C329 A Man's Plan Was Not as Good as a God's Plan

Later, Old Fart found out that one of these two men, Joe Chong, didn't come to find him on purpose, but came for Old Root.

"What happened after that?" Seeing Old Pingtou talk until here and only cared about drinking a few large glasses of wine, Fan Wenbin could not help but ask, "What happened that night?"

Lao Pingtou took another big bite of the fat meat. He cleared his throat and said with a bitter smile, "What else could have happened? They asked Lao Gen for the disc. I got it from that guy surnamed Wan and gave it to you as a gift. "

Seeing that the other party was very interested in the conversation, he borrowed the alcohol to continue saying, "At that time, I was also very puzzled. The disk was in your Old Fan's hands. Why did this Qiao Zhong ask Old Root for something?"

"After a while, I finally understood. It turned out that Old Root took Qiao Zhong's 100,000 yuan in advance and said that he wanted to steal the plate from Old Fan's house and give it to Qiao Zhong. "

Indeed, it was this damn Old Root who stole the Gilded Silver Plate. Fan Wenbin cursed hatefully in his heart, and then he asked without batting an eyelid, "Old Root, did you hand over the plate?"

"Can he hand over a ball? Hand over a plate?" Lao Pingtou said disdainfully, then asked cautiously, "Lao Fan, is the plate still in your house?"

"Sigh, it would be great if the plate was still in my hands. " Fan Wenbin sighed, and said with regret, "I saw that the thing was black and was not worth much, so I casually put it in the company. "

"You know, I got sick later on. When I recovered from my illness, forget about the plate, even some very important things were lost. "

When he spoke like this, he thought to himself that the Gilded Silver Plate was a silk path treasure. He definitely couldn't let Old Bighead know about it. Otherwise, this fellow would not let me off until it ended.

When he saw Fan Wenbin speak like this, Old Bighead was also confused for a moment. If that plate was not worth much, why did Qiao Chong give Old Gen a deposit of 100,000 yuan and want him to steal the plate?

That night, in the shabby temple in Mount Wulan, Qiao Zhong fiercely forced Old Root to return the money, one sentence at a time. But how could Old Root take out 100,000 yuan? He could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy with snot and tears in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Old flat-head knew clearly in his heart: Since Qiao Zhong was not here to seek revenge, why should he get involved in this mess? Out of the 36 strategies, walking was the best strategy. Once one left, there would be a hundred ways to go.

However, just as he was secretly running out, another burly man quickly pulled him back and kicked him heavily to the ground, ordering him to stay there obediently. Otherwise, he would send him to the Western Paradise.

The old flat-headed man had been in the martial world for decades, so he knew the current situation very well. At this moment, if he were to use force, in the end, he would be the one at a disadvantage.

Thus, he lied on the ground and pretended to be drunk. He did not say a word and allowed Qiao Zhong and the others to beat and scold Old Root without restraint, forcing him to pay back the money.

Later, when they saw that Old Root was really unable to take out the money, Qiao Zhong and the other man quietly whispered outside the ruined temple for a while. They used the tape that they carried with them to cover Old Root and Old Pinch's mouths. They then tied their hands tightly with hemp ropes, one in front and one behind, and took down Wulan Mountain.

At this time, according to Old Pink Head's judgment, it should be around two or three o'clock in the morning. The moon was covered by a large cloud. The night was very dark, and the mountain wind was bone-chilling.

On the road at the foot of the mountain, Qiao Zhong stuffed the two of them into a car. The man who could not be called drove along the 109 national road, running all the way to the north.

It was unknown how far they had gone. When the sky was bright, they arrived at a strange place. Lao Pingchao looked around carefully. He had a rough idea of what was going to happen, but at the same time, he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

This place was a small coal kiln, and there were piles of coal everywhere. A few fierce-looking fellows, who looked like local ruffians and hooligans, were squatting in the yard and eating breakfast.

It seemed that Qiao Zhong had sold me and Old Gen to this black coal kiln as piglets. After understanding the situation in front of him, Old Flat Head's heart unconsciously sank and was filled with deep regret.

Damn it, he shouldn't have accepted Old Root's invitation last night. He drank a catty of Old Root's Oranol for nothing, yet he ended up like this. He was truly f * cking unlucky.

He had been in society for so many years, and he had often heard others talk about human trafficking. However, those who were kidnapped were women and children, and he had never heard of any adult man being kidnapped.

However, who would have thought that today, the two of them who had lived in society for so many years, Old Fart, would be sold to this black coal mine as laborers like livestock for no apparent reason.

At this moment, the man who had fought with Qiao Zhong greeted a person who looked like a leader. He pointed at Old Bian and Old Gen and muttered a few words. Then, he took out his phone and made a call.

