Chapter 5 Biu~ He flew away!

Shen Wanjun casually opened a few boxes, and they contained either small yellow croakers, Hong Kong dollars, and even US dollars, as well as large sums of money, all in boxes.

The sheer wealth of the Zhong family made Shen Wanjun, who had watched countless short dramas featuring domineering CEOs, slap her thigh in disbelief.

Domineering CEO dramas are too simplistic; the wealth of truly rich people far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people.

She vaguely heard someone enter the house, and Shen Wanjun quickly put everything into her spatial storage.

After thinking about it, I left an empty box and stuffed some 100-yuan bills into it.

He took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter in English, signed Zhong Ming's name, and stamped it with his personal seal.

Then I pulled out an English magazine and tucked it inside.

After hiding the magazine in the box, Shen Wanjun breathed a sigh of relief.

Close the door to the secret room and retreat into the space.

She came softly, just as she left softly.

She waved her sleeve and took away all of the Zhong family's assets.

Shen Wanjun returned to the police station, and the room was quiet.

She steadied herself and politely asked, "Comrade, may I leave now?"

"Not yet." A male police officer opened the door.

"Then... can I have some water?" Shen Wanjun asked timidly, as if afraid of being rejected.

Fortunately, the police didn't say anything and quickly brought over a glass of water.

More than an hour later, the people from the small dark room came out.

Zhong Ming used his position as the steel plant manager to successfully clear himself of suspicion of absconding.

Wang Fang dared not pursue the matter of Shen Wanjun hitting her daughter any further, fearing that Shen Wanjun would speak recklessly and reveal some dirt on their family.

The fact that my daughter was beaten is a small matter; the real issue is the disruption it will cause to my escape.

Wang Fang, being as shrewd as she is, naturally knows better than anyone else which is more important.

"Officer, it's all a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding. The two girls are having a fight, and we parents are worried too. It's not good to take sides, don't you think?"

Seeing that Wang Fang wasn't going to pursue the matter, the police asked Shen Wanjun for her opinion.

It was getting late, and the police were also eager to leave work. It would be best if the two sides could reach a settlement.

Shen Wanjun obediently said, "It's getting dark, I should go home."

Wang Fang was overjoyed, "Let's go home, let's all go home!"

As he walked out of the police station, Zhong Yaozu clenched his fists, feeling utterly frustrated today.

They were interrogated as spies for so long, but Shen Wanjun was completely fine and just wanted to go home.

No way!

"I'll beat you to death, you slut." Zhong Yaozu raised his fist, taking advantage of the darkness to kill Shen Wanjun.

Just as he raised his arm, it was grabbed by a pair of large hands. Shen Kun looked down at him, his eagle eyes ruthless.

Zhong Yaozu's legs trembled for no reason, and he was covered in cold sweat.

He wanted to say something, but his throat just kept making noises.

Shen Kun lifted his foot, using only 30% of his strength, and Zhong Yaozu flew out like a firecracker with a "biu" sound.

ah--

Zhong Yaozu screamed, as if his mother had died.

"Yaozu, Yaozu, what's wrong with you?" Wang Fang, Yaozu's biological mother, cried out in the darkness.

Wang Fang and Zhong Ming came upon hearing the noise. Shen Kun left with Shen Wanjun, giving Zhong Ming a cold look before leaving.

Zhong Ming couldn't help but shiver, standing rooted to the spot, and awkwardly forced a smile.

His smile was more like a grimace, but Shen Wanjun happily grabbed Shen Kun and softly called out, "Uncle~"

Shen Kun's cold face immediately softened. "Wanwan, let's go home."

Upon returning to the Shen family home, Shen Wanjun immediately summoned the entire family.

"Uncle and Aunt, Grandpa and Grandma, listen to me now, this matter is very important and must be done now."

"As you all know, a storm is about to break. Our family is the richest in Shanghai, so we are easily targeted. We may escape today, but we can't escape tomorrow."

"What we need to do now is to transfer all the assets out of the country in a reasonable way."

Shen Kun breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought something serious was wrong.

"You don't need to worry about Wanwan's matter. We've donated most of our family's assets over the past few years. We're responding to the call to support the country. Even if we're capitalists, we're still red."

