In a dark room, seven or eight boxes were found. Two boxes were neatly filled with small yellow croakers, two boxes contained cash, amounting to over ten thousand yuan, two boxes contained gold, silver and jade artifacts, and two boxes contained calligraphy and paintings and antiques.
Li Xiyue accepted them all without hesitation.
They searched each room one by one, gradually taking away cash, cigarette oil, watches, radios, fabrics, and even a sewing machine.
I'll be able to use the cloth and cotton to make clothes and blankets myself later.
After searching all the rooms, Li Xiyue went to the backyard and found that it was a row of storage rooms. In one of the rooms, someone was on night watch, playing cards, drinking, and making a ruckus.
Li Xiyue bought a mist from her spatial storage and used it to confuse everyone in the room.
She swaggered in, and the warehouse was filled with sacks. Li Xiyue used a dagger to cut open one of the sacks and found it contained rice.
Looking at the white rice, Li Xiyue's eyes curved into crescents. She put it all into her spatial storage. She was worried about not having enough food, and this was practically sending her food.
Other warehouses were filled with flour, sweet potatoes, corn, pumpkins, potatoes, cabbage, and other items such as oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, cigarettes, and alcohol.
Only after emptying all the warehouses did Li Xiyue leave, satisfied.
They went straight home, and it was almost dawn. Xiaobai said there was no one in the house, and she didn't know where Li Bowen and Wang Huilan had gone. Needless to say, the siblings were probably still in the hospital, and they probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least three to five days.
After washing up in the space, Li Xiyue drank some well water and ate a meat bun that she had packed from a state-run restaurant.
The steamed buns were still warm, just like when they were first bought. Only then did Li Xiyue realize that time in the warehouse was frozen; things were exactly as they were when they were put in.
That would be so much more convenient. She could cook a lot when she was busy, and just take it out to eat when she felt lazy. She could have a hot meal anytime, which was perfect for a lazy person like her.
She already has 287,989 yuan in cash in her space bank, 1,768 small yellow croakers, thousands of gold, silver and jade artifacts, hundreds of antique paintings and calligraphy, and plenty of fine and coarse grains. This is enough for her to use for three lifetimes.
Thinking that she would never have to worry about making a living for the rest of her life and could just lie around like a lazy bum, Li Xiyue fell asleep peacefully in the space.
Little White obediently lay by the bedside, its ears twitching as it kept a close eye on what was happening outside.
"Where are they? Where did they go? The goods have been stolen!" A henchman who was moving goods in the black market was about to enter the warehouse to retrieve the goods when he opened the door and found it completely empty. He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Soon, everyone in the house was awakened. Chen Xiong also rushed back after receiving the news. He was stunned to find the warehouse empty.
"Brother Xiong, the things in the darkroom are gone too." At this moment, a woman with disheveled hair ran out and said in a panic.
A surge of emotion welled up in Chen Xiong's heart, and he rushed into his room, opened the darkroom, and found it empty. He collapsed to the ground, as if his soul had been ripped away.
There were nearly thirty people in the house, including men, women, adults, and children, but not one of them noticed that their home had been burgled.
There were no signs of forced entry, and the items simply vanished.
The night watchman didn't dare to breathe loudly, thinking that he was drunk and that's why the warehouse was emptied.
Chen Xiong knew he had run into some big shots in the underworld, so he scrambled to find his boss.
When Chen Xiong arrived at the house of the eldest brother, Black Cripple, he told him everything.
The man with a limp was over fifty years old, his hair all white. He had a cigar in his mouth and couldn't believe it. "The thing just vanished into thin air?"
His ancestors were bandits, with a notorious reputation in the underworld. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he changed his profession and started tomb raiding. As times changed year by year, he later opened a black market and made a lot of money by buying low and selling high. He also did a lot of double-crossing.
This was the first time he had ever been eaten by someone else, and he even wondered if Chen Xiong in front of him had gotten his brain caught in a door and was talking nonsense.
"Yes, Mr. Blackie, there are indeed no signs of theft," Chen Xiong said, forcing a smile.
The black-clad man's slightly cloudy eyes gleamed with a murderous aura. "Who do you think did it?"
"Perhaps they are our enemies, perhaps..."
The cripple interrupted him, "Old Xiong, it wasn't you, was it?"
"Brother Hei, even if you gave me a hundred lives, I wouldn't dare! I've followed you for so many years, don't you know what kind of person I am?" Chen Xiong was so frightened that he knelt down.
The cripple stared at him, and seeing that he didn't seem to be acting, he laughed, "Look how nervous you are. I was just asking casually. Get up, or people will laugh at you."
Chen Xiong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Boss Hei, should I take the brothers to investigate?"
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