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Jinran went home and fed the animals in the house, but Doujin objected, feeling that Jinran was going out to forage for food on her own without taking it with her.

Jinran said casually, "Why would I suddenly want to eat dog meat hot pot?"

Doujin tucked its tail between its legs and went back to its doghouse. Sigh, life as a dog is tough.

"Meow~ Meow~~" Everyone says I don't want to play with you, you're hopeless. Watch me.

Jinran's sharp gaze swept over, and Fugui meowed affectionately.

"That's it?" Actually, dogs don't want to play with cats either.

Jinran set her alarm, washed up, and went to bed; she had a big job to do that night.

At one o'clock in the morning, Jinran woke up, went into her space, wanted to dress herself up, and then went out.

In the village at night, the occasional bark of a dog and the chirping of crickets could be heard. Jinran quickly walked out of the village, cautiously glancing around as she went.

She took out a large truck from her spatial storage. This truck was clearly not a vehicle that should exist in this era, but she wasn't afraid. First, it was so dark that it would be difficult to spot anything. Second, so what if they knew? After she pulled off this job, she was sure no one could find her.

Jinran had driven a small truck in her previous life, but she had never actually driven a large truck like this before. However, they were all similar things. She was confident that, apart from some stumbles in her studies, she was an excellent expert in everything else.

Jinran got into the car, stepped on the gas, and sped off. After a series of erratic maneuvers, she finally managed to get it under control and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jinran wiped away her cold sweat, vowing never to talk nonsense again. She drove at a snail's pace, still shaken by the experience.

Even if we drive very slowly, we arrive at our destination at around 1:45.

Jinran filled the truck bed with rice, flour, and cooking oil. She didn't have much of these things in her storage space. Fortunately, many items in the palace were unlabeled, which saved Jinran a lot of trouble. Otherwise, she would have had to pack them into boxes and bags one by one.

She had just finished when a light flashed in the distance, but it quickly disappeared, and she could only faintly hear the sound of a car running over the ground.

Jinran jumped out of the car and leaned against a rock to wait.

Five minutes passed, and they still hadn't arrived. Ten minutes passed, and they still hadn't come.

Jinran: ".............. It's such a short distance, does it really have to take this long?"

Fifteen minutes later, it finally arrived.

Old Mo got out of the car first and said apologetically, "Young man, I'm really sorry, the wheels got stuck just now."

Jinran nodded, then said in a low voice, "Let's both inspect the goods!"

Old Mo asked calmly, "Young man, are you all alone?"

Jinran sneered, "How could that be? I can't handle this huge shipment by myself. My brothers don't want to show their faces, but if I call out, there won't be enough men to go around with your drinks."

After speaking, Jinran revealed the pistol at her waist, but quickly covered it with her clothes.

This gun was a replica handgun that Jinran found in her spatial storage. She couldn't let anyone discover any flaws. Seeing that the intimidation was enough, Jinran opened the carriage door.

Old Mo stopped probing and his attitude changed considerably. Before, he treated Jinran like a junior, but now he talks to her on an equal footing.

After inspecting Jinran's goods, Old Man Mo had his men unload them. He even joked, "Luckily, I'm well-off, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to handle your goods."

Jinran glanced at the prepared items; they were mostly porcelain vases, calligraphy, and paintings. Jinran could tell the difference between real and fake, but what truly dazzled her were the emerald green jadeite pieces.

It's so beautiful!

Are they all genuine?

Old Mo said seriously, "That black market is mine. You can find me anytime. I won't break the rules."

Jinran nodded; she knew that.

Old Mo continued, "Besides these things, I'll give you three thousand yuan, and some receipts. The dates are all good. Don't worry, I can't ruin my own business. I still want to keep in touch with you!"

Jinran agreed, and the goods in the car were all unloaded. The transaction was completed, and Jinran didn't need anyone's help. She carried the boxes with one hand and made a few trips to get them onto the car.

Finally, Old Man Mo couldn't help but ask, "Young brother, when would be the next trading day so I can prepare my things?"

"I'm not sure. If there is, I'll have someone look for you. If someone mentions Master Jin and comes looking for you, then that's one of our people."

Old Mo nodded repeatedly.

Jinran closed the car door, started the car, shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and quickly disappeared.

The entire movement was incredibly smooth.

Leaving Old Mo and his group standing there, a man with a scar on his face asked in a harsh voice, "Master Mo, why didn't we double-cross each other just now?"

Old Mo shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said, "That kid has a gun. He's not someone we lowly scouts can afford to mess with. Did you see that car?"

The scarred man nodded and said enviously, "Damn, that's great, and it's brand new."

"This car is a rare find even abroad, let alone here. Just think about how much power an organization must have to be able to pull out a handgun and own a car like this. We can only try to befriend them and get a little something in return."