With food practically delivered to her doorstep, how could Lu Qingqing possibly let it go? Of course she couldn’t.
She immediately searched the courtyard and soon found a hidden room.
Inside were not antiques or cultural relics, but ten boxes of gold bars and cash.
Five boxes were “Great Unity” notes, each box containing 200,000, totaling one million. There was also over one million in foreign exchange, in various currencies.
No one knew what Zhang Shan had been preparing all this money for, but Lu Qingqing showed no courtesy—she took everything into her space.
In another hidden room, she discovered guns and ammunition. Not as many as Zhang Cheng’s stash, but still substantial: thirty firearms and ten boxes of bullets.
Even a mosquito’s leg is still meat—let alone a fat one. Lu Qingqing happily stored it all away.
She also found a large amount of rice, flour, grain, and oil in another room, and naturally took everything without hesitation.
After quickly finishing her search and confirming nothing was left behind, she took out her bicycle and chased in the direction Zhang Shan had left.
Unfortunately, she had spent too much time looting, and Zhang Shan had left on a bicycle as well, so she failed to catch up.
Unwilling to accept it, she turned her bicycle and headed toward the courtyard she remembered Zhang Shan lived in.
She wanted to see whether he had moved—or was still living there. If he was still there, she would not let him go.
Not emptying him out was simply impossible.
Zhang Shan’s residence was in the wealthy district, where all the courtyards were grand estates once owned by rich families of the southern city.
Now, the residents were still the same type—either powerful officials or wealthy elites.
His courtyard was near the roadside and easy to find. When Lu Qingqing arrived, the yard was dark, with only three distinct breathing sounds inside.
She quietly climbed over the wall and entered the main bedroom. Seeing the person on the bed, she finally relaxed.
Yes, this was Zhang Shan’s home. The woman sleeping there was his wife, Wang Li—a lovesick, brainless woman.
Wang Li came from a powerful family. Her parents and brothers all worked in government offices, making them a dominant force in the southern city.
It was said Zhang Shan had relied on his wife’s family connections to become deputy director of the Red Committee.
In her previous life, this woman had lived a life of wealth and comfort, with obedient, successful children.
But who knew how many lives had been trampled beneath her “good fortune”?
Lu Qingqing did not believe—and would never accept—that she had nothing to do with Zhang Shan’s crimes.
Suppressing her anger, she used sleeping powder to knock Wang Li out, then went to the two rooms where the lighter breathing came from and drugged Zhang Shan’s two children as well.
Only after that did she begin her full search.
First was the study. There weren’t many books, but the room was spacious. On the wall hung a painting—apparently a masterpiece by Zheng Banqiao.
Lu Qingqing couldn’t tell if it was real, but she took it into her space without hesitation. Soon, the study was completely emptied.
She also discovered a hidden door inside the study. It was so well made it blended seamlessly with the wall.
Only a faint discoloration from frequent touching revealed it.
Beyond the hidden door was a secret room containing ten large chests.
She opened the first—filled entirely with “Great Unity” notes, estimated at over one hundred thousand.
The second contained foreign currency, tightly packed. She immediately stored it away.
The remaining eight chests were full of gold, silver, jewelry, and headpieces—all high-quality items.
Clearly, these were stolen goods carefully selected and hidden by Zhang Shan.
If it was valuable, she took it all.
After finishing the study, she moved on to the storage room. Surprisingly, it wasn’t filled with clutter but with luxury gifts.
Even cigarettes labeled “Zhonghua”—when opened, were stuffed with cash inside. Whatever “gift” this was, Zhang Shan probably never even checked it.
Now, it all benefited Lu Qingqing.
After an hour, she had completely emptied Zhang Shan’s home.
After thinking it over, she didn’t go home but instead turned toward Wei Guangming’s house.
He was her deepest enemy. Not dealing with them immediately in her rebirth had already been letting them off easy.
In this life—heh.
A cruel smile appeared on her face. She would make that entire family suffer badly.
She pedaled her bicycle hard and arrived at the Wei family home.
Wei Chunsheng was deputy factory director of the machinery plant. Normally, they should have lived in the factory compound, but they didn’t.
Instead, they bought a small courtyard near the workers’ housing area.
That made things even easier for Lu Qingqing.
She was extremely familiar with this house—she had lived there for half her previous life.
With almost no effort, she slipped inside, found the couple and their son’s rooms, and used sleeping powder to knock all three unconscious.
Then she quietly began looting. Anything valuable went straight into her space.
Hidden rooms, boxes—nothing was spared. Even the bed in Wei Chunsheng’s bedroom was taken.
Not because she was picky, but because it was made of expensive rosewood.
While searching Wei Guangming’s room, she saw his sleeping face and fury exploded in her mind.
Without hesitation, she took out a knife and cut off his manhood.
Even in deep unconsciousness, Wei Guangming’s face twisted in agony—but he never woke.
The sedative was simply too strong.
Lu Qingqing was very satisfied. The formula she brought from the apocalypse truly worked.
Finally, she found a hidden entrance in the kitchen corner of the Wei house.
Inside, she froze for a moment—then relaxed.
It was settled!
A radio station.
This was the strongest proof that Wei Chunsheng was a foreign spy.
She also placed the account books she had found in other parts of the house next to it.
After a moment’s thought, she decided not to touch anything else inside the secret room.
Whatever was there would be left for the public security bureau.
With that decision, she left the Wei house and ran straight to the public security bureau.
Using her left hand, she wrote an anonymous report and threw it into the guard post with a stone.
Then she hid in the shadows and watched.
Seeing the guard’s expression change and the alarm being raised, she felt reassured.
The emergency whistle sounded. Officers rushed out from the dormitories and quickly assembled.
Soon, the Wei family of three was arrested while still unconscious, and their home was found completely stripped bare.
The officers looked at the empty house, their mouths twitching.
This thief was ruthless.
They even wondered whether the informant and the thief were connected—maybe even working together?
If so… this group of thieves was surprisingly righteous.
A splash of cold water woke Wei Chunsheng.
He opened his eyes and saw the officers standing in front of him—and froze.
What was going on?
Wasn’t he just sleeping at home?
Why were the public security officers here?
Wait… could it be—
He shivered violently, all drowsiness gone, fear surging up in his heart.