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Chapter 221 - 221 221 This is What it Really Means to Burn Money!

221: Chapter 221: This is What it Really Means to Burn Money!

221: Chapter 221: This is What it Really Means to Burn Money!

Billowing smoke surged towards the sky.

The villa was burning!

Wang Taixiong’s heart seemed to be bursting into flames as well.

Tumbling over and scrambling up, a disheveled Wang Taixiong, as if mad, yelled loudly:

“Don’t just stand there like idiots!

Get water, put out the fire!”

“Hurry, put out the fire!”

Huang Siwei also cried out desperately with a sobbing voice.

The hundred or so people guarding overnight were already in a complete state of chaos.

Someone rushed into the unbearably hot basement, trying to destroy the air conditioning system.

They aimed to prevent the system’s exhaust fans from drawing outside air into the venue and sucking out the dense smoke, which would otherwise supply oxygen and fuel the flames.

However, the temperature was too high.

The paper was inherently flammable, added with accelerants; the raging fire intensified, even the reinforced concrete softened.

With a thunderous crash.

The floor collapsed.

Loads of paper fluttered down into the underground garage, spreading and whirling in the intense heat wave.

The roaring flames instantly created an ocean of fire, terrifying a group of people into escaping from the garage in a panic, wetting themselves in their fright.

Thick smoke billowed from the spacious garage entrance.

With the tens of tons of paper having more air, the fire naturally burnt even more ferociously.

In the face of the scorching temperatures, even the steel-reinforced villa couldn’t take it.

Countless fires had already proven that even buildings made of reinforced concrete couldn’t withstand a continuous, intense blaze over 600 degrees Celsius, so major fire incidents always lead to the collapse of structures.

Thus, the whole villa, like melting cheese, softened and collapsed at a visibly rapid rate.

Boom, boom, boom…

After the collapse of the villa, without the structure to shield it, tons of paper left exposed to the external environment burnt even more wildly and uncontrollably.

So much so that a vast sea of fire formed, the light of the flames piercing the eyes, their heat unbearable.

No high-pressure fire pump!

What use were the garden hoses, the vehicle-mounted fire extinguishers!?

Many hands make light work, strength in numbers…

but in front of such a massive fire, it was totally helpless.

Watching the ferocious flames, Wang Taixiong stood frozen, as if turned to stone.

In the scorching heatwave, he felt completely drained and fainted.

Huang Siwei quickly directed people to drag Wang Taixiong to safety.

Everyone retreated outside the courtyard, the high walls providing a barrier, finally out of reach of the scorching heatwaves.

But inside the courtyard, all was irrevocably lost.

The fire devoured everything, not even sparing the garden trees and lawns.

When the night wind blew, those ‘banknotes’ produced a buzzing combustion sound, creating a towering inferno, flames rising tens of meters into a mountain of fire, as if intending to melt the entire yard.

Four o’clock in the morning is usually the time of deep sleep, and the suburb was sparsely populated.

Only on the logistics highway did some passing drivers notice the night sky alight with fire, prompting them to call the police.

But by the time the fire brigade urgently responded and arrived, it took at least ten minutes.

But those especially flammable papers, would they burn that long?

Just like burning Ming Currency during Qingming festival, the paper quickly burned to ashes.

Indeed…

The tumultuous sea of fire burnt fast and extinguished quickly.

As the fire gradually waned, leaving but a few scattered embers, a crowd swarmed in.

Unfortunately…

All that was left to see were ruined walls and remnants.

The exchange of hot and cold air currents created not insubstantial heat wind.

It whipped up the burnt ashes, like a black-gray sandstorm, rushing over people’s faces.

Many were choked into coughing and tearing up.

With a great wind rising, clouds flew away!

Over seven billion turned to ash!

This, this is truly burning money!

Huang Siwei collapsed to the ground in despair, only to immediately tremble all over and leap up.

Too damn hot!

Some were simply stunned, standing dumbfounded on the spot.

Others, in panic, made calls to their own bosses, reporting the bizarre fire.

