1970s: A hot-tempered wife who accompanied a soldier to the military compound and made a fortune.

Chapter 1157 The gangster eats the gangster

There's definitely no time today, and the first snowflake naturally thought of that too.

The two quickly reached an agreement and set the time and place for the transaction the following night. Only then was Chu Xue escorted out.

After leaving the black market, Chuxue headed to the delivery point for the various fruit trees and tea trees that she had arranged to meet with someone beforehand.

Those people were busy dealing with these things and returning home. They even gave Chuxue a lot of money. Both sides were straightforward, and the money and goods were settled quickly. Those people took the money and left.

After the person left, Chu Xue used her mental energy to confirm that it was safe and then put everything away.

To her surprise, someone still noticed her. Luckily, she had a cheat code, otherwise she would have been surrounded and killed.

She frowned. Could it be that those people betrayed her? It was obvious that they acted only after seeing them leave and realizing she was all alone.

Seeing that the encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, she simply entered the space, wanting to see who these people were.

Just a few minutes later, the people outside exclaimed angrily, "Could it be that that little wench knows how to use Earth Shield?"

"Impossible, she must still be in this area. Search her! I don't believe a little bitch could have such great abilities."

Six or seven grown men searched this area thoroughly, practically digging three feet into the ground, but all their efforts came to nothing.

The leader slammed his cigarette butt to the ground, his eyes filled with malice: "Damn it, this is the first time I've ever failed. Keep your mouths shut, I can't afford to lose face like this."

Hearing this, Chuxue in the space thought, "Heh, looks like he's done this kind of thing quite often."

Since that's the case, why not let him experience being double-crossed? After all, they tried to scheme against him.

Anyway, she'll stay one more day tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow they'll be taking a car back to Beijing.

She patiently waited for them to make their three failed raids before returning, then followed the dejected group, watching them enter a courtyard for quite some time before slowly approaching it herself. For some reason, her mental energy range was longer than before; whatever the reason, it was a good thing for her.

After listening in from a secluded spot for a long time, I finally gleaned some useful information. It turned out that one of my subordinates in the black market had become a traitor, and some of her information had been sold to these people. It was my own carelessness; I had always thought I was invincible, and this was a wake-up call.

After scanning the yard, I found it piled with a lot of things. I just didn't know if they had eaten other people's food or if they were also running a black market. Since they dared to take advantage of me, I'll just consider this compensation.

Without any hesitation, they started collecting from the side rooms: soap, brown and white sugar, rock sugar, salt, and a few small quantities of Cantonese specialty pastries. Another side room contained kerosene and various dried seafood. In the main room, they collected cloth, quilts, blankets, towels, thermos flasks, lunch boxes, malted milk powder, milk powder, various needles and thread, various enamelware items, aluminum lunch boxes, and even a 26-inch women's bicycle and a complete set of huanghuali furniture.

Finally, there were two boxes of jewelry and jade, one box of mixed-sized yellow croakers, and another box containing cash and banknotes—about three thousand yuan in cash and a lot of other documents. Well, this was truly a godsend, a godsend that touched her heart.

After collecting most of the items, she realized there was no food left. It seemed they were counting rats, and there must be another place where they hid the food, but she didn't plan to look for it anymore.

Without making a fuss, she stored everything away in her spatial storage. As for when they discovered it or how they went crazy, that was none of her business.

Before going back, she kindly went to the entrance of the black market, found the person who had led her there, and handed him an envelope that had been sealed with glue: "Give this to your boss."

As for whether the item could be delivered intact to that person, and what kind of bloodshed would follow, that was none of her business.

Only he and the black market boss know where the transaction will take place tomorrow. She doesn't plan to change the location. Anyway, she has her own space, so if things go wrong, she can just run away. If that person is not honest, she doesn't mind giving him a big gift.

After finishing my business, I hurried back to the guesthouse. If I didn't go back soon, I was afraid I would run into the early risers, and that wouldn't be good.

Fortunately, everything went well.

After climbing back into her room through the window, she made sure to clean up the barely visible marks outside. After taking a quick bath in her space, she rested there, as she needed to catch up on sleep after a busy night.

(End of this chapter)