Chapter 43: Chronicle of the Sixties 3
In the original body's memory, there was such a comprador capitalist. When the country was in turmoil, he relied on some extraordinary means to make a fortune.
After the establishment of the new country, we cleaned the house first and then invited guests, so of course we had to deal with these people first.
The capitalist's residence has now become the office of a public official. When boxes of ill-gotten gains were found in the house, it shocked the entire capital, and people still talk about it now.
Feng Wu was thinking about whether he could come and pick up some bargains. After all, he was a capitalist, so he wouldn't put all his eggs in only one basket, right?
The environment here is quiet and not many people pass by.
That’s right, in extraordinary times, no one wants to have anything to do with capitalists.
This was a convenient opportunity for Feng Wu. With one leap, she climbed onto an ancient cypress tree in the courtyard. She subconsciously glanced at the tree and wondered, "Aren't most ancient cypress trees planted in cemeteries?"
This capitalist has such a big cypress tree planted in his house, no wonder he went bankrupt!
Feng Wu hid among the branches of the cypress tree and scanned the entire villa three times with his spiritual sense. He felt dizzy and had no results.
Feng Wu was not disappointed even though she did not find the gold she was looking for. If she couldn't find it in the east house, she could look in the west house. She had omnipotent spiritual sense, so finding things was easy for her.
It's the aftereffect of excessive use of spiritual consciousness, and this mortal body can't bear it.
Feng Wu waited until he had regained his dizziness while lying on the tree. When he was about to get down, his hand accidentally touched a branch and his eyes flashed.
She seemed to have discovered something extraordinary!
Without caring about the stinging pain in his sea of consciousness, Feng Wu immediately used his spiritual sense to probe underground along the cypress tree. By the time his spiritual sense found the target, Feng Wu's forehead was already covered with cold sweat.
After letting out a long breath, Feng Wu simply sat on a tree branch and concentrated on meditating and practicing.
There is no time in practice!
When she opened her eyes again, it was pitch black all around her. It was dark, and it was the perfect time for her to take action.
After sensing that there was no one within a hundred meters, Feng Wu immediately groped for the branch and pulled it hard. There were two loud bangs and a one-meter square hole appeared on the ground.
Feng Wu jumped down from the tree and swiftly descended along the entrance. The cave was pitch black. After walking for about ten minutes, he finally reached the flat ground.
Feng Wu took out a mermaid pearl that glowed starry blue from the cave, and the small cave was soon illuminated by the mermaid pearl's bright light.
Holding the mermaid pearl, he walked to several large wooden boxes and opened them one by one to examine them. Feng Wu was not very interested in the antique calligraphy and paintings in two of the boxes. Taking these things out now would only cause trouble.
I opened another box, which was full of jewelry and jade ornaments. These things were not valuable at this time.
Feng Wu also turned over the remaining two boxes.
There was a box full of books. Feng Wu flipped through them casually. They were all ancient rare and precious books, which Feng Wu was not interested in.
His eyes were fixed on the last mahogany box filled with yellow croakers of all sizes. The box was not big, but the bright golden color inside made Feng Wu's eyes shine.
Finally, the trip wasn't in vain! Time was tight, and she simply didn't have the time or energy to accumulate a batch of initial capital.
He put the entire box of gold bars into the cave without any hesitation, covered the rest carefully, and used his spiritual sense to seal a layer of barrier to better preserve the things inside. He hoped that these things would see the light of day again one day.
After looking around again, he found that the cave was not big, only about ten square meters. Feng Wu touched the soil on the wall, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. His face changed and his spiritual consciousness immediately probed underground.
It turned out that there was indeed a tomb under the ground, but it was very small. The owner of the tomb was probably just a landlord or something like that.
Feng Wu didn't know what to say. He could only say that capitalists were awesome. They actually dared to live on a dead person's head.
After getting what he wanted, Feng Wu cleaned up the traces left behind, and then left like a ghost in the dark night.
It was easy for Fengwu to find the black market. After searching for a while in the winding alleys, he saw a man squatting stealthily at the entrance of the alley, smoking, the scarlet cigarette butt flickering in the dark.
After Feng Wu's training, his hearing and eyesight became sharper. He walked over openly and stated his purpose directly, "I want to sell some goods to Brother Zhou."
This Brother Zhou appeared many times in the original body's memory. In the previous life, the original body came to the black market to buy food and knew that there was a man named Brother Zhou who was very successful in the black market.
When Fengwu is looking for someone to sell the stolen goods, he naturally has to find someone who can handle it!
The man slowly extinguished the cigarette in his hand and said slowly, "What kind of stuff?"
"Yellow croaker!"
The man finally opened his narrowed eyes and said hesitantly, "I don't think I've seen you before? Who introduced you here?"
Feng Wu was silent for a moment, then said honestly, "No one introduced me, I just came here because of your reputation. Don't worry, I have no ill intentions. I'll leave after I sell the things."
The man frowned and kept looking behind Feng Wu. In the dark night, he could detect the movements around him through smells and subtle footsteps.
This is the main reason why he was assigned to be the doorman.
The man didn't smell any other scent on Feng Wu, and didn't want to miss this deal, so he casually asked, "How much can you offer?"
Feng Wu thought about it and realized that apart from practicing and working on the farm, she would use the rest of her time to look for her original grandfather. She hadn't contacted her grandfather yet and didn't know if he had suffered any hardship.
"Ten sticks, maybe? Can you finish them?" If they couldn't finish them, she would find another way.
The squinting-eyed man was shocked by the words of a little girl whose hair had not yet grown out.
He couldn't see the girl's face clearly in the darkness, but he felt that she was not a threat. There were more than ten men, so how could they be afraid of a teenage girl? He put the half-smoked cigarette back to his ear, rubbed his cold palms, and whispered, "Wait here, someone will come to talk to you later."
After waiting for more than ten minutes, Feng Wu indeed heard the footsteps of two people.
The squinting-eyed man greeted the two people who came over, "Brother Zhou, Xiaoliang, this girl said there was yellow croaker!"
The man called Brother Zhou patted the squinting man's shoulder and his eyes fell on Feng Wu's face. It was too dark at night and he couldn't see clearly what the man looked like.
"Did you bring your things?"
Feng Wu nodded and patted the khaki shoulder bag on his back, "I brought it. How much is the price?" Feng Wu had a foundation in martial arts, so he was naturally not afraid of these ordinary people.
Brother Zhou glanced at the squinting-eyed man beside him. The squinting-eyed man shook the man's arm, meaning that there was indeed gold in the bag. He had just heard the sound of gold colliding coming out of the bag when he tapped it.
Although the sound was very faint, his ears could not be mistaken.
Brother Zhou naturally trusted his brother, and his tone was a little less cold and hard as before. "The items you want to exchange are worth a lot, and you don't have any money with you. Will you come with me?"
Feng Wu nodded. "Okay."
Brother Zhou paused, a little impressed, and said, "You're quite brave, little girl. Aren't you afraid that we might rob you?"
Feng Wu thought it was still uncertain who would eat whom, but he still showed a little nervousness on his face, and flattered him subtly, "I believe in Brother Zhou's character."
Brother Zhou is in this black market. He has seen all kinds of people and heard all kinds of words. He just smiled when he heard it. He himself didn't know what kind of person he was.
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