When Wang Taixiong came to, his face was ashen, his body devoid of strength.

He glanced up and saw the ongoing ‘Grey Storm’ at the scene.

Where was the villa?

Only broken walls and countless drifting ashes remained.

“Ha, awesome!”

“Truly fucking awesome!”

“Billions!

Billions just went up in flames right under the noses of so many people!!”

Huang Siwei crouched nearby, at a loss for words.

The fire had broken out under such bizarre circumstances.

Why had they only just finished inventory last night at eleven, the cash piled up like mountains?

It hadn’t ignited then, but at four in the morning, it had suddenly burst into flames?

Weren’t a lot of the bills damp and moldy?

How did they burn so fiercely and quickly as if they’d been doused in oil?

Dawn was approaching, and it was time to negotiate the acquisition, but the money had been completely burned.

At this time…

The phone wouldn’t stop ringing, obviously, the calls of accountability had begun.

Even if it was dirty money, it had been earned at risk; how could it all burn up?

Who started the fire…

Wang Taixiong dared not answer the calls, knowing that whoever it was, they’d be met with nothing but a torrent of rage.

The shrill sound of an alarm, getting louder as it drew nearer.

After several fire trucks arrived, they quickly began to extinguish the fire, with water cannons hissing as they sprayed.

Before long, the smoke-smudged ruins were entirely devoid of flames and smoke.

Instead, it was the high-pressure water jets that muddled the ashes, turning the scene into a murky mess, like countless sesame pastes mixed into a giant mud pit, making it impossible to find any unburnt cash.

Huang Siwei quickly went to negotiate, saying that all these people and vehicles had rushed over to fight the fire.

Wang Taixiong still sat collapsed on the ground.

He wasn’t worried about being blamed, as each family’s power had people on-site monitoring, supervising one another.

It wasn’t as if he had embezzled the billions; it had been consumed by an accidental fire.

What worried him the most was the upcoming acquisition negotiation.

With no money left, how could he possibly negotiate?

Was he expected to ask everyone to transfer more funds, to scrounge up billions again?

The difficulty was no less than ascending to heaven!

Soon.

Representatives from Tianyuan’s three major families arrived.

Fang Guozhi, Xu Changshan, Mu Father and Son together with Mu Jun showed up, and even Xu Feng was there.

And then, even more people from other powers arrived.

Everyone’s face was ashen, seething with anger.

The scene was a complete mess, quickly filling with a bustling, noisy crowd.

Faced with the frantic questioning from all sides, Wang Taixiong kept silent.

This forced Xu Changshan and the others to interrogate their own men about what had happened.

A beautiful acquisition and a mysterious fire.

The dream of wealth exploding for many had burst in an instant.

Disappointment!

Bewilderment!

Speechlessness!

Who could be blamed for such a fire?

The destruction was so complete, it was difficult to determine whether it had been sabotage, with a timed incendiary device hidden among the cash.

Unknowingly, daylight came.

The scene descended into chaos.

Arguments and swearing, blame-shifting… it was as lively as a marketplace.

Around eight o’clock, Wu Jie made a call.

After hesitating, Wang Taixiong answered it.

“Mr.

Wang, to help you wrap up the negotiation as quickly as possible, I woke up early and have already prepared meeting room 1801.

When will you all be arriving?”

Wang Taixiong’s lips quivered, his eyes welling up with tears.

He couldn’t hold back any longer and suddenly burst into loud sobs.

The noisy crowd fell silent in an instant, turning to look in his direction.

Wang Taixiong collapsed to the ground, crying convulsively, heartbroken.

Meanwhile, Wu Jie’s voice continued to emanate from the clenched phone.

“Hey, Wang, speak up, will you?

It’s just getting up early to set up a meeting room; no need to be so moved, right?”

“When exactly are you coming to negotiate?

The finance department, legal department, and various other departments are all sending people over!”

“Damn it!

Why just cry?

President Tang said that you should bring your team over by 9:30 at the latest!”

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