Chapter 132 The most powerful gangster is online!
This night was destined to be uneventful. Lin Yuan was like a spinning motor that couldn't stop.
Until I am exhausted, I am still not satisfied.
Looking at Chen Lin who had fallen asleep next to him, Lin Yuan remembered that he still had something to do.
The next second, the system panel appeared in front of me.
Looking at the points above, it once again exceeded 30,000.
"System, lottery!"
"Ding It consumes 10,000 points, congratulations to the host for getting the skill - ventriloquism!"
"Ding racing!"
"..art!"
Maybe he was too tired. Seeing these three skills, Lin Yuan felt calm and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
Little did he know how much of a shock his actions today would bring to the network.
1,000kg level aerial bomb blasting in urban areas.
It is as valuable as watching a nuclear bomb explosion experiment.
As soon as the video was released, it immediately became popular all over the Internet, and even became popular outside the Internet.
For a time, a large number of foreign netizens thought that there was a war in China.
In addition, the song he sang on stage also broke the netizens' guard.
To find out what he was singing about.
Many people checked the information all night before piecing together the lyrics piece by piece.
When they saw those rare words, they were all dumbfounded.
Netizens said they had never seen so many rare words in their lives.
The next morning, it was already past 9 a.m. when Lin Yuan woke up again.
Looking at each other in front of them, the two smiled at each other and became entangled again.
This made the photographer outside anxious, but he was helpless. He knew that if he wanted to disturb Lin Yuan's good deeds at this time, he would definitely peel off his skin.
But fortunately at 11 o'clock, the door finally opened.
After several people went downstairs to have lunch nearby, Lin Yuan sent Chen Lin to work.
When the director saw this scene, instead of blaming Chen Lin for being late for work, he happily chatted with her.
After a few simple greetings, Lin Yuan left. Although he didn't do anything, he did everything.
Sending Chen Lin to work in person was equivalent to telling the director about their relationship and giving them the copyright to play the song yesterday. As long as the director is not stupid, he must know what to do.
Chen Lin didn't try to hold him back. She understood that with Lin Yuan's character and his charisma, she was definitely not someone she could trap.
Simply don't think too much, at least she didn't regret last night.
After leaving the film and television park, Lin Yuan was not in a hurry to find customers to sell his house.
Instead, he took a taxi to a place that sells cars in Xihai City.
Originally, he planned to buy a car to pick up and drop off customers. After seeing Chen Lin off today, he became more determined to buy a car.
At the beginning, Lin Yuan planned to buy a car, which cost about 100,000 yuan. It would be mainly used as a means of transportation to save money and be practical. After all, money is quite important now.
However, after much deliberation, I finally decided to buy a Wuling Hongguang.
The photographer was dumbfounded, and the netizens in the live broadcast room were also confused.
In Lin Yuan's words, it is not only cheap, it can bring people and goods, and it is very easy to use.
Considering that his car has to leave room for photographers, if he buys a sedan, that means only the back row can accommodate people.
It would be difficult if four clients went to see a house together.
After everything was settled, Lin Yuan drove the car and prepared to go to the bank.
I have received several bank cards recently, and they are so messy that I can barely fit them in my pockets.
He planned to collect all the money in one place to avoid accidentally losing the card.
Ten minutes later, the car slowly stopped in front of a large bank.
Lin Yuan found a roadside parking space to park, unbuckled his seat belt and prepared to get out of the car.
But at this moment, a child's cry attracted him.
The two were about to get off the car when they saw a little boy in a denim suit in front of the department store next to the bank, who looked about 5 years old, standing there crying.
And judging from his expression, he seemed to have been crying for a while.
There are not many people passing by on this section of the road, but they all pass by in a hurry, and at most they just take a look.
Lin Yuan originally thought that this was the son of the department store owner. He might have done something bad and was beaten, so he was crying here.
This scene reminded him of his childhood. He smiled, shook his head, and prepared to get off the car.
But at this moment, the photographer said uncertainly: "Brother, look at this child, he is so dirty, he seems to have been dropped, and he has been crying for a long time. Does his family care about him?"
Lin Yuan shrugged: "Ask me, who will I ask? Let's go and get out of the car."
"Oh"
After getting off the car, the two walked straight to the bank, but the photographer turned back every step of the way and kept looking at the little boy.
The moment he was about to enter the bank gate, he spoke again: "Brother, why do I feel like this child has been abandoned? Look, his hands are still bleeding."
Hearing this, Lin Yuan looked stunned, turned around and looked carefully, and found that the little boy's hand was really bleeding.
This made his heart sink.
After thinking about it carefully, I decided to go and see what was going on.
According to the little boy's current situation, I'm afraid not many parents can bear to leave him outside and ignore him.
Is it possible that he is not the son of a department store owner?
Thinking of this, he saw that the child was standing far away from the department store, and his doubts deepened.
Isn't it really abandoned?
Or maybe he got lost with his parents?
If a child of this age encounters a trafficker, the consequences will be disastrous.
In order to confirm the doubts in his heart, he quickly strode to the little boy.
Looking carefully, I found that not only was his body dirty, but there was also a lot of dirt on his face, but it was washed away by tears.
