Back at the hotel, Cong Yunfei's face was terribly pale.
He didn't necessarily want to have Lin Ru, but he felt that Lin Ru had a very special temperament.
This quality set Lin Ru apart from the other women in the bar; she possessed a refreshing and unconventional charm.
It was precisely this refreshing and unconventional quality that made Cong Yunfei fall for Lin Ru.
Like many people who are lost in the pursuit of money, Cong Yunfei was also the kind of fool who believed that money was paramount and that money could buy anything.
But Lin Ru's rejection made him feel humiliated; it was a desecration of his money-worshiping mentality.
This is where Cong Yunfei truly rose to prominence.
The main idea is roughly: I have money, so why don't you obey me? I have money, so everyone should obey me and treat me like God.
But in reality, there are some things that money simply cannot buy.
Although Lin Ru was short of money, she earned it through hard work and with clean money. If Lin Ru had any ambition, with her qualities, she could easily become someone's mistress. Not to mention becoming rich Xiao San powerful, she could certainly live a life of luxury.
Cong Yunfei's two slaps were somewhat hysterical, as if he were a morally corrupt person who couldn't stand seeing others suffer the same fate.
In the eyes of an evil person, the world is entirely evil. If a good person suddenly appears, he is a heretic and must be eliminated.
Otherwise, what if others develop a standard for distinguishing between good and evil because of this good person?
Only when everyone becomes evil like him will the world be perfect in his eyes.
You can never expect a jerk to have a correct standard of good and evil.
But Cong Yunfei knew that if he wanted to take the right path, he couldn't make that woman submit. However, he didn't rest all day yesterday and had someone specifically investigate some information about Lin Ru.
Lin Ru's son is in high school. If he starts with Lin Ru's son, he will surely be able to make Lin Ru obediently listen to him.
Just then, his phone rang. The caller ID showed an unknown number. Cong Yunfei frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then answered the call.
"Are you Cong Yunfei?" a voice came from the other end of the phone, a voice using an electronic voice changer.
Upon hearing this voice, Cong Yunfei's expression visibly hardened. Anyone who could use an electronic voice changer while making a phone call was clearly not a respectable person.
"Who are you?"
"Boss Cong is quite the player, isn't he? I wonder if he remembers what happened on the night of the 25th of last month." There was a clear hint of mockery in the other person's voice.
Upon hearing this, Cong Yunfei's face turned pale. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a legitimate businessman. I've seen plenty of your low-class tricks."
"Hehe, is that so? Then please have our respectable businessman watch a video first."
After he finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone. A moment later, Cong Yunfei received a video on his phone. The video was only a dozen seconds long, but after seeing its content, Cong Yunfei's last bit of hope vanished.
"This... how is this possible!"
Just then, his phone rang again. The familiar ringtone sounded so jarring to Cong Yunfei's ears.
Cong Yunfei really didn't want to answer the phone, but he didn't dare not.
"Wow, the boss really knows a lot of connections. He dares to do this kind of business? Isn't he afraid of running out of descendants?"
"Name your price, but I don't care who you are. Don't be greedy. I, Cong Yunfei, can accept this loss this time, but don't think you can live off this for the rest of your life."
"Hehe, boss, we're also business people, we're just looking to make money, but you have to show enough sincerity."
"I know the boss has anonymous overseas accounts; that's all the money you've earned over the years, money stained with blood."
Cong Yunfei remained silent, his face extremely grim.
Although Cong Yunfei Cong Yunfei's words still carried a hint of assertiveness, he knew very well that his words posed no threat to the other party.
This video must have been leaked by someone close to you; otherwise, an outsider wouldn't have had the opportunity to install such a hidden camera in the room.
No matter who it is, once he finds out, he will make them wish they were dead.
"One hundred million, and I guarantee this video will never appear in this world."
"Impossible!" Cong Yunfei roared. These people were simply asking for an exorbitant amount.
"Remember, it's Mikin. I've already sent you the account number. I need to see the money in your account in ten minutes."
The other party hung up again, and Cong Yunfei was so angry he almost smashed his phone.
Looking at the account number sent in the text message, Cong Yunfei gritted his teeth in fury.
But he dared not gamble; if this information were posted online, he would be completely ruined.
Stepping on a sewing machine is the least of your worries; that could get you shot.
Time passed slowly, Cong Yunfei couldn't bear to part with the money. One hundred million US dollars—this matter was going to cost him his life. He had a total of two hundred million US dollars deposited in his anonymous overseas bank card.
This was money he had earned over the past decade or so, living in constant fear, at the cost of dozens of lives; it was money stained with blood.
"Damn it!" Cong Yunfei cursed fiercely. Despite his heartache, nothing was more important than his life.
He quickly opened a mobile app that was entirely in English. In the upper left corner of the app's interface was a strange green cesium logo with two intertwined snakes.
