"Click"
The swivel chair made her swing back and forth, and her foot accidentally kicked the bottom of the bookcase.
The mechanism opened the bookshelf and it slowly spread to both sides, revealing a door at the back.
Jiang Cha checked the keys one by one. Fortunately, they were all in the suitcase, otherwise how would she have found this place?
Not knowing what was behind the door, Jiang Cha took out the pig farm's electric car and stuck it at the door. In case of danger, there was no other way to open it.
The lights inside were turned on, revealing a twenty-square-meter room.
In a secret room-like place, a large safe was leaning against the wall. There were many boxes around it, and when they were opened, they were all filled with Chinese cultural relics.
Porcelain, Buddha heads, jade, etc., what the hell did they do back then?
The key to the safe was also there, but she couldn't open it after trying for a long time. She even lay down beside the safe door and listened with a stethoscope for a long time.
Fairy tales are all lies, and so are movies!
What "click" sound, what hair-like feel. They don't exist at all, and the most practical use is violent.
"Eighty, eighty, eighty" He knocked on it several times in a row, but the surface only became dented.
Then I used a crowbar and an angle grinder, and it finally took two hours to open it.
She was afraid that there might be something disgusting in there, such as biological research. If something went wrong, the space would be contaminated.
Put on a protective jumpsuit, n95 and gloves, and get everything ready to slowly open the safe.
There were a few stacks of knives and two notebooks inside, and they looked very old.
Several of his research results and a will in a document bag.
Jiang Cha saw that the contents of the will had already been written. When he died, all his property would be donated to the family, and the assistants could get all his wigs by pulling their trouser pockets.
Damn, the old man is so cruel. Just look at her box of various equipment. You know how much she paid, and in the end she only got a bunch of wigs?
I used a typewriter to retype a copy according to the old man's format, with slight changes to the content.
All the inheritance was inherited by my assistant, Miss Du La Ku Dou Zi. She is the most important person to me. It’s a pity that I didn’t have time to propose to her, but she is still the best wife in my mind!
Then he took out a large notebook and practiced on the old man's signature. When it looked very similar, he wrote it neatly on the will.
If it wasn't something he was after, who would care about the broken signature?
I spent a long time practicing signing my trouser pocket in the notebook. Her signature is still needed to complete all the procedures!
I rolled up all the bedding from the rooms downstairs and planned to find a place to throw it away when I leave. I will keep the house for now and sell it in a few years.
Selling it now will attract more attention, but she keeps a low profile and makes money quietly. Her principles in life have not changed.
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