Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

Su Jiang picked up the phone and saw that it was Zhang Qingshan calling.

"Hello, Godfather," Su Jiang said as he answered the phone.

"Su Jiang, something happened at your family's shop. Even the people I sent to protect your parents were injured by them."

"It's obvious that this was a very organized and planned operation. Did your family offend someone? It feels like your family has been being watched for a long time."

Zhang Qingshan spoke to Su Jiang somewhat anxiously.

Because he always had two people watching over Su Jiang's parents, fearing that someone might harm them.

During this period, there were people who wanted to harm Su Jiang's parents, but they all stopped when they saw Zhang Qingshan's men were there.

However, he never expected that Jiangzhou would dare to directly target the people Zhang Qingshan was protecting.

Upon hearing this, Su Jiang narrowed his eyes, his mind racing, trying to figure out who could possibly have such methods to deal with his parents.

"I've already notified the police to investigate. Don't act rashly. Let me know immediately if you have any updates."

Zhang Qingshan hung up the phone after speaking, presumably also trying to find the person.

However, when he questioned the police...

The response they received was that the surveillance cameras in that area had suddenly malfunctioned. They were sending people to repair them this morning.

Therefore, it's impossible to determine who did it.

Police are on their way and are preparing to investigate any clues from passersby.

Clearly, this was a highly organized operation; they must have planned it for a long time.

Su Jiang soon received the news from Zhang Qingshan as well.

This made Su Jiang realize even more that he sometimes underestimated the methods of some people.

He thought about it for a long time and concluded that the person must have done this for personal gain.

Especially Old Su Fried Rice, such a classic dish, how could it not be appreciated?

As the saying goes, if there is such a sure-fire profit, it is worth the risk.

Everyone underestimated their opponent.

Just then, a taxi stopped in front of Lao Su Fried Rice.

An elderly man and a young man descended from above. They were Pang Shan and Wang Feng, who had come from Kyoto.

"Mr. Su, what happened?" Wang Feng asked curiously when he saw Su Jiang standing in the severely damaged store.

Su Jiang briefly explained the situation to them.

Immediately, both of them were stunned:

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how could anyone do such a thing?"

"If I find out who dared to kidnap President Su's parents, I'll kill them!"

Su Jiang remained silent, still quietly pondering who it might be.

If I can't even take good care of the parents who gave me life and raised me, then I'm truly unworthy of being a son.

The problem now is to find out what they want. Do they want the recipe for fried rice? Or do they want money?

"Sigh." Wang Feng sighed, thinking to himself: If only I had spread my influence throughout the country earlier, I could have known about anything that happened immediately.

Pang Shan, meanwhile, kept searching the shop for clues, looking for anything left behind.

"Big brother."

Suddenly a little girl stood at the door and called out to Su Jiang.

Su Jiang turned around and saw an 8 or 9-year-old child clutching a five-yuan note in his hand.

"Big brother, that uncle just asked me to give this to you, saying he'd give me five yuan if I did."

The little girl gestured with five yuan in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.

But when everyone looked in the direction she was looking, there was no one there.

Su Jiang took the note from the little girl's hand and opened it.

"Your parents and your friends are all in the last abandoned factory building on Hudong Road in Jiangzhou."

He closed the note and asked the little girl, "What does that uncle look like?"

The little girl shook her head: "He was wearing a mask, I didn't see him."

"Oh." Su Jiang knew that someone was secretly helping him, but didn't want him to know who it was.

He got up and prepared to go to Nahu East Road.

"Big brother, what should we do with this five yuan?" the little girl asked, looking a bit lost.

"Take this and buy some snacks," Su Jiang waved his hand.

Then, he took Pang Shan and Wang Feng and headed towards Hudong Road.

Although we could hand this matter over to the police, it was clear they were too slow, and the three of us were more than capable of handling everything.

Hudong Road is located at the foot of a mountain. There are hardly any people on the road.

This area is considered an affiliated county of Jiangzhou, and it is relatively underdeveloped, consisting mostly of farmland.

Sujiang drove all the way to the end of Hudong Road.

Indeed, I saw an abandoned factory building.

The grass inside had grown to waist height. Su Jiang and the other two parked the car some distance away.

Then, led by the most experienced Pang Shan, they quietly sneaked in.

At this moment, in a secluded corner of the factory.

Seven or eight people were surrounding three people.

Su Xinrong and Xu Juan were tied together.

Yan Hang, on the other hand, was tied up alone.

"Su Jiang, is he your son?" one of the seven or eight people said to Su Xinrong.

"What did you do to Su Jiang?!" Su Xinrong immediately jumped up, thinking that Su Jiang had also been killed.

"Snapped!"

The leader slapped Su Xinrong back onto the stool.

"Now I need you to do two things. First, give me your egg fried rice recipe. Second, call your son and tell him you're at the Xishan quarry."

The leader was clearly losing patience and was preparing to speed things up.

So he patted Su Xinrong's face and said.

"Impossible, I would never give it to you."

Su Xinrong said firmly.

"Do you think I'm trying to bargain with you?" the leader said with a sneer. "Don't you see your current situation? Do you really think I won't go all out?"

"Go and cut off one of that kid's fingers!" the leader ordered one of his henchmen.

Make him cut off one of Yan Hang's fingers.

Soon, one of his men, carrying an axe, walked towards Yan Hang.

Su Xinrong could even see the faint traces of blood still on the axe.

He panicked.

Losing the fried rice recipe might just mean earning less money, but if that young man loses his finger, it's gone forever.

"Wait, I'll give you the recipe!"

Su Xinrong said this, but didn't mention anything about his son. In fact, Su Xinrong was also trying to stall for time so that he could protect Yan Hang.

"That's right, that's more like it." The leader chuckled, quite pleased with his intimidation.

"Uncle, don't tell them! This is top secret! If we tell them, they'll open shops everywhere, and then we won't have any business left!"

Yan Hang tried his best to dissuade him, constantly twisting his body.

This recipe is key; once it's revealed, it won't be so mysterious anymore.

Moreover, given these people's personalities, they will definitely sell these formulas.

"Hey kid, what nonsense are you spouting?"

The leader snatched the axe from his subordinate and was about to chop down on Yan Hang's hands, which were tied to the back of the chair.

P.S.: Still asking for more gifts!!!

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