to check the number of people with Ren He in a low voice. He didn't like to entrust his life to other people's kindness.

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"That doesn't make sense. Aren't all film salaries tens of millions? How come they can't even come up with a hundred million?"

"Even if it's tens of millions a year, there are still taxes to pay and a share of the profits. If he can get a quarter of the 20 million, he's already pretty awesome."

"In other words, anyone who wants to earn 100 million, at 50 million a year, would need at least six or seven years to earn it."

"That's ruthless. The kidnappers are asking for a hundred million."

"Damn, so this means robbing people is the fastest way to make money, and you don't have to pay taxes."

Some netizens with nothing better to do even created a ranking of the ransom amounts, with one hundred million yuan topping the list.

Secondly, Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei received 7000 million and 6000 million respectively, and Yan Ling's 1000 million also made the list.

By the time it was White Night, the 250 million had silenced the little white doves.

"That's incredibly insulting!"

"I'm so angry! Why does Brother Bai only want 250 million?"

"Exactly, who do they think they are!"

The Chinese, who are known for their love of comparison, have even started discussing the ransom this time.

Ransom = Status/Rank.

There's nothing to say about any one hundred million. He's the highest-ranking star in the crew. Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei are about the same, so a difference of 1000 million isn't a big problem. Yan Ling is a newcomer, so 1000 million is reasonable for her. Although Chen Xiangbei is a director, his income is actually far less than that of a star, yet he still asked for 1000 million.

After ranking them as number one, number two, number three, Bai Ye can only be ranked sixth, hence the nickname "250 Old Six".

This title completely shattered Bai Ye's prestige, leaving him utterly ruined.

"Who came up with this nickname?"

"He's both a fool and a idiot, definitely a black sheep."

"Pfft! Bai Ye's expression when he hears this nickname will be priceless."

"Haha, I think if he knew that nickname, he'd probably want to kill the kidnapper."

"The damage is not high, but the insult is extremely strong."

……

Inside the manor, six people were locked in a room without water or food, with two people guarding the gate outside.

Fortunately, Yan Ling was only taken advantage of and was not actually violated.

Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei were listless, curled up on the ground and motionless. Chen Xiangbei was already old, and although he hadn't suffered much, this ordeal still left him feeling quite exhausted.

Of the six people, four were basically incapacitated; relying on them was tantamount to waiting for death.

All I have at hand that's of use is anything else.

"Brother Ren, have you noticed how many people are in here?"

Bai Ye spoke in a low voice.

He lowered his voice as well, "I remember seven: the one with the scar on his face who was the leader, the traitor with the middle parting, a short, dark-skinned man, a fat man with a yellow face, a tall man with triangular eyes, a very fat man, and a burly man with a gun."

After calculating, Bai Ye removed the ones that overlapped with any other person, and there were at least 5 people left in this group.

"There are two at the entrance and two at the main gate, so there are probably about 12 people." Bai Ye thought for a moment and calculated the number of people on the other side.

"Did you notice how many guns were involved?"

He recalled, "There were two guns when they were kidnapped, and the same two people were asking for the ransom. I also saw one gun at the door, but I didn't see any at the main gate, so I don't know if they had any guns."

Bai Ye speculated, "There are probably two as well; the gatekeepers should also have guns."

The two were discussing in hushed tones when the door suddenly opened. A man carrying a gun inspected the area, rubbed against Yan Ling, and then closed the door and left.

Bai Ye said in a low voice, "Four guns are a bit of a problem."

Zhou Nancheng gave a weak laugh. "Stop bragging. You can't even handle a gun."

Zhang Zhenbei said seriously, "Let's be careful, maybe we should just pay some ransom."

Chen Xiangbei said worriedly, "Don't be impulsive. They have guns. Just consider it a loss to avoid further trouble."

Yan Ling was crying, and that was actually what she was thinking too.

The other side has guns, so they have no chance of resisting. If they are angered, they are very likely to be killed, and they don't even want to think about what kind of inhuman torture they will suffer before being killed.

"Yes, let's just wait patiently. They'll release them once they get the ransom."

Zhou Nancheng said.

Bai Ye said coldly, "Did you see the leader's face clearly?"

Zhang Zhenbei said impatiently, "Look closely, I'm not blind."

"Then what makes you think that once they get the ransom, they won't just kill you all?"

Zhang Zhenbei's expression changed drastically.

Zhou Nancheng's pupils contracted, and he asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Yan Ling was so frightened that she dared not cry; her face was full of terror.

His expression was somewhat grave. "What Bai Ye said is very likely to happen. This group of people has no intention of hiding their true colors. They are either fearless and have nothing to fear, or they never intended to release the people."

Yan Ling's body was trembling. "Are we all going to die here?"

Bai Ye glanced at her. "You can write your will now."

Yan Ling paused for a moment, "What's the use of a suicide note?"

"It's useless, it's just for psychological comfort."

Yan Ling: "..."

