Chapter 152 He Cannot Be Empty-Handed
After getting the house keys, Yao Fanghua and Wu Peng bought some tools, then carried the toolbox back to the courtyard. They closed the gate, waiting to act that night.
Sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. They were not short of gold these days, but they were still a little curious about what was going on, feeling like they were digging for treasure at the bottom of a dried-up river when they were kids.
Yao Fanghua: "You have to be prepared, it might just be a box of gold and some other stuff. The old man is right, gold is the most practical, it's hard currency." After digging a few times, we've gotten used to what's inside.
"The amount doesn't matter, I just think it'll be fun for us to dig for treasure together. Besides, how can we let our own stuff go to waste?" He'd take even a single tile home, and even if he didn't use it, he'd smash it to pieces rather than give it to anyone else, let alone an enemy. He was already figuring out how to get that 130,000 yuan back legitimately and legally, at least not letting that guy surnamed Sun take the money so easily. He felt that raising a tiger was a recipe for disaster; it was better to kill it with a single blow!
Getting the money back through legitimate means is difficult, but causing trouble for the Sun family is quite simple. From Chen Zhong's words, it's clear that Shen Jiao is a troublemaker within the Sun family. He doesn't even need to lift a finger; just a tip to Shen Jiao is enough to start infighting among them. Sun Guozhu's dream of using this money to rise in the ranks is a pipe dream. Whatever he wants to do, he'll have to be interfered with.
"What are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought."
Wu Peng: "No, those two actors are good, their acting skills are good, and they are quite professional." They hired those two from the entrance of the film academy and even gave them a new set of costumes for free.
Wu Peng was adept at hiring shills. He used this method when selling watches and later when selling real estate. He used it flexibly, employing various forms of embellishment and enhancement, and it always worked. In today's terms, this is called a marketing tactic.
Yao Fanghua smiled. Wu Peng's mind was always quick and agile.
“I think Sun Guozhu is in a hurry to cash out. Is no one in his family sick or hospitalized? Does he want to start a business? Or does he want to run away with the money?”
"If he's really going to do business or run away, would you really let him live off the money like that?" It always felt like raising a tiger would only cause more trouble; it would be better to completely suppress it, since this was an enemy they had made an enemy of. The couple were on the same page.
Wu Peng blinked: "I'll do whatever you say."
"Stop it, what are you up to? Just tell me,"
Wu Peng smiled. "So, should I really tell you?"
"Go ahead and tell me, I'll give you some advice." They're living a good life now, so they can't afford to go astray and get caught red-handed.
"I'm definitely thinking about getting the money back, but I can't think of a good way right now." To get the money back, the only options are to cheat, swindle, or even rob it outright—stealing would be the most effective. But none of these are good methods; it's not worth it for him to do such things for such a small amount of money.
Yao Fanghua: "Go on."
Wu Peng glanced at Yao Fanghua. Anyway, Yao Fanghua knew what kind of person he was, so he said directly, "Actually, we don't care what the reason is. As long as Shen Jiao finds out about this, she will naturally make a fuss. Let them fight like dogs first."
“That works. Actually, it doesn’t matter whether we get the money back or not. We’re not short of money. Let the two of them fight it out over this money. It’s best if they fight until they’re bloodied and bruised. We can just watch the show and avoid getting involved. Let’s observe first and decide what to do after they’ve finished making a scene.” The two agreed immediately and went out to have dinner, taking care of the matter while they were at it. Then they could come back and dig for treasure.
As the moon rose high in the sky, Wu Peng and Yao Fanghua returned to the small courtyard and locked the gate. They were both a little tired after their trip.
Catching his breath, he arrived at the stone table and benches in the courtyard and bent down to start moving the benches.
After moving the stone benches, the two began to move the large stone in the middle that would serve as a table. It was a solid, uncarved natural stone, but one side was relatively flat, making it a ready-made table.
The two men tied a rope around the stone, one pulling while the other used a stick to pry it over, turning the stone over.
