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In the village of Summer Night, aside from the area shrouded in tree shade, the fields and wilderness stretched flatly. From a distance, under the moonlight, the village enveloped in shade resembled a fortress.
Various croaking sounds from frogs and insects filled the fields; it was midsummer, the breeding season for these creatures. However, those who could still be outside at this hour were either farmers busy with irrigation or people like Jiang Yizhou and Jiang Xiaoya’s uncle, who fished and caught shrimp at night.
“I heard your village has produced a millionaire? Is that true about that family?” Jiang Qingyu’s acquaintance, a local tough named Zhao Qiang, asked skeptically. A billionaire? It seemed like the neighbors were exaggerating; earning a thousand yuan a month in this countryside was already considered wealthy—how could anyone possibly have a hundred million?
“Yes, it’s true. I know that family; my girl…” Jiang Qingyu said, noticing the man’s expression change when she mentioned Xiao Juan. She playfully slapped him on the shoulder, “What are you thinking? I’m waiting for her to get married and make some money!”
Seeing that Zhao Qiang was taking her seriously now, she continued, “Jiang Xiaojuan works under their eldest son. The millionaire is their eldest son; it’s the third house in from the second row of houses going north!”
Zhao Qiang felt a stir of excitement; if he could score a big haul, he wouldn’t have to worry about food and drink anymore. Worst case, he could run away—there were plenty of people who hadn’t been caught these days. With money, where couldn’t he go?
“So what’s their situation like?” he asked eagerly.
“Hey, you’re not really planning to do something illegal, are you? They’re not ordinary people; they’re billionaires. They could casually offer a reward of hundreds of thousands. Where would you run to? Besides, they’ll leave soon; what can you do? Do you really think you’re capable of anything?” Jiang Qingyu saw clearly that trying to extort money from them or getting involved in robbery was two different matters.
She felt like crying; if something went wrong, she wouldn’t escape being labeled an accomplice.
“What are you afraid of? A billionaire could casually show a little wealth worth tens of thousands; that’s enough to live comfortably for a lifetime. I won’t hurt anyone…” The gleam in Zhao Qiang’s eyes was unmistakable. In his view, as long as he found an excuse to “invite” someone from their family out for a bit and extort ten or twenty thousand yuan, it wouldn’t be difficult to return them afterward.
There wouldn’t be any deadly enmity involved; perhaps they wouldn’t even trace it back to him. He wouldn’t need to run away—just be cautious when spending money and avoid leaking any information.
He grew more excited, completely oblivious to the increasingly fearful expression on the woman beside him. Being shameless didn’t mean being bold; their past relationship allowed him to take advantage of her without anyone daring to intervene.
She wouldn't dare to do something so big. Zhao Qiang is a thug and an orphan, with no ties or attachments. It's different for her; although the village doesn't look kindly on her, she can still manage to eat. If she really followed him outside, the only job she could think of would be working in a salon, and that wasn't suitable for her.
"Hey, aren't you related to their family?" Zhao Qiang's eyes lit up. "Just find an excuse. By the way, how many people are in their family? Find out for me."
Looking at the burly man, Jiang Qingyu felt a bit timid and said, "Not really familiar; they're not much of relatives anymore. They're just neighbors with an average relationship. There are four people in their family: a couple, the eldest son is outside, and the second daughter is in high school. I remember that!"
Jiang Qingyu was so scared that she wanted to run away, but under Zhao Qiang's gaze, she didn't dare to move and honestly revealed everything.
"Zhao Qiang, you can't really be thinking about kidnapping..." After seeing the man deep in thought, Jiang Qingyu asked, "Can we really do something like this? I think it might be better not to; maybe we could build a relationship with them and earn some money later!"
"If you don't want to do it, then get lost," Zhao Qiang was getting anxious. This opportunity was rare; once they went to Beijing, there wouldn't be such a good chance to make money!
However, seeing the woman's expression, he simply pinned her down and tied her up with rope. "Are you trying to run? Huh? Be honest with me!"
Now Zhao Qiang's mind was filled with how to perfect this plan. After all, it was a billionaire's family; they hadn't moved into those heavily guarded mansions yet, and here in the countryside, the houses seemed unprotected.
...
"Hollywood! Oh~~" Jiang Yizhou rarely had the chance to travel for leisure. His impression of America came from three places: Silicon Valley, Wall Street, and Hollywood. The first two were hubs of wealth and technology—nothing special—but Hollywood had many attractions for him.
For Jiang Yizhou, who had never traveled in his previous life, every place felt novel: Starry Path, Beverly Hills. How wonderful it would be to have a mansion there and see celebrities often.
Of course, this wasn't about idolizing stars; it was more like a kind of collection hobby—just wanting an autograph or a photo. The entertainment industry is not very clean if you dig deeper into it.
This time, Jiang Yizhou drove the Passat by himself, following the coastal highway. When he saw the Hollywood sign, he let out an excited shout.
However, that was about it. After arriving at a parking lot near Starry Path and stopping the car, Jiang Yizhou quietly acted like an ordinary tourist enjoying the scenery. He walked along Starry Path, searching for names engraved on the road that he had never heard of, or only knew a little about, recognized, or was familiar with.
Well, the only Chinese person who had left a star here was Li Long. Jiang Yizhou searched for a long time, occasionally stepping into roadside shops to buy souvenirs. Finally, he found Li Long's star and pulled over a tourist nearby. "Hey, can you help me take a picture with this star?"
The person he grabbed was a somewhat overweight white man wearing a Hawaiian shirt. The man shrugged and winked at Jiang Yizhou. "Give me a dollar, and I'll do it!"
"Okay, okay, here's your dollar!" Jiang Yizhou didn’t think there was anything wrong with it and handed the camera to the man. He posed in several ways with the star belonging to Bruce Lee for a square-shaped photo.
After receiving the camera back from the man and checking the pictures he had just taken, he felt quite satisfied. He thanked the man and continued walking. Unfortunately, Uncle Long hadn’t left his mark or star here yet; otherwise, he would definitely want to take a picture with it too.
After making a big loop and returning to his starting point, Jiang Yizhou noticed it was already afternoon. He planned to head back to the hotel he had booked in advance. A city like Los Angeles was not like Beijing; it was best not to go out at night and to stay comfortably in the hotel.
The hotel offered various services, including a casino where he could try his luck at playing a few games.
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