Bai Ye ignored her and turned to check the number of people with Ren He in a low voice. He didn't like to entrust his life to other people's kindness.

"Even if it's tens of millions a year, there are still taxes to pay and a share of the profits. If he can get a quarter of the 20 million, he's already pretty awesome."

"In other words, anyone who wants to earn 100 million, at 50 million a year, would need at least six or seven years to earn it."

"That's ruthless. The kidnappers are asking for a hundred million."

"Damn, so this means robbing people is the fastest way to make money, and you don't have to pay taxes."

Some netizens with nothing better to do even created a ranking of the ransom amounts, with one hundred million yuan topping the list.

Secondly, Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei received 7000 million and 6000 million respectively, and Yan Ling's 1000 million also made the list.

By the time it was White Night, the 250 million had silenced the little white doves.

"That's incredibly insulting!"

"I'm so angry! Why does Brother Bai only want 250 million?"

"Exactly, who do they think they are!"

The Chinese, who are known for their love of comparison, have even started discussing the ransom this time.

Ransom = Status/Rank.

There's nothing to say about any one hundred million. He's the highest-ranking star in the crew. Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei are about the same, so a difference of 1000 million isn't a big problem. Yan Ling is a newcomer, so 1000 million is reasonable for her. Although Chen Xiangbei is a director, his income is actually far less than that of a star, yet he still asked for 1000 million.

After ranking them as number one, number two, number three, Bai Ye can only be ranked sixth, hence the nickname "250 Old Six".

This title completely shattered Bai Ye's prestige, leaving him utterly ruined.

"Who came up with this nickname?"

"He's both a fool and a idiot, definitely a black sheep."

"Pfft! Bai Ye's expression when he hears this nickname will be priceless."

"Haha, I think if he knew that nickname, he'd probably want to kill the kidnapper."

"The damage is not high, but the insult is extremely strong."

……

Inside the manor, six people were locked in a room without water or food, with two people guarding the gate outside.

Fortunately, Yan Ling was only taken advantage of and was not actually violated.

Zhou Nancheng and Zhang Zhenbei were listless, curled up on the ground and motionless. Chen Xiangbei was already old, and although he hadn't suffered much, this ordeal still left him feeling quite exhausted.

Of the six people, four were basically incapacitated; relying on them was tantamount to waiting for death.

All I have at hand that's of use is anything else.

"Brother Ren, have you noticed how many people are in here?"

Bai Ye spoke in a low voice.

He lowered his voice as well, "I remember seven: the one with the scar on his face who was the leader, the traitor with the middle parting, a short, dark-skinned man, a fat man with a yellow face, a tall man with triangular eyes, a very fat man, and a burly man with a gun."

After calculating, Bai Ye removed the ones that overlapped with any other person, and there were at least 5 people left in this group.

"There are two at the entrance and two at the main gate, so there are probably about 12 people." Bai Ye thought for a moment and calculated the number of people on the other side.

"Did you notice how many guns were involved?"

He recalled, "There were two guns when they were kidnapped, and the same two people were asking for the ransom. I also saw one gun at the door, but I didn't see any at the main gate, so I don't know if they had any guns."

Bai Ye speculated, "There are probably two as well; the gatekeepers should also have guns."

The two were discussing in hushed tones when the door suddenly opened. A man carrying a gun inspected the area, rubbed against Yan Ling, and then closed the door and left.

Bai Ye said in a low voice, "Four guns are a bit of a problem."

Zhou Nancheng gave a weak laugh. "Stop bragging. You can't even handle a gun."

Zhang Zhenbei said seriously, "Let's be careful, maybe we should just pay some ransom."

Chen Xiangbei said worriedly, "Don't be impulsive. They have guns. Just consider it a loss to avoid further trouble."

Yan Ling was crying, and that was actually what she was thinking too.

The other side has guns, so they have no chance of resisting. If they are angered, they are very likely to be killed, and they don't even want to think about what kind of inhuman torture they will suffer before being killed.

"Yes, let's just wait patiently. They'll release them once they get the ransom."

Zhou Nancheng said.

Bai Ye said coldly, "Did you see the leader's face clearly?"

Zhang Zhenbei said impatiently, "Look closely, I'm not blind."

"Then what makes you think that once they get the ransom, they won't just kill you all?"

Zhang Zhenbei's expression changed drastically.

Zhou Nancheng's pupils contracted, and he asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Yan Ling was so frightened that she dared not cry; her face was full of terror.

His expression was somewhat grave. "What Bai Ye said is very likely to happen. This group of people has no intention of hiding their true colors. They are either fearless and have nothing to fear, or they never intended to release the people."

Yan Ling's body was trembling. "Are we all going to die here?"

Bai Ye glanced at her. "You can write your will now."

Yan Ling paused for a moment, "What's the use of a suicide note?"

"It's useless, it's just for psychological comfort."

Yan Ling: "..."

Bai Ye ignored her and turned to check the number of people with Ren He in a low voice. He didn't like to entrust his life to other people's kindness.