Chapter 32: Toys

A car and a truck drove out of the office.

The truck that followed was used to move goods.

They drove all the way to the right road outside the temple and found their destination. It turned out to be a private house. The wooden door was very sturdy. There was a brass lock on the outside.

Technically unlock the door. Go in. There is no one inside.

He went straight to the backyard and opened the trapdoor in the patio. A dark cellar appeared.

Inside the cellar was the fortune that Lou Qingcheng had hidden.

He lit a firecracker. The cellar was barely illuminated. There was an iron staircase that he could go down.

He went down.

There was an iron door.

It didn't need a key. It was an ancient combination lock.

There were a total of six gears. Each gear corresponded to ten numbers. It was still very scientific.

All six numbers must match before it can be opened.

The difficulty level is comparable to the PIN numbers for bank cards in later generations. If you guess blindly, you may not be able to crack it for months. Unless you're really lucky.

Fortunately, Lou Qingcheng revealed the password. This password is known only to him.

He waves his hand. Indicating that the others should stand back.

This password is known only to him.

Zhang Yong personally turns the combination lock. One by one, the numbers correspond.

'Click!'

The sound of the lock disengaging comes from inside the iron door.

Zhang Yong pulled the door open with all his strength. He had succeeded.

'Ah...'

Zhong Yang, Wu Liuqi and the others were all in awe.

They had never seen so much gold and silver jewellery. It was almost piled up to the ceiling!

My goodness!

There were piles and piles of silver dollars alone. Countless.

There were also many rare treasures.

There were also many antiques and paintings.

There were also many boxes, and one didn't know what was inside.

Zhang Yong walked in and first checked the antiques and paintings.

He picked them up one by one. Familiar names came into view.

Su Shi's 'Clouds in the Sky' ...

Liu Zongyuan's 'Returning to the Xiang River' ...

The other names were also familiar. But he didn't delve deeper.

He continued to look.

He opened all the surrounding boxes. He found some more individually collected calligraphy and paintings.

Among them, one seemed to be by Mi Fu?

What was it called?

'Inscribed with the Character for Mountain'?

I don't really know much about it. But I'm sure it's a good idea to take it back.

If Boss Dai likes it, my future prospects will be even better. Even if it's just a second-rate brand, it can still play a major role.

He immediately packed all the antiques and took them away in a box. He loaded them into the car.

He didn't record them. He treated them as if they didn't exist.

'Zhongyang!'

'Wu Liuji!'

'You two are in charge of inventorying the other assets! Make a list!'

He gave the order, got into the car and drove off.

He drove back to the base in a hurry and brought all the antiques and paintings to Li Boqi.

'You're back so soon?' Li Boqi's expressionless.

'They're all antiques and paintings. I brought them back first,' Zhang Yong opened the box.

'Do you have any by Mi Fu or Wu Daozi?'

'There is one. It's called Yan Shan Ming.'

'Not bad. It's a good thing. Take it out separately. Find time to give it to Boss Dai.'

'I'll give it to you, team leader. You go and give it to him,'

'Okay.'

Li Boqi didn't refuse either. He accepted the Yan Shan Ming.

Zhang Yong then picked up the two calligraphy works by Liu Zongyuan and Su Shi. He had no way of telling whether they were authentic. He wondered if they were real.

If they were all real, then the Japanese had caused too much harm.

They had secretly collected so many treasures. It was too bad.

'Let's give them to Boss Dai. They're too hot for us to keep,' said Li Boqi. "As for authenticity, we'll leave it to Boss Dai to judge. He's very good at this.'

'That would be best," said Zhang Yongyu, and they presented them together. They were individually wrapped.

Li Boqi carefully stored them away.

He looked back at the other items and expressed little interest.

'You can keep them for now. When you have time, find an auction house and sell them all. Keep half of the money for yourself and give half to the team.'

'Me?'

'Of course. You are the first person to handle them. They cannot go through anyone else's hands.'

'Yes.'

'You have to go in person. Use a fake name. You cannot let anyone else do it.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong vaguely understood.

He had not been part of the system in his previous life. There were really a lot of things he didn't understand.

'Make sure you seal their mouths. Tell them not to mention any antiques or paintings. Otherwise, Boss Dai will be unhappy.'

'Understood.'

'Arrange for Lou Qingcheng to be treated for his injuries. Roast him slowly. He must still have assets hidden elsewhere.'

'Understood.'

Zhang Yong immediately went out to make the arrangements. Then he drove to Lou's house.

What was the purpose of this visit? To personally inventory the goods that Lou Qingcheng had left behind. Li Boqi had deliberately not mentioned that he was giving Zhang Yong the authority to handle this personally.

Dig up Meng Chaowei, and everyone at the Lixing Society will benefit greatly.

Now that they've dug up Lou Qingcheng, that's a fat fish too. Naturally, Zhang Yong wants to get some extra benefits.

It is said that for digging up Meng Chaowei, the Sixth-Class Baoding Medal is already on its way.

Now that they've dug up Lou Qingcheng, it's estimated that they'll get a Fifth-Class one.

Inevitably, Zhang Yong is a bit carried away.

He is a layman. Laymen are easily overwhelmed by various temptations.

Arrived at Lou's house.

No skills to pick the lock. Ring the doorbell.

Soon, the iron door opened cautiously. Behind the door was Pei Lan's frightened face.

Zhang Yong's eyes sank.

This woman, indeed, is pretty. The devils got off easy.

Damn...

He actually wanted to get her.

Li Boqi's words made him feel a certain strong sense of possession.

At this moment, what can she do, all alone and helpless?

"You...'

'Go in!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong's tone was cold.

Pei Lan was even more terrified. She hurriedly closed the door.

'You don't have any servants?'

'No...'

'How do you do the cleaning?'

'I hire an auntie. Or my younger sister comes to help.'

'Your younger sister...'

Zhang Yong's voice came to a sudden halt. He saw a young girl standing on the front steps.

She looked a bit like Pei Lan. Only more delicate. More youthful and beautiful.

'Officer, this is my younger sister, Pei Xue!'

'Pei Xue, come and meet the officer!'

Pei Lan waved with a forced smile. Inside, she was still terrified.

She was becoming more and more aware of the consequences of her situation.

Pei Xue cautiously walked over. She bowed low. In a low voice, she said, 'Hello, officer...'

'Hello,' Zhang Yong nodded. They entered the hall.

Pei Lan closed the door behind them.

Suddenly, she hugged Zhang Yong tightly from behind.

'What are you doing?'

'Sir, I, I, I am willing to serve you...'

'What?'

'If you don't mind, my sister and I are willing to serve you for the rest of our lives and be your women...'

'Your sister?'

Zhang Yong was really a little surprised.

He could understand Pei Lan doing something like this. It was because he was the straw that saved her life.

In the face of absolute power, she was just a beautiful toy.

If she didn't want to die, she had to give up her body.

This was the reality.

In this era, there was no law to speak of.

Especially in the face of the Li Xing Society, what is the law? According to the law, the crime of espionage is punishable by death.

He just didn't expect her to sacrifice her own sister.

He was no saint either. He didn't move. He let her hold him. He enjoyed the softness from behind.

'I do...' Pei Xue carefully knelt on the ground.

It was obvious that she was also very nervous.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but say:

'I know I'm not clean and I'm not worthy of you. But Pei Xue is innocent...'

'Go to the bedroom...'

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