I briefly wrote down three requirements.
1. Compensation.
Attached below is the list David provided and a breakdown of the damaged items.
2. Ransom.
Qiao Nian wrote a number.
3. Money for her life and compensation for her mental damage.
The following condition was put forward, which made Quentin's eyelids twitch twice - 10% of the shares of Smith Bank.
Then there was the photo that came with the letter.
Quentin picked up the photo that had fallen on the table. There were more than twenty people on the photo, all wearing handcuffs and shackles, standing on the deck with embarrassed and confused looks on their faces.
Some people's faces are mixed with fear of the unknown.
And Mr. Xue, Shadow, etc.
He had familiar faces among them.
There is another person in the photo, Nie Tao.
Nie Tao seemed to have suffered a great mental blow. He curled up in a corner, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't recognize his once high-spirited appearance.
"Archbishop, there are words on the back of the photo," Jacob noticed at this time.
Quentin flipped over the photo and saw Qiao Nian's handwriting on the back, but it was printed out from a fax machine: "I'm on the high seas, and I'll be back in six hours. You have six hours to think about it."
When Quentin saw this line of words, he stood up and walked out quickly, saying to Jacob: "Notify everyone in the Privy Council and hold a meeting immediately!"
…
1 hour later.
Old Master Nie, accompanied by the Nie family, arrived at the Privy Council in a wheelchair.
Before he went in, he looked up at the flags fluttering above the Privy Council and had an inexplicable ominous feeling in his heart.
When they went in, they found that everyone in the Privy Council Hall was staring at them silently. The ominous feeling in Old Master Nie's heart reached its peak at this moment.
He was pushed before Archbishop Quentin, the most powerful neutral leader in the Privy Council and one of the three great leaders of the Privy Council.
Old Master Nie squeezed the dragon-headed cane in his hand and made a gesture to stand up to greet him, but Quentin came over quickly and supported him.
"You're welcome, old man."
Immediately following.
Quentin said in a deep voice: "We called you here mainly to tell you two things."
Old Master Nie's heart sank: "Please go ahead."
Quentin withdrew his hand, signaled the Nie family members behind him to support the old man, and then spoke again, his eyes flickering, "First, the queen is dead."
Nie Qingru is already dead.
Out of respect for the deceased, Quentin called her "Queen".
But Old Master Nie obviously didn't notice this small detail. Instead, his face turned pale, and he grabbed the hand of the person next to him and exclaimed.
"What did you say?!"
"The Queen is dead."
This time, Old Master Nie heard it clearly, his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.
Nie Qingru is dead.
The Nie family’s reputation was ruined.
Their future is doomed to decline.
Old Master Nie's chest was shaking violently, his breathing was wheezing like a bellows, his face was as pale as earth, and he leaned straight back.
Fortunately, Quentin was prepared. As soon as he waved his hand, someone came running over to give Old Master Nie first aid, pinching his Ren Zhong acupoint and feeding him medicine.
Finally, Old Master Nie, who had suffered a huge blow and almost fainted, was pulled back.
Old Master Nie had lost all his strength and could no longer stand up. Even if he was forcibly rescued and retained the last bit of his sanity, he could only sit in a wheelchair.
"A-what else?"
"You called me here for more than just this, right?"
Quentin nodded: "Well, there is one more thing I want to ask for your opinion."
(End of this chapter)