Su Tang paused, feeling as if she had heard this word somewhere before.
During her training in the 22nd century, she specialized in studying the slang and code words of various historical periods.
"Crossing-the-River Dragon"—that's interesting.
This usually refers to scarce and high-end goods smuggled in from other places, especially the southern coastal areas or overseas, or things that cannot be brought into the open.
Her inner spy, that occupational hazard, kicked in again; her curiosity scurried like a kitten's claws.
My feet moved involuntarily toward the source of the sound.
In a darker, more secluded corner, several furtive men were whispering among themselves around a pile of things.
Su Tang, with her sharp eyes, noticed several boxes wrapped tightly in thick oilcloth at their feet. They were neatly shaped and looked quite heavy.
There were two men standing guard nearby, their hands tucked into their sleeves, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.
This doesn't look like they're dealing in ordinary grains, oils, or cloth.
Su Tang pretended to be interested in a small stall selling used books next to her and slowly squatted down to browse through them.
In fact, she used her spatial mental power to silently spread over and probe into the boxes wrapped in oilcloth.
The next second, Su Tang's heart skipped a beat.
Inside the box were neatly arranged bronze artifacts, ancient jade artifacts, and some rare ancient books that exuded the fragrance of ink!
This...is no ordinary item, it's a national treasure!
She suppressed her shock and continued to listen attentively.
The whispers of the men could be heard intermittently:
"...This batch of goods is extremely valuable...It must be delivered to the west...Someone there will meet you...Once it leaves the country...Old Chiang will reward you handsomely..."
"West side", "outbound", "Old Chiang"?
Su Tang's mind went blank for a moment, and she instantly understood.
These people are most likely remnants of the Kuomintang army who have been lying in wait.
They wanted to smuggle these national treasures out of the west and present them to that old man on the other side.
This is outrageous! How can we let these scoundrels steal the treasures of our Dragon Kingdom?
Su Tang's temper flared up instantly.
They must be stopped.
But the other side had a large number of people, and none of them looked like good guys.
A direct confrontation is definitely not an option; her small frame can't withstand such a beating.
Su Tang's mind raced.
She exchanged two gadgets from her spatial storage—a miniature tracker and a highly sensitive eavesdropping device.
She picked up a tattered comic book and started haggling with the vendor, but her eyes kept glancing at the group of people.
Take advantage of the moment when a burly man carrying boxes bends down to adjust the tarpaulin.
Su Tang flicked her finger almost imperceptibly.
A tracker, smaller than a button, was silently attached to the sole of the burly man's shoe.
Then, using a similar method, she attached a bugging device to a crevice at the bottom of a box.
Having done all this, she casually bought a few old books and quickly left the black market.
We need to find a place quickly and listen to what these bastards are up to.
Back at the Red Star Hotel, Su Tang locked herself in her room.
Wearing a special earpiece, the sound from the bug could be heard clearly.
"...Meet at midnight tonight at the abandoned warehouse of the Third Textile Factory on Nanshan Road in the suburbs..."
"...Same as always, inspect the goods, hand over..."
"...Take that batch of 'hard currency' with you too..."
An abandoned textile factory warehouse, midnight.
Su Tang's eyes narrowed as she noted down the key information.
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