They spent half the afternoon searching through the junk piles, and when they came out, they were almost unrecognizable, especially Ruan Xianxian.

Her face was covered in blemishes, her hands were chafed and scraped, and her toes were even rebelliously sticking out from the tops of her shoes, showing how much effort she had put in.

Besides a pure gold rod, a string of old Qing Dynasty pearls and a white jade pendant, her biggest takeaways from the trip were the book "The Story of the Stone" and a harpsichord.

His filthy and smelly appearance was unbearable for a scholar like Wu Xueliang.

He wiped his face, almost vomiting. "I'll find somewhere to wash up before I go back."

Chen Zhaodi: "You can't pick up the bowl and say the food is delicious, then put it down and complain that the bowl is dirty."

Chu Li and Ruan Xianxian said in unison, "No washing, let's go back like this."

If you come to do volunteer work, how can you not take some evidence back with you?

The group of friends can get along well, not to mention their personalities, but they also share some very similar values. Ruan Xianxian also said:

"I promised Wu Xing, so if I don't make myself look pathetic, how am I supposed to play the victim when I get back?"

Everyone: ...

You two seem pretty clever, don't you?

Mu Xia gave her friend a meaningful look, but didn't say anything.

Sure enough, Ruan Xianxian burst into tears as soon as she got in the car. The enclosed space amplified the stench, but this girl's thought process was naturally different from ordinary people...

After lamenting for a while about how difficult it is to wash cars, he immediately laughed again: "Later, we'll just block the boss in his office like this, and he won't be able to leave until he agrees to something."

You've snatched up all the bamboo shoots on the back hill!

Wu Xing dropped the person off at the station. These days, private cars are rare; those who can afford to drive cars are either high-ranking officials or factory directors.

Moreover, it has a license plate from the capital, so I couldn't help but repeatedly emphasize Nguyen Hien Hien's importance.

He began to seriously consider her parting words, "If you have any ideas in the future, you can come to me."

Back at the hotel, the five men found out Jia Yongjun's whereabouts and, without saying a word, cornered him in his office.

At first, Director Jia acted like a bullied little wife, covering her nose and shrinking into a corner. But after hearing Ruan Xianxian's unreasonable demands, she laughed in anger.

"Aprons? Plastic? Rubber? Do you know how scarce chemicals are these days? If a chemical plant comes along, go and talk to them yourself. Get out."

After much persuasion, Jia Yongjun finally gave in and agreed to allocate funds to provide a change of work clothes for the special workers at the scrap yard.

Taking money from other people's pockets to gain favors for oneself—if someone else were to make such an unreasonable demand, Jia Yongjun would kick them out immediately.

But who can blame them when the one making the request is this troublemaker that everyone both loves and hates...

What I fear most is that if she doesn't agree today, she'll be left heartbroken at the Canton Fair...

Watching the group leave after achieving their goal, Jia Yongjun, who had opened the window to let in some fresh air, sighed softly and smiled.

"They even paid after they finished eating, which is already very kind of them."

Then he muttered to himself, "It would be even better if I didn't have to pay for this."

With his experience and intelligence, how could he not know that a few kids going to the scrap yard to find treasures shows that they genuinely care about the grassroots? He was already very pleased.

She's a troublemaker... you can't expect too much from her.

Just like how a good person needs to go through eighty-one tribulations to become a Buddha.

As for the wicked... all they need to do is lay down their weapons.

...

They each went back and took a good shower, and without any tacit agreement, neither of them mentioned what they had gained from the trip, maintaining a firm sense of boundaries.

After being subjected to the stench all day, Ruan Xianxian really had no appetite.

He lay there until dusk, and when all was quiet, he opened his eyes on time, took an invisibility potion, and left the hotel without alerting anyone.

I found a secluded spot, released the car and dog from the spatial storage, and took the illusion potion again...

On a dark and windy night, murder and arson are most likely to occur.

"Woof."

As soon as Big Yellow came out, it peed on the car tires...

Ruan Xianxian: ? ? ?

He lifted the dog by the neck into the car, closed the door, and started the engine—all in one smooth motion.

The master and pet spent most of the night raiding Old Lin's three burrows, taking all the treasures inside.

Emerging from the last abandoned air-raid shelter at the foot of the mountain, Big Yellow twitched its nose, then suddenly lay down, baring its white teeth in an attack stance.

"Waaah~"

If something smells bad, this is a smell a dog will never forget for the rest of its life.

Whenever this smell appeared near its former owner, it would definitely get beaten that night.

Dahuang hated the taste.

"Go back to your space first." Ruan Xianxian put Dahuang back into her space and quickly climbed up the tall tree.

In my line of sight, a group of figures were approaching stealthily.

The sound of conversation could be faintly heard.

"Are you sure Old Lin's things are hidden nearby? If you're lying to me, you know what will happen."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Xianxian patted her chest, realizing that she had almost let someone pick the peach she had nurtured.

Just as she curiously turned her gaze over, suddenly, a blank face appeared in front of her.

She looked at her face.

His face was also looking at her.

The next instant, in the magnified view of the face's owner, a dark gun barrel was pressed against his forehead; he didn't even have time to warn anyone...

With a loud "bang," his mind went blank. Before he died, he was still thinking, "When did China acquire a silenced gun that could fire without a sound?"

Ruan Xianxian put away her gun, picked up the dead ninja with one hand, and threw him into the space. She was impressed. This space had been used to store dogs, urine, and now even corpses.

I'll go back another day and do a thorough disinfection.

As the group below drew closer, she became increasingly enamored with the pistol she was playing with.

The silencing setting was modified by Xia Xia, making it even more silent than those seen on television in later generations.

Even so, the slightest movement still alerted those with keen senses. Lin Wenmao, whose arm had been dislocated and was hanging limply at his sides, suddenly looked up.

"What's wrong?" one of them asked hastily, startled by his sudden head-raising movement.

"Ah, my senior brother here, he seems quiet and reserved, but he's actually quite meticulous."

"My master valued him highly when he was alive; please don't fall for his tricks, Madam."

It turns out they were the Lin brothers.

Dahuang also said that besides Lao Lin himself, only he, the dog, knew about Lao Lin's treasure location, which was indeed unreliable.

"Sir, watch your step! Master said he treats me like his own son, but he didn't let me know where he hid the money. If I hadn't been careful..."

As they spoke, the group finally found the collapsed air-raid shelter, and their faces lit up with joy.

Just as one foot stepped into the cave entrance, a soft "bang" was heard above his head, and a tall body crashed to the ground.

"who?"

The Japanese soldier reacted swiftly, drawing his gun and pointing it at the tree where Ruan Xianxian was hiding, his voice trying his best to remain calm.

"Brother, which gang are you from? We're here to reclaim our belongings. Your act of killing someone without a word has crossed the line."

The villain died from talking too much. Just as Ruan Xianxian randomly locked his gun on someone, Lin Wenmao pushed off with his back foot, dragging his junior brother headfirst into the cave.

Then, the sound of gunfire rang out incessantly...

Once everything had calmed down, he looked up, panting heavily. His junior brother, who was pinned down, curled up tightly, using Lin Wenmao as a shield.

Under the moonlight, a tall figure came back to the light, his roguish voice carrying a familiar quality that Lin Wenmao had heard before.

"Hey, you two young men, what a coincidence, we meet again!"