Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

It was already 2:30 a.m. when Wang Feng returned to the villa. He closed the door and entered the space.

This time, the amount of jadeite is ten times that of before. He doesn't know if it will be enough to upgrade the Water of Life, but he doesn't have high hopes. Based on the gradual increase in the amount before, he estimates that if he wants to upgrade again, the amount would need to be at least thirty times that of the last time.

Under his mental control, the jade stones in the spatial warehouse transformed into streaks of green light and poured into the stone pool.

Then there is no more then.

With a sigh, Wang Feng knew that the probability of upgrading the Water of Life this time was extremely low, but he was still somewhat disappointed.

Without thinking further, he left the space, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

......

Early the next morning.

Wang Feng was woken up again by Ninth Master's knocking. He quickly got dressed, washed up, and went downstairs.

Right now, Ninth Master and the others are all waiting for him to come down for breakfast. No one dares to eat until he comes down.

"Young Master Wang."

"Please sit down."

Wang Feng looked at Ninth Master and asked, "Have the foreigners sent over the documents yet?"

Ninth Master stood up, bowed, and replied, "It was delivered half an hour ago, Young Master Wang. Are you sure you don't need a liaison officer to guide you?"

Wang Feng shook his head: "No need, I have my own channels over there, I can get there much faster by myself. Let's eat, and after breakfast, I'll arrange for someone to take me to the airport."

"Yes, Young Master Wang."

For breakfast, Aunt Zhang made meat buns, fried dough sticks, and lean meat porridge. Wang Feng ate seven or eight meat buns and drank three bowls of lean meat porridge.

Everyone was used to Wang Feng's large appetite; they all knew he could eat a lot. Whenever Wang Feng came, Aunt Zhang would know without asking that she would increase the amount of food served.

After finishing breakfast, it was already past eight o'clock. He didn't even have time to drink tea. He took the various documents and the passport issued by the foreigners from Ninth Master, and Fourth Brother arranged for a security guard to drive him to the airport in a Mercedes.

He arrived at the airport at 10:30, hurriedly checked in, boarded the plane, and went to first class.

Wang Feng never imagined that first class existed in this day and age; he thought it was all economy class.

Even first class is just so-so. In this day and age, it's good enough to have a plane to fly in. Wang Feng doesn't have any particular requirements in this regard.

The first class cabin had twelve seats and smoking was allowed, which was a unique feature of that era.

Including him, there are currently eight people in first class, all of them men, ranging from teenagers to middle-aged men.

Apart from him, everyone else was a foreigner. After he boarded the plane, the group of foreigners gave him mocking looks. Wang Feng didn't even bother to greet them. He finished a cigarette, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

About ten minutes later, after several reminders from the flight attendants, the plane took off.

......

Seven hours later.

Wang Feng disembarked at Yangon Airport in Myanmar, queued up to have his passport and visa checked, and then left the airport.

Outside the airport, there were old-fashioned taxis, horse-drawn carriages, and rickshaws. When they saw people coming out of the airport, these drivers and rickshaw pullers waved to them.

Wang Feng ignored these people. After leaving the airport, he headed towards a secluded area, took out the map given to him by Ninth Master from his spatial storage, and began to confirm the route.

The security situation near the airport is generally good. There were no kidnappings by criminals as soon as you leave the airport, nor were you stopped or forced to take a ride if you didn't want to ride with a local.

According to the detailed address provided by Ninth Master, Second Brother and his group bought a manor in Hpakant. The straight-line distance between Yangon Airport and Hpakant is more than 700 kilometers, and the actual distance is about 1100 kilometers.

If he were to go to Hpakant using a network of liaisons, it would probably take several days, which is still too slow.

He can now run at 230 mph, and he can reach Hpakant in less than a night. Moreover, he doesn't speak Burmese, which makes communication too difficult.

The liaison officers trained by Ninth Master and his team communicated with the Burmese by showing them pre-written Burmese text. However, if even a small mishap occurred, they would be at a loss for how to communicate.

Wang Feng glanced at the sky. It was a little past six in the afternoon. Myanmar's time difference was one and a half hours behind China's. According to the time difference between Myanmar and Hong Kong, it would take more than three hours for it to get dark.

After walking a few kilometers from the airport, Wang Feng arrived at a secluded grove of trees and entered the space.

He hadn't eaten much at the airport, just took out a few steamed buns from his spatial storage. There were plenty of free things on the plane, like drinks, dishes, fruit, and bread, but he didn't like any of them.

Upon arriving at the living area of ​​the space, Wang Feng took out braised pork and spiced beef from the space warehouse, and also served two large bowls of rice, and began to eat.

After finishing his meal, he brewed a pot of tea and smoked while drinking it. It was still early before dark, and he needed to eat and drink his fill and rest well before continuing his journey.

After finishing a pot of tea and smoking several cigarettes, he checked the time and saw that it would be dark in two and a half hours. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

He didn't sleep on the plane; he was afraid to sleep, fearing that the plane might crash while flying.

His space is indeed magical, but he has never tested whether falling from a height of several thousand meters can actually save a life.

He's very careful with his life now, and taking this flight to Myanmar was already a huge risk.

He now has three incredibly beautiful wives, a son, and enough wealth in his spatial dimension to last a hundred lifetimes. Even his lifespan is at least two hundred years. With such a wonderful life, how could he not be afraid of death?

On land, he is unlikely to encounter danger; the only danger he cannot predict is at an altitude of several thousand meters.

......

Three hours later.

Wang Feng opened his eyes, checked the time, and saw that it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

He smoked a cigarette in the space, put on his night clothes and a hood, and then left the space.

really.

When he came out, it was already completely dark. Once he found the direction of Hpakant, he started running at full speed.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."

Wang Feng is now sprinting at full speed at 230 yards per minute. As he runs, the wind whistles past his ears, and the trees in front of him rush by. At his current speed, if anyone is hit by him, there is a 99% chance they will die, and there is a 1% chance they will be lucky enough to break an arm or a leg.

......

Five hours later.

Wang Feng arrived in Hpakant town at just past 2 a.m., and it would be another five hours before dawn.

He hadn't encountered many people along the way, and now his spiritual sense's detection range had reached 220 meters. He avoided anyone he saw ahead.