Shen Kun took out a stack of newspapers, casually flipped through a few pages, and said, "Look, this is all evidence of our support for the country."

Shen Wanjun: "Uncle, people's hearts are no longer pure in this chaotic world. We are like fish on a chopping board now. Rather than being slaughtered, we should take the initiative to escape."

Grandma looked at Shen Wanjun with a loving expression and touched her face. "Wanwan, don't be afraid. Even if the sky falls, your uncle and grandpa will hold it up. We're not afraid."

The family members all spoke at once, believing that the Shen family was fine and would not be implicated.

Seeing that she couldn't win the argument, Shen Wanjun had to change her approach.

She angrily threw down her handbag and sat on the sofa, saying, "If you don't listen to me, I won't eat from today onwards."

She's determined to starve herself; I don't believe her whole family won't feel sorry for her.

"Child, don't be so hard on your health," the aunt said with a worried expression.

"I...I don't want to live anymore." After saying that, Shen Wanjun simply held her breath, making her face turn red.

Starving yourself to death is too slow; it's faster to suffocate.

Shen Kun was terrified and quickly lowered his head, "Okay, okay, stop messing around."

He vaguely felt that his niece was right; their Shen family was indeed attracting too much attention.

The strong winds are bound to come sooner or later, so it's good to prepare now.

"Grandpa will listen to you too." Once Grandpa spoke, no one in the family objected anymore.

Shen Wanjun is the eldest daughter of the Shen family, and is showered with love and affection. They do not want her to degrade her body.

Indeed, the situation is volatile now, and we must be prepared for a protracted struggle.

"Give me the key to the secret room." Shen Wanjun reached out her hand.

Without a second thought, Shen Kun handed it to her and casually asked, "What are you planning to do with those things?"

"Don't worry, Uncle, I'll find someone to take it away without anyone noticing."

Shen Kun stared at her intently; this usually willful niece seemed to have grown up overnight.

Unlike her usual gentle nature, today her eyes were resolute, radiating an inexplicable confidence.

"Even if you burn it, your uncle won't blame you." Shen Kun didn't care about that little thing.

"Uncle, your gang has to disband too. From now on, we all need to keep a low profile."

Shen Kun was a little surprised, and after thinking for a moment, said, "I'll think about it."

His momentum is growing too strong, and he's already being watched by higher-ups. It's only a matter of time before his gang is disbanded.

He never revealed these things to his family, but his niece... seemed to know everything.

Shen Wanjun entered the secret room, where there were even more treasures than in the Zhong family's house.

Even the Zhong family's possessions are just junior compared to the Shen family's.

A small fry compared to a big fish.

The secret room was filled with large boxes, each containing a heavy yellow croaker, too heavy to be lifted with one hand.

There were countless pieces of jewelry, antiques, and calligraphy and paintings on display, and Shen Wanjun's eyes were opened once again tonight.

These things were just piled up haphazardly, like garbage.

Shen Wanjun clicked her tongue in amazement. If this were converted into money, she wondered how many cold zeros would be in her savings account.

Speaking of money, we could never spend all those boxes of "Great Unity" (a type of currency) in several lifetimes.

Without time to think too much, Shen Wanjun quickly put everything into her spatial storage.

They also took away every single valuable item in the house.

In the dead of night, Shen Wanjun was diligently collecting data.

Outside the gate, the scarred man and his gang were trying to pry open the door.

"Damn it, did someone beat the Zhong family to it?"

Someone looked at the scarred man with suspicion, "Brother, what's going on?"

"How would I know?" The scarred man was furious. After finally opening the door, there was only a little bit of leftover food inside. They only got half a box of Chinese currency.

He went out once, but failed to pull off a big deal.

Feeling resentful, he quickly thought of the richest man in Shanghai.

“This family is even richer. Brothers, follow me, and I will never treat you unfairly.”

"With your words, we can rest assured." The locksmith finished speaking, and the lock in his hand had already been opened.

He held the fallen padlock, his eyes somewhat vacant.

He wondered, "How come the lock on this richest man's house is so easy to open?"