After a while, he and Qiao Zhong drove away with smiles on their faces. Before they left, they made a face at Old Bighead and Old Root and said in a serious tone, "This is a heaven on earth. You guys just have to live in peace for the rest of your lives. "

Then, the leader walked over with a fake smile. He looked at the two of them from head to toe and said in a cold voice, "From now on, the two of you are coal miners. "

Then, he announced a few more rules to the two of them. Among them, the one that Old flat-head remembered the most was that without permission, one could not take a step out of the coal mine. Otherwise, he would break your legs.

After he finished speaking, he instructed the other men to take the sticks and sticks and escort them like prisoners. They immediately sent them into the ravine and began the dark days of mining coal in this coal mine.

After listening to Old Bighead's rather soul-stirring narration, Fan Wenbin instantly understood. Old Gen took Qiao Zhong's 100,000 yuan before he thought of ways to steal the Gilded Silver Plate.

However, Old Gen was also very cunning. He did not hand over the stolen treasure to Qiao Zhong in time according to the agreement between the two of them back then. He wanted to take it for himself, which caused this disaster. Even Old Bian Tou, who was greedy for food and drinks, was implicated.

"You, old Bian Tou, love to take advantage of others. In the end, you suffered a great loss. If you didn't drink Old Root's wine back then, how could there be such troublesome matters?"

Fan Wenbin teased with a smile. After a short while, he couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Who is this Qiao Zhong that you are talking about? Why haven't I heard of him before?

"At that time, I heard Old Root call him Qiao Zhong, and I thought he was some great figure. " Old Bighead laughed and said disdainfully," In the past two days, I asked around and found out that he was a cleaner at Crown Clubhouse. "

This sentence instantly shocked Fan Wenbin. This Qiao Zhong was a worker from the countryside. How could he have so much money, giving Old Gen 100,000 yuan in one go? Could it be that Huang Cheng Zong instructed him behind his back?

If it was really Huang Cheng Zong behind Qiao Zhong's back, he would have ordered Qiao Zhong to do this. How did that brat surnamed Huang know that there was such a priceless treasure hidden in his house?

"This Qiao fellow, since he can't get his money back, he sold Old Root and I to a small coal mine as laborers. His heart is too ruthless and too dark.

As he said this, he thought, if it wasn't for me risking my life and escaping from that small coal kiln in the middle of the night while the guards were drinking and gambling, perhaps I wouldn't have been able to figure out Qiao Zhong's identity even if I died.

When he thought of Xue Ye, who had fled in panic and was in a sorry state, the old flatterer still had lingering fear in his heart. He felt a chill on his back and secretly sighed at how lucky he was. He had finally escaped from the gates of hell.

He, Lao Gen, and the twenty or so people who worked in the small coal kiln. Ever since they came here, they worked during the day and slept in a shed that could shelter them from the wind and rain at night. They lived a life that was worse than death.

That afternoon when he went to the toilet, he accidentally heard a guard called Ye Mo say that today was his twenty-four-year-old birthday, and that he was going to treat his brothers to drinks at night. Immediately, a thought of escaping arose in his heart.

In the middle of the night, taking advantage of the fact that the others were sleeping soundly, Old Ping curled up in his blanket with a trace of excitement in his heart, and patiently waited for an opportunity. To him, this opportunity was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he had secretly planned for a period of time.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, when he heard the sounds of gambling after drinking wine in the room next door, he quietly got up and used a steel bar that he had prepared a long time ago to pry open the lock. After that, he braved the heavy snow and crawled along the ravine as he desperately ran out.

At this time, the night was very dark, the wind was very strong, and the snow was also very heavy. The strong wind swept up the heavy snow, covering the mountains and covering the earth. It was a typical snow storm that stirred up the weather. Such weather often appeared in the north of winter.

However, the strong desire to survive filled Old Bighead's entire mind. It encouraged him to run forward recklessly and tirelessly, fearing that he would be caught by those people if he ran too slow.

Just like that, he ran out of the ravine at dawn and came to the side of the road. He begged his grandfather and grandmother to take a tricycle to escape from this Devil's Den.

Thinking of this, Old Gang flattened his head and drank another glass of wine. A look of envy appeared on his face. He said with admiration, "Old Gang, this guy who collects garbage, actually cheated Qiao Zhong of 100,000 yuan. He is quite smart. He is a talent. "

Fan Wenbin smiled coldly and asked, "Brother, do you know the exact location of the small coal kiln?"

Old Ping was stunned. Holding the wine cup, he asked back in a low voice, "Old Fan, why are you asking this? Do you also want to dig coal?"

"No. " Fan Wenbin sneered and said, "I also want to find Old Root and ask him face to face if the plate you gave me is in his hands?"

"Oh. " Old Ping understood, and immediately used a flaunting tone to say, "Old Fan, you know who we are. How can we not find a small maroon coal mine?"