“Wow, Tuanzi has so much cash? Does that mean I’ve become a rich lady? But it’s the 1970s—what does a million in cash even mean back then?”
“When the college entrance exams resume, I’ll buy a siheyuan in Beijing, buy land in Pengcheng, become a landlady, sleep until I wake naturally every day… Tuanzi, just imagining it feels amazing.”
“Look at you, with so much capital in hand. You can use part of it to buy a siheyuan, some land, and invest the rest in business.”
“In the ’70s and ’80s, being a little bold in business could make you fabulously wealthy. Don’t you want to be a billionaire?”
“There’s so much wealth in the space, yet you just think of sitting and waiting to die—aren’t you ashamed?”
“Sister, with your conditions, you could make heaps of money anywhere. Don’t you want to build a fortune for your children?”
“Otherwise, when you see those super-rich people doing this or that, you’ll feel envious—and by then, it’ll be too late.”
“So, sister, seize the opportunity. If others can do it, you can too. Don’t be content with just that one million in cash.”
“Sister, don’t let the people of this era fool you. Many appear poor but are pretending. They hide their wealth. Do you think all those skyscrapers that sprouted after the Reform and Opening were free? Where do you think that money came from?”
An Ning was speechless. Indeed, her vision was too narrow. She had seen the world before—she had hundreds of billions in cash in her previous life, and she never acted so boastful.
Yet now, holding just a million in cash, she felt so elated—it was really inappropriate. Thankfully, Tuanzi’s words reminded her, or she might have missed the best era to make her fortune.
The elders had always said that the ’60s and ’70s were full of treasures, and she thought they exaggerated.
But during these recent collections, seeing stacks of large yellow croakers in boxes, she was genuinely shocked.
In the future, buying a gold ring costs thousands. Anyone with rings, necklaces, or dragon-phoenix bracelets would flaunt them everywhere.
An Ning didn’t go into the warehouses, but seeing them filled with supplies worried her. There were so many goods that even ten lifetimes wouldn’t be enough—especially rice and flour.
Back then, the most hoarded items were staples, in case she arrived somewhere without food. That’s why she emptied several granaries.
If not for fear of being watched by someone with ill intent, she would have collected even more. Overseeing her conquered territories, she felt extremely satisfied and safe.
After leaving the space, she lay on her hospital bed and fell asleep instantly.
She didn’t know that everything she did tonight had been watched by a pair of eyes.
Su Sinian was curious, wondering what was inside her space. Did she have a trading platform like his? He had only gotten his space yesterday and hadn’t stored much. He knew there was a trading platform in one of the courtyards but hadn’t used it yet.
Early the next morning, the hospital was buzzing with chatter. Many were discussing it, and excited whispers echoed in the corridors.
An Ning quietly perked her ears, hoping to catch useful information.
At that moment, a woman in her thirties was animatedly talking, foam flying from her mouth. A few other women stood nearby, listening with bright eyes.
“I’m telling you, when I came just now, I passed the municipal compound. I saw dozens of people from the residents’ committee and the police standing there.”
“I also heard someone was reported for having contraband and foreign-language books at home.”
“And it wasn’t just one family—it was three! You wouldn’t believe the chaos inside—crying, screaming—but soon, several people were dragged out by the raid committee and the police.”
“They were shouting and cursing. Turns out they had already raided one family, and these were the ones from my family.”
“They even found a few hidden compartments, but most were empty. They only found one box in the bedroom, which had account books and evidence of the misdeeds those people had committed.”
“When I was looking, people were sitting at the gate, refusing to leave. I heard from the police that they would have to bring in more people to deal with these families.”
“Oh my, hearing you say that, those families sound like huge corrupt officials. Look at all the things they did—they couldn’t be handled by the police or the raid committee. In all these years, it’s the first time I’ve seen this.”
“Yes, if it were just ordinary embezzlement, the dozens of police and committee members could handle it. Why did they need extra support?”
After the discussion, everyone looked at each other and dared not speak further. They dispersed quickly.
These days, people didn’t even dare gossip. Saying sensitive words could get you labeled a counterrevolutionary or stirring trouble among the masses.
Severe cases could even lead to “eating peanuts” (punishment). So it was best to keep your mouth shut and not spill everything.
An Ning, having heard the information she wanted, paid no more attention. With so much evidence, the three scumbags definitely couldn’t escape.
She had already avenged the original owner. Tonight, the remaining task was to deal with the female lead, Jiang Sisi.
Meanwhile, at the Jiang household, a domestic battle was unfolding. The house had been emptied two nights ago—the very night Jiang Sisi returned home.
The eldest mother and daughter spent the morning openly and subtly scolding Jiang Sisi, calling her a jinx and a money-loser, questioning why they had brought her from the countryside.
Now, having returned and finding the house emptied, did she bring in country bumpkins to ransack the home?
Jiang Sisi grew anxious. She had indeed brought someone back, but so what? As long as she didn’t admit it, who could prove it was her doing?
Jiang Yan and her mother, seeing Jiang Sisi’s plump, stubborn face, were furious.
Mother and daughter tried to hit Jiang Sisi—they wanted to beat this troublemaker to death.
Previously, when An Ning was there, household chores were taken care of. The women could come home and eat prepared meals.
But now, Jiang Sisi expected to be served daily. Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but in such a sensitive era, no one dared to hire servants.
So, the household chores fell to these women.
On the first day, Jiang Sisi broke two bowls, causing Jiang Yun and her mother to flare up, sniffing and glaring.