Chapter 275 Who asked you to come?
Jiang Wanxing and Shen Qingyan were arranged in two adjacent guest rooms.
at night.
Jiang Wanxing sat on the sofa in Shen Qingyan's room with his legs crossed.
"Teacher is truly amazing. He actually was right. The things the old man gave me really need someone to escort them back to China with me."
When Jiang Wanxing said this, Shen Qingyan was holding a bottle of alcohol disinfectant in his hand and spraying it all over the room.
Shen Qingyan said lightly: “If there are a lot of cultural relics in this batch, it will be difficult to transport them out of here.”
"yes."
Jiang Wanxing touched his chin and said, "Let's go check it out tomorrow. If there are a lot of things, we'll need to transfer people from the base to escort them."
Hearing this, Shen Qingyan raised his eyes and looked at her.
"What are you going to do with those cultural relics?"
"What else can I do?"
Jiang Wanxing said without thinking: "Just donate it to a museum. I don't have the hobby of collecting these things."
For Jiang Wanxing, these cultural relics can neither be eaten nor drunk. Although they can be worth a lot of money if sold, there is no need to sell them.
She's not that short of money yet.
As the two were chatting, they heard someone knocking on the door.
Shen Qingyan walked over to open the door and saw Isabella outside at a glance.
Isabella smiled sheepishly and said in English: "I want to look for Jiang, but she is not in the room. I think she should be with you."
Jiang Wanxing happened to hear it in the room, so he said directly: "Come in."
Isabella walked in and did not sit down. Instead, she looked at Jiang Wanxing and said:
“My grandfather has told me everything. When he handed me the key, he only said it was something very important, but he never told me what the key was used for.
Jiang, if you have time, we can go to the safe and take a look. I will do my best to help you bring the things back to your country."
Jiang Wanxing still trusts Isabella.
After all, old Rodrigo is so old, so his judgment of people should be correct.
Since he handed this matter over to Isabella, he must have his reasons.
What's more, even if there was something fishy about this person, Jiang Wanxing didn't think she could do anything to him.
Jiang Wanxing glanced at the time on his phone and couldn't help but ask, "Now?"
It's already past 11pm local time.
Isn't it too late to check the vault at this time?
Isabella lowered her voice and said, "I can see that my stepmother and Shirley are very hostile to you. Shirley's boyfriend is a gangster. It's safer to go there now."
Jiang Wanxing nodded.
She really needed to take a look in advance at how many of those things there were to facilitate subsequent transportation.
"good."
The three of them went to the safe on the second underground floor.
Jiang Wanxing and Isabella each used the key in their hands to open the door of the safe.
Isabella handed her key to Jiang Wanxing.
"Now, this key should be handed over to you for safekeeping."
Jiang Wanxing took the key and looked at her in surprise.
But then she was stunned by the situation inside the vault.
This safe looks to be about 200 square meters and is filled with various antiques and cultural relics.
Bronze, porcelain, jade, gold and silver... countless.
Many things can be clearly seen as burial objects in ancient tombs.
These are not ordinary antiques, but cultural relics.
Reselling cultural relics is illegal.
Isabella said, "My grandfather loved these things. In addition to the batches he brought back from China when he was young, there are also those he obtained through various auctions over the years.
I never thought that my grandfather would want to leave these things to you now."
Jiang Wanxing looked at the dazzling array of cultural relics in front of him.
"These things are very valuable, and Shirley likes them too. Why don't you like them?"
Not everyone likes Chinese antiques and cultural relics, but everyone likes money.
People die for money, and birds die for food.
This has remained unchanged throughout the ages.
Isabella shook her head and said, "I am a doctor without borders and a pacifist. I respect my grandfather's choice."
Doctors Without Borders is one of the world's largest independent humanitarian medical relief organizations and a non-profit organization.
In many war-torn countries, the governments are completely dysfunctional. When people in those countries are suffering from illness and pain, the only ones who can save them are international rescue organizations like this.
Jiang Wanxing took out his cell phone and carefully took photos of each cultural relic.
There were so many cultural relics that she planned to dispatch a plane from the Gray Iron Delta headquarters to transport them away.
The three of them walked out of the vault.
Jiang Wanxing said to Isabella: "Thank you very much."
“This is what I should do.”
After Isabella said this, she immediately gave Jiang Wanxing another instruction.
"Jiang, you must be careful of Shirley."
"I know. Thanks for the reminder."
After returning to the room, Jiang Wanxing immediately began to arrange for planes and mercenaries to be dispatched from headquarters to escort the cultural relics.
To avoid any further complications, she will take the things away tomorrow.
Two o'clock in the morning.
Jiang Wanxing was originally sleeping, but suddenly opened his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, a figure tiptoed in from outside the door and pointed a gun at her.
The man was holding a pistol, and judging by the length of the muzzle, it should be equipped with a silencer.
The moment the man pulled the trigger.
A slight muffled sound was heard in the room.
The bullet hit the pillow directly.
In the dim bedroom, snow-white feathers fluttered.
The killer seemed to realize that he had missed the target and subconsciously took two steps forward, trying to get a clearer look at the situation on the bed.
However, at this moment, a ceramic cup hit him directly.
The huge force knocked him to the ground, his head bleeding.
Before the killer could react, Jiang Wanxing kicked the gun out of his hand, then stepped on his neck and turned on the light.
“No, no, no!”
The killer was a white man who looked young and strong.
At this moment, he didn't care that his head was still bleeding and begged for mercy.
"I walked into the wrong room, I...I..."
Jiang Wanxing sneered.
"Went to the wrong room? Then can you tell me who you want to kill?"
Just by looking at each other, Jiang Wanxing knew that this man was not a professional killer.
At most, he is an ordinary person who can use a gun.
At this time, Shen Qingyan also woke up after hearing the noise. When he came out from the next room and saw this scene, there was not even a trace of expression on his face.
"Anemone, it seems these people have a lot of opinions about your inheritance."
Jiang Wanxing slowly exerted force on his feet.
"If they have opinions, they should keep them to themselves."
“No, no, no…”
The man wailed.
He was almost out of breath.
Because the man's wailing was so loud, others were alarmed and rushed over.
When Isabella saw the situation in front of her, she was so shocked that she covered her mouth.
Jiang Wanxing half-knelt down, her foot still on the man's neck.
The man's face turned almost as red as liver and he couldn't utter a word.
Jiang Wanxing asked, "Who asked you to come?"
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