Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

When Morgan saw that Arendt Jr. was leading a group of Chinese people to visit his collection, he simply smiled smugly and said, "In that case, let's go take a look together. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll broaden your horizons."

So everyone went to Morgan's estate.

Not only was there an inspection team, but also a dozen or so wealthy friends invited by Morgan. The group arrived at their destination in a lively and cheerful atmosphere.

Morgan led the group to an underground vault specifically for storing his collection.

He smiled and greeted them, "Gentlemen, please sit down and have a drink. Today, I'll show you my collection from over the years." With that, he handed the keys and a list to the butler.

"Go and bring me that Van Gogh painting, 'Sunflowers,' and that set of Russian Tsarist-era Easter eggs."

"Oh, right!" Another tycoon looked at Morgan. "Morgan, I remember you once collected a Chinese bronze artifact—a square ding with taotie patterns from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Take it out and let me see it too." As he spoke, the man looked at the Chinese delegation with a half-smile.

"What's so interesting about those?" another tycoon chimed in. "Morgan, I remember you have an extremely valuable collectible—that twenty-carat fancy intense pink diamond, it's worth a whole mine! Bring that out and let's see it!"

Morgan waved his hand and said with a smile, "Very well, bring them all out for a look." Then, he quietly instructed the butler, "There are outsiders here today, send more bodyguards to keep an eye on things."

His estate also has hundreds of armed bodyguards.

Moreover, with so many of them, they weren't afraid of being robbed outright—after all, this was America, and the other party was Chinese. If they dared to make a move here, even Little Arendt couldn't protect them.

"yes!"

Immediately, someone opened the heavy doors of the treasure vault.

Many people around watched with anticipation.

Collectors, especially Morgan, found their vanity most intensely satisfied at this moment.

The members of the Huaxia delegation remained silent and waited quietly.

Su Wanqing smiled slightly, having already located Morgan's treasure vault. Being nearby, she directly activated her spatial storage to collect it—

"That Van Gogh's 'Sunflowers,' right? Bring it to me!"

"That set of Russian Tsarist Easter eggs, right? Bring it here!"

"And there's our Shang and Zhou dynasty taotie-patterned square ding—this old man actually amassed so many treasures? Give them all to me!"

This time, Su Wanqing was like a bee that had fallen into a honey pot, feeling incredibly happy and ecstatic!

The items displayed by these collectors were off-limits, but they weren't particularly valuable anyway. The treasure trove, however, looked priceless. Shang and Zhou bronzes, Song dynasty official kiln porcelain, Ming dynasty Xuande blue and white porcelain, and Qing dynasty court jade—Su Wanqing took them all without hesitation. She planned to hand them all over to the country upon returning home. After all, these were cultural relics; she had no use for them, and more importantly, they were things that would land her in jail in the future. She couldn't sell them anyway, so donating them to the country early was the best she could do. In short, going abroad was the right decision—she should take back everything she had looted from China!

Next came Su Wanqing's happy time. She happily accepted everything, including the twenty-carat fancy intense pink diamond, a set of Burmese pigeon blood ruby ​​jewelry, and over a dozen expensive watches. It was just a pity that each item, due to its type, only occupied one shelf. Fortunately, Morgan didn't have many items, only a hundred or so, and Su Wanqing's theft of everything only filled a hundred or so shelves.

Van Gogh's "Sunflowers," the Tsar's Easter Egg, and those few paintings by Monet and Renoir—Su Wanqing herself didn't know much about these things, and keeping them would just take up space. It would be better to see if there was a black market for them when she went to the next place and sell them directly for US dollars.

She does like those jadeite rough stones, ruby ​​gemstones, and emerald rough stones. She'll keep them for when she opens her own jewelry store, or upgrade them and make them into jewelry to give as gifts—that would be impressive.

As for the gold bars and jewelry raw materials, they are even more practical; they can be stored as hard currency.

In the blink of an eye, Su Wanqing had emptied the other party's treasure trove.

Although these things are valuable, they are of little use to her; they are just cold, hard numbers, hehe.

"Ahhh!! It's all gone, all gone! Mr. Morgan's vault is empty!" A scream rang out.

Morgan stumbled and nearly fell, his face turning ashen. "Impossible! Impossible! How could this be! God must be playing a joke on me!" He rushed inside immediately.

The people around them followed suit, laughing as they said, "Mr. Morgan, did you prepare something for us today? Too bad it's not April Fool's Day."

"Yes, Mr. Morgan's security is renowned. How could he possibly disappear? No one would believe it if word got out."

"Haha, I know! Mr. Morgan must want us to go see just how many treasures he has in his vault!"

When all the laughing people went over and saw the empty treasure vault, they were all dumbfounded.

"Oh, Morgan, are you kidding us?"

"Gentlemen! This doesn't sound like a joke... this is not funny at all."

Morgan collapsed to the ground, cursing as he scrambled to his feet. His face ashen, he roared at the bodyguards, "Everyone, stand still! No one is allowed to leave the manor! Close the gates immediately, seal all exits! Send someone to fetch the sheriff and private investigators! I must find my things! Also, bring all the bodyguards on duty tonight, interrogate them one by one!"

"Morgan, you're not kidding, are you?"

"Is this true? Oh my God, Morgan, your vault has three iron gates, infrared alarms, and is guarded 24/7. How could it be lost?"

Morgan's face was grim; decades of hard work had vanished. He pulled out a gun, pointed it directly at one of the bodyguards, and with a bang, broke both of the man's legs, eliciting a piercing scream.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Now tell me, what happened? How were you on guard last night? Why are they all gone?"

Watching the show from the crowd, Su Wanqing silently chanted in her heart, "La la la la~"

The man was in so much pain he couldn't speak, and another bodyguard immediately knelt down: "Mr. Morgan, you came to the vault last night before you went to bed, put something away, and personally locked the door before leaving. After that, the six of us took turns working shifts. Even if all six of us were asleep at the same time, there were still infrared alarms and surveillance... We really don't know what happened..."

Morgan, panting heavily, roared frantically, "Where is it? Where did it all go?! Go get the sheriff and the detectives! We have to find my things!"

"Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened—"