Zhang Shan, that bastard, still had several hidden houses scattered around the dark corners of the city that had not yet been visited. Lu Qingqing pedaled her bicycle so fast it felt like it was about to catch fire.
The properties were spread across all four directions of South City. After looking at the distances, she realized this wouldn’t work—running around without a plan would waste too much time.
So she took out a map and marked all those private residences as well as the locations where various Red Committee members lived.
Then she adopted a “nearest first” approach to search.
That turned out to be perfect—she discovered the closest location was only about a kilometer away.
It was a private residence belonging to a minor committee member. The house itself was small, only about forty to fifty square meters, and the courtyard was so tight it barely blocked visibility.
Ordinary people would never build such a courtyard wall—it wasted too much space.
After building it, there was barely enough room to park two tricycles.
Climbing over the wall, Lu Qingqing began her search. There was nothing hidden in the yard, but inside one room she found a basement.
Probably due to lack of experience in building secret rooms, the basement was not well concealed at all, and she found it immediately.
Inside were five large chests, over thirty small gold bars, and various antiques of mediocre quality.
It was obvious the owner wasn’t of high rank and didn’t have much power—good things never reached his hands.
Still, those five chests were enough to let his family live comfortably once the country reopened.
If he had some business sense, this capital could even make him one of South City’s richest people.
Moving systematically, she swept through three houses, then arrived at Zhang Shan’s private residence.
The place was quite shabby, and there weren’t many households nearby.
As soon as she entered the area, she heard barking—lots of it. At least five or six dogs.
When they came closer, she realized they were all stray dogs, filthy and aggressive.
They weren’t afraid of people at all, baring their teeth and lunging at her.
Would Lu Qingqing tolerate that? Of course not.
She pulled out a dagger and went to work.
One stab per dog—soon the bodies were scattered across the ground.
She put the blade away and left quickly, too lazy to even deal with the carcasses.
Leaving them there would at least prevent people from thinking a murder had occurred.
Reaching Zhang Shan’s house, she climbed over the wall and began looting. Anything valuable was taken without exception.
She found fifty-one large chests in this residence alone before quickly leaving.
By the time she finished all this, dawn had broken.
Of course, the harvest was extremely impressive.
Just antique storage chests alone filled over six hundred units. There were eleven chests of small gold bars, five chests of large gold bars, over a million yuan in “Great Unity” notes, and several hundred thousand in other currencies.
Jewelry, silver coins, and copper coins added up to more than forty chests.
She was so exhausted her hands and legs felt weak.
On her way past the Red Committee and Public Security Bureau, she even wrote several anonymous tip-off letters, reporting minor officials who had cases on file.
Her principle was simple: don’t miss anything—take down whoever could be taken down.
Those who deserved to be killed should be killed, those who deserved to be arrested should be arrested.
Passing by a breakfast shop, she also casually bought a large quantity of buns, steamed bread, soy milk, and porridge.
She had space storage, so as long as they were willing to sell, she would buy everything in bulk without hesitation.
When she returned home, she looked no different from someone who had just gone out to buy breakfast.
Only Old Master Lu knew that this granddaughter who never followed the usual rules had definitely gone out to do something big.
Seeing her enter the courtyard, he quickly went up and asked, “Where did you go? I told your father and the others you went to buy breakfast.”
“I just went out for a walk and picked up some breakfast on the way,” Lu Qingqing said sweetly, holding up the food.
Who would have thought she had emptied several houses overnight?
Old Master Lu glanced at her shoes—clean. Then at her clothes—also dry and tidy.
Had he guessed wrong?
“Yes,” she said sincerely, without a trace of guilt.
Before coming home, she had even changed everything from head to toe.
“Grandpa, try this fried dough stick. I specially went more than ten miles to buy it—it’s really fragrant.”
“You child, you could’ve bought it anywhere. Why go so far?” Old Master Lu said with heartache.
“That’s different. This is from a famous century-old shop in South City. Smell it—the aroma is different.”
Old Master Lu took a bite and sniffed it. Indeed, it was different—fragrant with a hint of sweetness.
A sweetness mixed with his granddaughter’s affection.
Even if it tasted bad, it would still feel sweet in his heart. But in fact, it tasted excellent.
At this moment, Lu’s father came over, took a fried dough stick, and while eating lowered his voice:
“Dad, where did you hide that samurai sword? Is it safe?”
“Don’t worry. It’s very safe. Only I know the location.”
Old Master Lu took a big bite and showed no intention of revealing it. Knowing too much wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
As long as he was the only one who knew, any danger would come for him alone.
Lu Qingqing rested her chin on her hand and whispered, “I know a place that’s extremely safe.”
“All the treasures in our courtyard are already hidden there by me. If Grandpa trusts me, you can give everything to me. I guarantee no one will find it.”
“I trust you, but I still can’t tell you,” Old Master Lu shook his head firmly. “It’s too dangerous.”
“In the future, when things stabilize, I’ll build a top-security museum, collect more war trophies, and display that samurai sword for future generations.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, filled with cold determination.
The more the enemy feared humiliation, the more he intended to expose it.
He was not afraid of them at all.
Lu Qingqing gave a thumbs-up. “Grandpa, I’ll sponsor it when the time comes.”
“Good,” Old Master Lu laughed, wrinkles blooming like flowers.
Just as breakfast ended, the courtyard gate was knocked again.
When Lu Qingqing opened it, she was surprised.
It was Mrs. Xu bringing Xu Nana, both carrying bags by their feet.
“Auntie, why are you here?” Lu Qingqing asked in surprise.
“We came to formally acknowledge kinship and also bring you some things.”
Mrs. Xu smiled. “You little girl left so quickly yesterday, didn’t even leave an address. I had to spend quite some effort to find you.”
“You’re too polite, Auntie,” Lu Qingqing said, leading them inside.
Thinking she hadn’t properly explained the rescue from yesterday, she could only brace herself and introduce things awkwardly.