1950s: After transmigrating into a capitalist, I relied on military industry to achieve a comeback.

The lock on the black box suddenly clicked open on its own.

A chilling metallic aura seeped out from under the door.

Lin Hongsheng stepped forward and carefully lifted the lid of the box. The light from the kerosene lamp shone inside, illuminating the neatly stacked rifles and cannons, as well as several boxes of gleaming bullets.

"This was left behind during the bandit suppression years ago. I've kept it hidden and never dared to make a fuss about it," Lin Hongsheng said in a very low voice. "I originally intended to keep it to guard against thieves, but now it seems it can come in handy."

Lin Jiaoyue's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to speak, her father waved his hand and said, "Put them away first! The Northeast is not a safe place. Having these guys around will provide an extra layer of protection."

She nodded, and with a thought, the black box, along with the weapons inside, vanished from the spot in an instant.

The sky outside the secret passage was already faintly turning a pale white.

The two walked up the stone steps, and as soon as they pushed open the hidden door to the study, they heard Su Wanqing's voice, trembling with tears: "You're finally back! I've been watching over you, afraid something might go wrong!"

Lin Hongsheng breathed a sigh of relief and patted his wife's shoulder: "It's alright, everything's settled."

He turned to Lin Jiaoyue, his eyes filled with unprecedented seriousness: "Nannan, there are also some treasures in the treasure pavilion next to the study. Let's go and collect everything from there now, leaving no trace!"

Lin Jiaoyue nodded in agreement.

Under the cover of the morning mist, the three of them quietly made their way to the treasure pavilion.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a scent mingled with sandalwood, ink, and medicinal fragrance wafted out.

Boxes of silver dollars (Yuan Shikai silver dollars) were neatly stacked; a dozen heavy wooden boxes were filled with glittering "small yellow croakers" (a type of silver coin); in the far corner, there were several lead boxes sealed with tape, emitting a faint smell of medicine.

"These are things our Lin family has collected for many years." Lin Hongsheng pointed to the boxes and spoke very quickly. "These three boxes contain penicillin and hemostatic powder, which were life-saving supplies that we bought from foreign firms at a high price; this box contains land deeds, house deeds, and several long-established business agreements."

He paused, looking at Lin Jiaoyue, his fingertips trembling slightly: "Nannan, we can keep those bulky mahogany furniture and vases for show, we can even deliberately sell a few to put on a show of 'decline.' But you have to take all the treasures here, leave not a single scrap!"

Lin Jiaoyue took a deep breath, her fingertips trembling slightly. This feeling of "emptying one's own national treasury" was a million times better than receiving a year-end bonus in modern times!

"receive!"

With a thought, her spiritual power surged and enveloped the entire secret chamber.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The basement, which had been crammed full, suddenly became incredibly spacious. Those boxes of wealth, enough to drive the entire city mad, now lay quietly on the first shelf of her spatial warehouse, so neatly arranged that it cured her obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"It's empty... really empty." Lin Hongsheng looked at the empty secret room, the last trace of anxiety in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of do-or-die spirit.

The two returned to the study via the same route, and the bookshelves closed up again, fitting perfectly.

Even Su Wanqing rarely comes to this place on ordinary days; it's Lin Hongsheng's prized possession, a place for "refined and popular enjoyment."

Lin Hongsheng pushed open the carved wooden door on the second floor, pointed to the entire wall of display cabinets, and his breathing became heavier.

"This entire row contains official kiln porcelain from the Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong reigns. Your grandfather risked his life to bring these back from Southeast Asia." Lin Hongsheng's fingertips trembled slightly as he reached out and touched the empty display cabinet. Then, steeling his resolve, he waved his hand dismissively, "Collect them! Don't leave a single shard for outsiders!"

Without wasting words, Lin Jiaoyue sent out a mental net that enveloped her with her spiritual power.

In the blink of an eye, the priceless blue and white lotus-patterned plum vase vanished into thin air, along with the pair of doucai chicken cups next to it.

Lin Hongsheng's eyelids twitched violently. Although he had been mentally prepared, the visual impact was still too great. One second there was a dazzling array of items, and the next there was only a bare wooden frame. This contrast left the old collector feeling empty inside.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the pang of heartache, and strode to the other side. Pointing to several large, dusty jars in the corner, a calculating smile played on his lips: "Those are imitations from the Guangxu era. The glaze is off, and the base is rough. We'll keep them for those bumpkins who come to 'confiscate' property later, so they won't accuse us of hoarding!"

Lin Jiaoyue's lips twitched.