Yao Fanghua was panting heavily, and Wu Peng wasn't much better off. "I think we should both start exercising sometime. Life is about movement."
Yao Fanghua waved her hand. She was someone who didn't like to move around. "I only exert myself a few times a year. I don't know about others, but for me, life is about stillness." Asking her to exercise would be no different from the physical exertion of working in the village back in the day. Give her a break! Her secret to staying young and living to a ripe old age was a clear mind, good food, little movement, avoiding useless thoughts, focusing on research, and spending her free time reading, snacking, drinking tea, or simply taking a nap in bed. She wasn't cut out for exercise; she didn't have the energy for it, and she felt that exercise would damage her heart and blood vessels.
"Stillness? Want to be a turtle?"
"What nonsense! You're talking about turtles. Look at turtles, why do they live so long? It's because they don't like to move around. I think there's some truth to that," Yao Fanghua said, and simply lay down on the ground to rest.
"What kind of bullshit logic is that? You're just too weak to move."
"Sigh, I admit I'm weak, so I need to take better care of myself and not overwork myself."
Wu Peng rubbed his nose. Women were so much better; they could admit to being weak if they wanted to. But he couldn't. He was only thirty-five or thirty-six, and these past two years he'd had some minor troubles—he felt somewhat lacking in virility, not as vigorous as before. Sigh, he was in his prime! He had a long life ahead of him; he couldn't afford to be weak. He'd been thinking about exercising or taking some supplements for a while now. He glanced at Yao Fanghua; he even wanted to have another child, while they weren't too old yet.
After resting enough, and seeing that most of the insects under the rocks had run away, the two of them started digging with shovels.
They dug deeper and deeper, and their arms started to ache. It had been years since they'd done any physical labor.
Yao Fanghua couldn't hold on any longer, so Wu Peng was left to dig. Yao Fanghua watched from the sidelines and occasionally cheered him on.
"Right? Did we dig in the wrong place?" Wu Peng asked, looking up, pausing briefly to catch his breath. It's almost two meters deep; he's exhausted.
"It has to be this deep. The deeper the better. Even when renovating this house, they can't dig this deep for the foundation. That way, the things won't be dug up and benefit others. Your grandfather is really thoughtful. Keep it up!"
"Back then, your grandfather and father were digging a hole here, just like you are today."
Wu Peng paused, looked at Yao Fanghua, then at himself. He could imagine that his grandfather must have stood by, just like Yao Fanghua, with his hands behind his back, directing his own son to dig quickly.
Wu Peng wanted to discuss it with Yao Fanghua, "How about you dig a couple of shovelfuls and I'll do the rest?" Otherwise, he always felt that he, as Yao Fanghua's son, was doing the work for her.
Yao Fanghua's hand was still sore, and she felt weak as soon as she raised it. "I'll rest for a bit, and then it'll be your turn."
"Are you tired? If you are, take a rest. We're not in a rush," Yao Fanghua glanced at Wu Peng. "You're getting old, don't push yourself."
Wu Peng: ... "I'm in my prime! I'm always hunched over like this, and my back is a little uncomfortable, so I thought I'd straighten up and talk to you."
Wu Peng wanted to say that Yao Fanghua was about his age. He grew older, and so did Yao Fanghua; he grew old, and so did Yao Fanghua. But Wu Peng didn't dare. He snorted, refuted Yao Fanghua, and continued digging.
Yao Fanghua muttered something about being too proud to admit it, but ultimately couldn't bear to see his old back suffer, so she called him up and went downstairs for a while.
The two dug intermittently, the pit getting deeper and bigger, until it was nearly three meters deep. They had to climb up and down using a ladder.
Yao Fanghua stood at the edge of the pit, shining a flashlight into it, and told Wu Peng inside, "Be careful, we're almost there." The object was about three meters deep.
After Yao Fanghua finished giving her instructions, Wu Peng felt his shovel strike something, a metallic clanging sound. He looked up in surprise, "I found it!"
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