After logging into the software, Cong Yunfei's hands trembled as he entered the account number provided, and finally the amount...
Cong Yunfei didn't know was that when he was entering the account number, he clearly mispressed a few numbers due to nervousness.
He lost 6 as 9 and 1 as 7.
The most ridiculous thing is that he checked it twice and still couldn't find the two mistakes.
After he clicked the transfer confirmation button, he felt a strange pain in his heart; it was as if seven or eight years of his work had been for nothing.
But now that the deal has been done, there's no point in feeling sorry for him. He can only hope that the other party won't make exorbitant demands. If that's the case, he'll have no choice but to fight to the death and then run away, leaving the Ancient Country.
A few minutes later, the other party called again.
"Looks like the boss is determined to go in and get shot."
"What do you mean by that? I've already transferred the money. I advise you not to push your luck. At most, I'll just leave the country."
"You can't escape. I'll give you three more minutes. If the money isn't in, you can expect to be shot in the office." The other person's voice was clearly filled with anger.
Watching the phone hang up again, Cong Yunfei frowned. The other party's anger was genuine. Could it be that they hadn't received the money?
That's impossible. He had already booked expedited service for his account, which cost him over 100,000 US dollars in processing fees.
He suddenly had a bad feeling and opened the phone app, which was entirely in English, again.
This time, he finally discovered the problem.
He slapped himself hard several times, never expecting that he would make such a basic mistake at such a crucial moment.
However, once this money is transferred out, there's absolutely no chance of getting it back.
This software has no customer service, no place to appeal, and never asks where your money came from or where it is going.
If you transferred it to the wrong person, that's your problem. The platform won't care about that; it's not within their business scope.
Cong Yunfei gave himself two more big laughs, checked the time, and could only grit his teeth and transfer another 100 million US dollars to the other party.
However, as if possessed, Cong Yunfei entered the wrong account number again.
Moreover, he lost to the same account he had previously entered incorrectly. What's even stranger is that Cong Yunfei checked it five or six times in a row, but still couldn't realize that he had entered the wrong account.
It wasn't until after the transfer was complete, when Cong Yunfei checked the account again, that he finally discovered the problem.
He couldn't catch his breath, his eyes Cong Yunfei back, and he fainted.
This platform, featuring a double-snake logo, also has a rather interesting feature.
Any bank card that has had a transaction record with their platform will be prompted to change its regular bank card into an anonymous bank card exclusively for their platform.
This is partly to protect customer privacy, and partly to protect their platform.
How the conglomerate behind the platform managed to do that remains unknown.
At Lin Huan's home, Lin Huan looked at the series of messages sent to his phone and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
This world is indeed more mysterious than he imagined.
Following the instructions in the text message, he installed the mobile app with the double snake icon. Guided by the app, he completed the binding of his mobile phone and bank card, as well as the relevant account information and passwords.
At the same time, following the app's prompts, he converted his ordinary bank card into an anonymous bank card.
According to the text message, once the transfer is complete, all transaction records on his bank card will no longer be accessible or traceable.
Whether it was true or not, Lin Huan didn't know. He didn't trust the platform, but he believed in Death God Diary.
Lin Huan used half the night to devise a plan to kill Cong Yunfei. The two instances of Cong Yunfei mistakenly entering the wrong account number were part of the plan.
This made Lin Huan realize the true value of the Death God Diary.
As long as the steps he designs ultimately lead to the target's death and are grounded in reason and emotion, they will be adopted by Death God Diary.
However, if any part of the process is too exaggerated and has absolutely nothing to do with the target's death, then after the checkmark is drawn, any unreasonable design elements will be automatically removed.
Lin Huan's death plan was over two hundred words long, but after automatically removing the content, it was reduced to less than one hundred words.
This also allowed Lin Huan to once again figure out some of the hidden rules of Death God Diary.
On the other side, after waking up, Cong Yunfei saw a series of missed calls and various threatening text messages, and felt his blood run cold.
But before he could pack his things and run away, the inspectors were already at his door.
Cong Yunfei knew very well that, given what he had done, if he were caught, he would only face death.
So he tried to draw his gun to fight back. The gun was drawn and the trigger was pulled, but unfortunately, even though his pistol was fully loaded, he couldn't fire a single shot.
His gun was a dud, but the inspectors' guns were not. The moment he drew his gun, the inspectors fired almost simultaneously.
Cong Yunfei was riddled with bullets. Before losing consciousness, he roared angrily, "God, are you fucking messing with me?"
He probably never dreamed that receiving threatening phone calls, transferring money to the wrong account twice, would ultimately provoke the other party's anger, leading to them reporting him, and then, when the inspectors came to his door, his bullet jammed, and he was shot dead by them...
All of this had nothing to do with God; it was all orchestrated by a high school student who was only in his second year of high school.