"Who is it?" Ye Cheng asked shrewdly.

There was a raucous voice on the phone. "Mr. Ye, it's almost time for the bank to leave work. How's the ransom provision?"

"Don't worry, 300 million dollars in cash is ready, and now it's in the garage of my villa." Ye Cheng tried to slow down his speech. Qiao Rubing's mobile phone had been monitored by the national security technicians. He wanted to win as much time as possible to track the source of the phone.

"In less than a day, we can make up three hundred million yuan. As a matter of fact, rich people, I have a little regret. Should...