There was an obvious scratch and a large area of peeling skin on his hand. Combined with the dirt on his clothes, it seemed that he had fallen somewhere.
Lin Yuan squatted down and smiled gently: "Kid, why are you crying here? Where are your parents?"
When the little boy saw a stranger coming to strike up a conversation, he immediately showed a wary look on his face. He shrank back and stared at Lin Yuan with a pair of big innocent eyes, but did not speak.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan had no choice but to get up and walk to the department store. When he saw the boss sitting at the counter playing mobile games, he quickly asked: "Boss, is the child outside the door yours?"
"Huh?" The boss took time out of his busy schedule to look up, and then waved his hand impatiently: "I don't know you, I don't know you, get rid of me quickly, it's so noisy!"
Hearing this, Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
The photographer also said with a surprised look on his face: "Looks like this kid is lost, isn't he?"
"I don't know! Go and ask."
Lin Yuan came to the little boy again and asked with a smile: "Child, are you lost? Don't be afraid, uncle, can you help you find your family? Do you have your parents' phone numbers?"
The little boy looked at Lin Yuan aggrievedly, pouted his mouth and replied in a sweet voice: "Ugh I don't know their numbers!"
"It doesn't matter. Uncle, please call the police for you and ask the police to take you home, okay?"
Hearing the word police, the little boy nodded quickly: "Okay"
Lin Yuan smiled. It looked like the little boy was not abandoned.
The fact that he has such vigilance means that he must have been taught it by his parents.
Most likely, he is lost with his parents.
Then he got up and picked up the phone and dialed 110 immediately.
Soon, the call was answered.
A beautiful operator's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, Xihai City 110, Officer No. 22, please speak."
Lin Yuan looked at the little boy and replied in a serious tone: "Hey, I cut off a child, he is about 5 years old."
As soon as these words came out, the beautiful woman in charge of wiring was stunned.
The photographer was also shocked. Why does this sound wrong?
Lin Yuan seemed to realize that his tone just now was a bit wrong, and quickly added: "I think you can understand what I mean, right?"
"Ah uh... um..." The operator just felt like he was asking this question, and his brain felt dizzy.
As an operator who had just practiced as an intern this year, she had never encountered such a thing.
This is the first time someone came up to me and said that he had kidnapped a child and dared to call the police. Is this crazy?
His whole body trembled involuntarily, and he asked tremblingly: "I understand, I understand, is he still safe now?"
Hearing this, Lin Yuan glanced at the child, who was covered in mud and wounds, and replied without thinking: "It's safe. It's quite safe. It just hurts a little bit."
Then he glanced at the bank next to him and urged: "Come here quickly, I still have things to deal with."
After hearing the pain and urging, the beauty broke her guard on the spot and replied excitedly: "Wait a minute, wait a minute!"
After speaking, he covered the phone with his hand and hurriedly shouted outside: "Director, come in quickly, I received a blackmail call from a robber!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire command center exploded instantly.
The director immediately put down his work and rushed over with a shocked face. He saw the operator who was already on the verge of collapse and asked anxiously: "What's going on? Don't be nervous. Speak slowly!"
"Director, someone called just now and said he had kidnapped a child."
After listening to the operator's narration, the director looked solemn, but asked doubtfully: "Did you hear wrongly? Are you sure you didn't pick up a child?"
The beauty shook her head in surprise: "He said he robbed a child."
"It's okay, don't be afraid, just keep talking to him and I'll listen."
【Popularity】+1+1+1+1
After the netizens in the live broadcast room listened to Lin Yuan’s call to the police, question marks suddenly appeared in the comment area.
——[? ? ? What is he doing? Can I understand this? Hello, police? I have a kid on my hands and I don’t have much patience, you know what I mean? 】
——[It turns out that language is an art. I really want to know what the other person is thinking now. I always feel that the show is about to begin. 】
——[Xing, this is a real punishment. When I hear it, I think he is an old salesman. He is very skilled in business. 】
——[In this case, you should set up a sniper rifle, right? 】
At this time, at the door of the department store, the little boy saw Lin Yuan calling the police for him and stopped crying. Not only was he not afraid, he was also happily playing with the toys at the door of the department store.
One of the simulated toy AKs particularly caught his eye. He kept clamoring to buy it, but he refused and cried again on the spot.
Lin Yuan was given a headache and helpless by him. He had to pay for doing good deeds by himself. What was this?
Moreover, the operator on the other end of the phone was chatting about why the person was missing, which made him a little irritated for a while. He asked loudly into the phone: "Where is the person? Do you still have the child?"
"Yes! Yes!" the operator replied quickly, then looked at the director and asked what to say next.
The director thought for a moment and whispered: "Ask him, where is the location?"
The operator repeated the director's words.
Lin Yuan looked at the bank and answered directly: "Hua Xia Bank on Wutian Road."
Then he glanced at the crying little boy and thought that he couldn't pay for this toy. He quickly reminded him: "Oh, by the way, remember to bring some money."
When he heard the words "bank" and "bring money", even the director's pupils couldn't help but shrink sharply.
He said in a deep voice: "How much did you ask him?"
"How much?" Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the small label on the AK, picked it up and took a look, it said the price was 60 yuan.
Without thinking, he replied truthfully: "It doesn't take much, 60 is enough!"