Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

The taxi drove for half an hour and arrived near the headquarters of Fuji Bank. As before, Wang Feng asked the taxi driver to drive to a secluded place nearby, and then he put both the driver and the car into his spatial storage.

As Wang Feng approached the vicinity of Fuji Bank's headquarters, he began to search for the underground vault with his spiritual sense, and soon found it.

The gold in the vault this time is not as much as before, only about twenty tons, and the paper money is estimated to be worth only fifty to sixty million US dollars.

Without saying a word, Wang Feng began collecting the gold and banknotes from the underground vault. In just five minutes, the entire underground vault was emptied by him.

I flagged down another taxi and went to Mitsubishi Bank.

Wang Feng followed suit, emptying the underground vaults of one bank after another. In one day, he had taken the underground vaults of twelve bank headquarters.

It was already past four in the afternoon, and even the taxi driver had been taken into the space by him along with his car, along with more than a dozen other people.

"Beep beep beep!"

Just as he was about to continue collecting, the entire city of Dongjing sounded an alarm, as if it had been invaded by aliens.

Seeing this, Wang Feng knew it was no longer safe to accept the money. It must be that one bank discovered the theft of its underground vault and then contacted other banks, discovering that the underground vaults of more than a dozen banks had all been robbed. This was definitely a huge blow to their livelihood, which was why the alarm was raised throughout the city.

Wang Feng quickly found an ordinary house, took the bachelor inside into his spatial storage, retrieved the key from the house, opened the door, and went inside.

After closing the door, he took stock of all his gains for the day.

Including his first purchase at the headquarters of the Great Dog Bank, he has now acquired a total of 220 tons of gold, $8.2 million, £1.8 million, and 2880 billion yen.

In this era, one US dollar could be exchanged for 360 Japanese yen, and 2880 billion Japanese yen was exactly eight hundred million US dollars.

If all the banknotes collected this time were converted into US dollars, the total would be US$21.2 billion; if converted into Hong Kong dollars, the total would be HK$121 billion.

His total gold holdings now amount to 280 tons, and combined with the HK$125 billion he previously looted from the underground vault of HSBC in Hong Kong, this is an astronomical figure.

That's 59 years! Not counting the 280 tons of gold in his space, even just HK$125 billion, how much could that buy?

Currently, China has a population of less than 700 million. If we calculate based on a population of 650 million, and he uses HK$125 billion to import coarse grains from abroad at HK$0.3 per kilogram, he can buy 416 billion kilograms of grain. Assuming each person eats 1.2 kilograms per day, the coarse grains he buys with HK$125 billion can supply the entire country for 53 days.

That's terrifying. This doesn't even include the gold in his space. If the gold were converted into food, this place could feed the entire nation for another three months or so.

In other words, all the wealth in his current space is enough to supply the food supply for 6.5 million people across the country for about five months.

However, he is not some kind of indiscriminately kind-hearted saint; he will not actually donate money or food, and the famine in the country is not something he can solve.

Suppressing his excitement, Wang Feng took out the food from his spatial storage and began to eat.

After finishing the meal, I brewed a pot of tea, took out a Zhonghua cigarette, and smoked it while drinking the tea.

Before he had even finished his tea, Wang Feng saw countless soldiers, armed to the teeth, appear on the street. A group of ordinary people on the street, thinking there were terrorists, panicked and ran home.

Wang Feng didn't dare to enter the space anymore. Who knew if these little devils would come to check on him or something? He couldn't see what was happening outside from inside the space; it was all completely dark.

Wang Feng no longer cares about the chaos outside. Since he's staying at the old bachelor's house, it's difficult to trace him unless they check each house.

After a busy day, plus the day and night he had spent in a taxi, he hadn't slept for almost 36 hours.

He took out his large bed from his storage space and went straight to sleep.

That old bachelor's bed is so dirty and smelly, it's disgusting, I wouldn't dare sleep in it.

......

When I woke up, it was already six o'clock the next morning.

Wang Feng took out food from his spatial storage, ate and drank his fill, smoked two cigarettes, and when he saw that the soldiers and officers on the street were gone, he opened the door and swaggered out.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to lock the door for the old bachelor, a good habit he had always cultivated.

Once on the street, he could vaguely see some heavily armed soldiers patrolling, but he was too skilled and daring to care.

With current firearms, their lethality against him is limited. After all, with a top speed of 180 mph, he won't just stand there and let them aim at him. If all else fails, he can store the bullets in his spatial storage or even enter the spatial storage to temporarily take cover.

He was coming to Xiao Ri this time with the intention of going on a killing spree. Some secrets were hard to hide, but it didn't matter. As long as they didn't see what he looked like, he wasn't afraid.

Yesterday he saw the surveillance footage at various banks. Fortunately, he acted carefully and was not exposed to the surveillance. Otherwise, if they had connected the dots, he would have become the prime suspect.

Wang Feng waited on the street for a minute or two, and when he saw a taxi passing by, he flagged it down.

"Go to Yasukuni Shrine."

"Hi."

Any taxi driver stopped by Wang Feng could only be considered to have encountered a ghost on his way out. He didn't let any of them go, since only taxi drivers had seen his true face and knew where he had been. Letting them go would risk exposing him.

In any case, he considered the lives of ordinary people to be worse than those of animals, so he wouldn't feel any psychological burden when he took action.

......

An hour and a half later.

When the taxi arrived near the Yasukuni Shrine, Wang Feng repeated the process, instructing the taxi driver to drive to a secluded spot before storing the driver and the taxi in his spatial storage.

Looking at the Yasukuni Shrine, where incense burned brightly and where people flocked to worship these Class A war criminals, Wang Feng gritted his teeth in hatred.

Without hesitation, he quickly took out a black hood from his spatial storage and put it on. He also took out a 500-pound shield and a 100-pound broadsword and charged towards the Yasukuni Shrine.