Combining his memories from the dream with what the old women had said about the neighboring compound, Xie Lin easily sneaked in and, after a short search, found the Xie family's house.
The two-story house wasn't very big, and he didn't pay attention to the layout. He found the couple's bedroom on the first floor.
Both of them slept like logs, perhaps because the matter of those three foul-mouthed guys hadn't been resolved, their brows were furrowed even in their dreams.
Oh, this is a real worry. When he was a kid, he slept in a cowshed and was so hungry that he ate tree bark, but he didn't dare complain.
Too lazy to use my brain cells, I just pulled the blanket over my head and started beating people up.
They beat the man awake and then knocked him unconscious, made a mess of the house, and searched through his banknotes and bills—they were too lazy to even count them all—to create the illusion that petty thieves had broken in, so he could claim the child support he was owed as a child.
If you give birth but don't raise your child, a little thief will teach you how to be a father.
The two savings accounts, Xie Jiancheng's with 4,000 and Feng Qiulan's with 40,000, show a large difference in amount and are hidden in different places, which shows that the couple is not of one mind.
After tossing it into his spatial storage, he walked into the living room and saw a square floral cloth covering the television. He curled the corners of his lips and put it away.
There's a TV in the room, but it's never been turned on. This is perfect as a toy for the little girl.
radio?
Ugly likes it, so I'll keep it.
bike?
We're just missing a 28-inch bicycle, so I can teach my little girl to ride it in the space. Once she learns, we'll buy one when we go back to the island.
Go upstairs again for a roundabout look. Don't put things away; make a mess of everything. If you're going to put on a show, go all the way.
I've heard that wealthy families hide their valuables in the kitchen stove or at the bottom of the water tank. I searched the whole kitchen but didn't find anything of value.
A basket of eggs, two boxes of canned meat, half a bag of flour, a bag of noodles, and a jar of rice—since you're here, just accept them.
Potatoes, soybeans, peanuts, chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns?
Since we were short of these seeds, we took them all.
The thief steals both money and grain, which doesn't make much sense, right? No problem, just fill the rice container with water, pour in a little bit of flour and stir it up, then make some of the eldest and second eldest's poop.
If you spill a little here and a little there, and the whole kitchen is ruined, who will care whether the food is lost or not?
Cough cough, it smells a bit bad.
He pried open the lock on the gate, clapped his hands, and left.
The next one is the Feng family.
When he saw that familiar old face, he felt only irony.
Given his behavior in that world, it's hard to imagine that his wife was fawning over the Xiao family just for her granddaughter's wealthy life.
It's mostly overt; what's the real reason behind it is unknown.
This time, he didn't start a fight. After observing the layout of the house, he went to search the study first.
The study was small, with a clear view from top to bottom. There were quite a few books, which he scanned one by one and found nothing amiss, but he did find a recessed button on the back wall of the bookshelf.
Hidden behind the wooden pillar, and at the very bottom, it would be difficult to spot unless one knew the source.
Sure enough, he's restless.
Just in case he muted the sound here, he then pressed the button.
The bookshelf moved, fanning outwards to reveal a small entrance, from which a staircase leading down was visible.
The design is ingenious; the gaps in the wall are very small and are perfectly concealed by the bookshelf.
He's a cunning old fox.
Go down the steps, and you'll find a secret room that's slightly larger than the study.
The size doesn't matter; what matters is what's inside: boxes and boxes of small yellow croakers, banknotes, and jewelry—a total of twenty boxes.
Are all officials this rich these days?
Obviously not.
The evidence is right here; it's either embezzlement and bribery, or using one's position to extort money from the people.
If these can be attributed to one person's greed, what about the five boxes of cultural relics?
Is Old Feng selling cultural relics?
Suddenly, an image popped into my mind.
"Qiu Lan, you must remember, Xie Jiarong, your family also benefited, but this glory must be our own bloodline."
"He's not your child, so any benefits he gains are none of your business. Since they're none of your business, then no one should touch this genius. Destroying him is the best policy. The country is doing quite well now, do you understand?"
"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely stop him. Please help Mr. Qiao take Zhou Shi away as soon as possible, lest things get complicated."
"Okay, go ahead. A ship will come to collect the goods tonight. Keep an eye on the time."
This was a conversation he overheard while hiding behind a pillar; he had no idea what the situation was like at the time.
The dream that Feng Qiulan had previously prevented him from going to see Zhou Shi had now come true.
This old man is connected to that madman, and they are father and daughter in cahoots to prevent me from getting close to Zhou Shi.
He cursed himself for being too stupid in his past life. Since he knew their plan, why did he still fall for their trick?
He couldn't understand his past life, and he was too lazy to think about it.
In this life, it's uncertain whether that madman ever appeared in Beijing, or whether he colluded with this old man Feng.
But one thing is certain: in the zombie world, the two of them definitely have a secret they can't tell anyone.
You ungrateful bastard! The country provides you with food and drink, yet you harbor malicious intentions and ruin a genius who could have led the nation to great heights. You deserve to die.
Putting everything else aside, the valuables here are enough to prove that the Feng family is involved in trafficking national cultural relics.
That's incredibly bold.
He flipped through it, but found nothing but a small notebook.
Opening the notebook, I saw several unfamiliar names. Turning to the next page, I recognized one: Liu Hong.
In Haishi, the boss and Chou Chou worked together to interrogate Liu Hong, who admitted that Liu Hong had indeed talked about selling cultural relics, but he was the one being contacted and did not know who his supplier was.
In this transaction, one party places the goods at an agreed-upon location beforehand, and the other party picks them up at a different time, leaving the payment behind. They then collect the money at the agreed-upon location at a different time, all to ensure the safety of both parties.
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