Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 453: Let Me Finish Speaking!_1

Chapter 453: Chapter 453: Let Me Finish Speaking!_1

"You stole her phone; now keep an eye on her for me. Don’t let her make any calls, and don’t let her go back to Zhongjing Media! Do you hear me?" Yin Donglei gave a firm order over the phone to the person in charge of tailing Lin Weiwei.

"Yin Bro, this is too difficult. She has legs of her own; I can’t control her movement." The person responsible for tailing Lin Weiwei expressed his difficulty.

"Wu, I don’t care how you do it, just get it done for me! Keep her stalled for two hours, and I’ll pay you double the fee!" Yin Donglei was relentless, "I’m at Shengguang Letian KTV on Dacheng Road. Meet up with me afterwards!"

"But..." Wu’s face was full of worry, his brows knitted in frustration.

At the other end of the line, the "beep beep" of a busy signal had already begun.

Yin Donglei hung up the phone.

Looking at his phone, Wu was fuming, "Damn it to hell!"

After cursing, Wu stretched his neck to look at the figure in the distance. "Any method, huh? Fine, boss, I’ll listen to you! If anything goes wrong, it’s on you!"

Lin Weiwei walked down the street, preoccupied with thoughts, unsure if what she was doing was right or wrong.

After all, Bai Xiaosheng had sternly warned her not to compromise with the Yin Family.

Lin Weiwei would absolutely not agree to any conditions from Yin Donglei for these matters, but she still wanted to talk to the Yin brothers.

The meeting place was not some obscure and dangerous location; it was a public space, and she wasn’t afraid that the Yin brothers could do anything too excessive.

"I’m just going to see and talk – if we can come to an agreement, it would alleviate some stress for Xiaosheng," Lin Weiwei comforted herself.

Just as she was thinking, someone rushed up from behind and bumped heavily into her.

Lin Weiwei exclaimed, "Ouch," nearly falling over.

"How do you walk!" Lin Weiwei angrily looked at the person in front of her, scolding.

The person was wearing a trench coat with the hood pulled low, their face barely visible.

The road was so wide, yet they bumped into her—did this person have a problem?

"Sorry, so sorry!" The person in the trench coat with the hood hurriedly apologized and then quickly walked away.

Lin Weiwei watched the person’s retreating figure suspiciously, instantly felt doubtful, and quickly checked her own pockets.

Could it be a pickpocket?

The rectangular object was still in her pocket, solid to the touch; her phone wasn’t stolen!

Lin Weiwei was relieved. Her new phone, had it been lost, would have been a real pain.

The place Yin Donglei had chosen for the meet-up was two streets over. This location he picked was quite something, downtown—it’s so congested with cars, it would probably be faster to walk. Walking would take twenty minutes, a bit far, but still tolerable.

Wu, who had been following her, took off his hood and pulled a phone out of his pocket, glanced at it, and chuckled, "This job isn’t so bad. I swapped my fake phone for a real one, and brand new at that! Lucky for my cleverness, and lucky this woman didn’t use a phone case. Who goes naked with their phone these days, tsk tsk!"

Wu mumbled to himself and quickly took out the SIM card, replacing it with his own. Previously a thief with superb skill, particularly in stealing phones, he always carried various small items with him.

He took out a bunch of keys and attached a small, adapter-equipped USB drive into the phone, introducing a virus, and swiftly cracked the password. The whole process took less than three minutes.

Wu reset the phone to its factory settings, and then used it to send a message to Yin Donglei.

Zhongjing Dacheng Road, the street of bars.

In a large private room at Shengguang Letian KTV.

Yin Donglei smiled broadly as he looked at his phone.

To say this guy lacked smarts would be to underestimate him—he had simultaneously sought out experts and had Zhou Baping along with Wu keep an eye on Lin Weiwei’s itinerary, preparing to exploit Lin Weiwei.

This scheme of his was not inferior to his brother at all!

However, according to Yin Haoran, Donglei’s schemes were misguided and severely so...

"Lei, please wait for a moment, I’ll make a call. That kid will be here any moment now!" Yin Donglei was exceedingly polite to a person in the room.

Lei Ying.

In Fist Market, the man who fought three alone on the stage without a speck of dust—an unmatched master.

Seeing him, Yin Donglei became excited.

"Can that Bai Xiaosheng really fight better than this big brother? This big brother is like a peerless master!"

With him here, Yin Donglei felt as secure as if he had an anchor stabilizing him.

"Hurry up, if it’s too late I’ll have to leave. Later, I have to go to a friend’s place," Lei Ying said expressionlessly, "And get those women out of here!"

Four or five glamorous women were surrounding him, their perfume making him frown.

"Hey, hey! All of you get out!" Yin Donglei barked, and the women reluctantly left.

"Don’t worry, I won’t delay your business," Yin Donglei said, also taking his phone and stepping out.

Outside the private room, a line of burly men stood, all strong and fit with piercing eyes, skilled in martial arts. There were about twenty of them, brought by Yang.

Yin Donglei didn’t actually think Lei Ying would lose, but having more people simply looked more imposing and befitting of his status as the second young master of the Yin Family.

"Yang, don’t just stand there. Go to a larger room and let everyone relax. The expenses are on me," Yin Donglei waved his hand and then dived into an adjacent vacant private room, locked the door from inside, and dialed a number.

It was the number to Bai Xiaosheng’s office, not difficult to obtain for him.

At this moment, Bai Xiaosheng was just getting up to make himself tea, muttering, "Why hasn’t Weiwei come back yet? Does it take that long on the road?"

As he grumbled, his desk phone rang.

Bai Xiaosheng walked over and picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Hello! Is this Mr. Bai, Bai Xiaosheng? I am Yin Donglei!" Yin Donglei shouted confidently, his laughter booming with grandeur, "Hahaha..."

"Click!"

The other side hung up crisply!

The "beep beep" of the busy signal left the spitefully laughing Yin Donglei dumbfounded.

On the other end, Bai Xiaosheng cursed, "Crazy!"

Perhaps Yin Haoran would be worthy of a conversation with him, but this nutjob of a second-generation rich kid, as well?

After staring at his phone for three seconds in shock, Yin Donglei’s lips quivered with rage, "Damn it, hanging up on me before I could even speak! Is he, is he looking down on me?!"

Yin Donglei redialed, trembling with anger.

"Hello."

"You, Bai, I am Yin Dong..."

"Click!"

"Beep beep..."

This time, even quicker.

Yin Donglei became frenzied, switching to another phone and dialing again.

"Hello." Bai Xiaosheng’s voice came from the other end of the line.

"If you don’t care about Lin Weiwei’s safety, then hang up!" Yin Donglei was getting desperate.

Finally, Bai Xiaosheng did not hang up.

"What did you say?!" Bai Xiaosheng’s voice was chilling.

"So, Mr. Bai, you’re not hanging up now," Yin Donglei said in a mocking tone, "Can’t get in touch with Lin Weiwei, are you looking for me, Yin Dong..."

"Click!"

The call was disconnected.

"You, Bai! You hang up on me again, you motherfucker, can’t you let me finish my name?!" Yin Donglei yelled into the phone like a madman.