Good heavens, so all the real valuables went into their own pockets, leaving behind only fakes and defective products. That's really ruthless, but... she likes it.

"Dad, where are these boxes of calligraphy and paintings?" Lin Jiaoyue pointed to the camphor wood boxes piled up to half her height next to the desk, silently adding in her mind: Collecting these is like clearing server cache, one-click clearing, awesome!

"That was left by your great-grandfather. Inside are two genuine works by Tang Bohu, and several scrolls of Song Dynasty books." Lin Hongsheng said as he hurriedly lifted the lid of the box. "These things are most susceptible to moisture. They definitely won't survive in the countryside. Hurry and put them away..."

Before the words were even finished, the box, along with the national treasures inside, vanished instantly.

Lin Hongsheng's hand touched nothing, and he froze in mid-air. After a long while, he finally managed to stammer out, "...Okay, this hand speed is just like mine. You won't lose out in business."

After sweeping through the antiques and paintings on the second floor, the two moved on to the fabric storeroom on the third floor.

This place is practically a mini textile museum. Rolls of Yun brocade, Shu brocade, and Hangzhou gauze are neatly stacked, along with a dozen mink coats and silver fox shawls that at this moment would be considered "reactionary evidence."

"This Suzhou embroidery screen is too flashy, we'll take it."

"Don't touch these boxes of indigo cloth. Keep them to make clothes for the family. They'll be our 'camouflage' in the future."

"This golden nanmu daybed... is too heavy. I can't move it and it would be too conspicuous. Oh well, I'll keep it."

Lin Hongsheng was now fully engaged, giving orders and making calculations simultaneously, demonstrating his shrewd businessman nature to the fullest.

Lin Jiaoyue transformed into a ruthless "mover." In her eyes, these weren't antique paintings or famous works of art, but rather data packets taking up memory. As long as the hard drive had enough space, copying and pasting was a matter of minutes.

In less than half an hour, the treasure house that had been the envy of countless people in Suzhou had been hollowed out. Only the heavy hardwood furniture and a few "showpieces" that Lin Hongsheng had specially selected stood there forlornly, exuding an indescribable desolation.

"It's done." Lin Hongsheng dusted off his hands, looked at the empty floor, and instead of feeling disappointed, he let out a long sigh of relief, as if a huge burden had been lifted. "Now, even if the King of Heaven himself comes to raid our place, we'll just be a destitute bunch."

Lin Jiaoyue chuckled inwardly as she looked at her father's relieved yet slightly smug expression. This was probably what they meant by "having grain in hand means having peace of mind," even if that grain was actually an antique.

Back in her room, Lin Jiaoyue bolted the door shut and leaned against it to catch her breath.

She glanced down at the jade pendant on her chest, and with a thought, instantly severed her connection with the outside world.

Now that the supplies are in place, it's time to test the spatial attributes. As a meticulous algorithm engineer, going live without completing the tests would lead to production accidents.

Experiment 1: Time Flow Rate Test

She brought a bowl of freshly cooked, steaming chicken soup from the real world and put it in the underground warehouse, and placed a glass of chilled plum juice on the stone table in the garden.

Half an hour later, she went in again.

The chicken soup in the warehouse was still steaming hot, and even the frequency of the white steam rising from the bowl hadn't changed—conclusion: time had absolutely stood still in the warehouse area, a testament to top-notch preservation.

Meanwhile, the ice in the plum juice in the garden had mostly melted, and the lotus flowers that were originally budding had now bloomed even more—conclusion: the time flow in the garden area is normal, or even slightly faster than outside.

Lin Jiaoyue's eyes lit up, and she instantly made a plan: This means that in the future, when she grows vegetables and raises chickens in the space, the growth cycle will be greatly shortened, and self-sufficiency in resources will not be a dream!

Experiment 2: Ecological Cycle Test

She remembered falling into the pond in the garden. She squatted by the pond and observed that the water was crystal clear and even had a faint sweetness.

She casually brought in the two goldfish she kept in the study, along with their water, and poured them directly into the pond. The goldfish were even more lively in the water than outside—conclusion: the pond has the capacity to support life, and it's suitable for raising fish!

What surprised Lin Jiaoyue the most was the old well in the garden.

She scooped up some well water and washed her face, feeling a cool sensation penetrate her skin. The fatigue from traversing and opening the space instantly dissipated, and even the red marks left by the needles between her fingers completely disappeared.

"This water... has beauty and health benefits." Lin Jiaoyue looked at her glowing white skin in the mirror and couldn't help but complain, "If this were modern times, I could become the world's richest person just by selling well water."