Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhang Wenbin spoke with great enthusiasm, spitting as he spoke, pointing at the contract with his finger, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

He talked for a while before he noticed that Zhou Haibing hadn't said a word and had been staring at him the whole time.

"Big Brother?" Zhang Wenbin looked up at Zhou Haibing with some confusion. "Are you listening?"

Zhou Haibing looked into his eyes, his voice not loud, but very clear:

"Wenbin, look at me."

Zhang Wenbin glanced over instinctively.

The moment his gaze met Zhou Haibing's eyes, his entire expression changed.

The change was both extremely subtle and extremely dramatic.

It's like a machine that's running and someone suddenly unplugs it.

His eyes widened slightly at first, his pupils seemed to be trying to focus, but he couldn't get them to focus after several attempts. Then, all the light in his eyes went out in an instant.

Zhang Wenbin's mouth was open, and he was still holding the contract in his hand, but his hand was no longer moving. He was frozen there, like a statue frozen in ice.

His eyes became empty and lifeless, his pupils dilated to an abnormal size, and his eyes stared unblinkingly ahead, looking like an empty shell left behind after a person's soul had been taken away.

"Zhang Wenbin, put down the contract you're holding," Zhou Haibing said in a low voice.

Zhang Wenbin loosened his grip, and the contract slipped from his hand, falling onto the coffee table with a soft thud.

"Take out your phone."

Zhang Wenbin mechanically pulled a black iPhone from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it over.

What is your phone password?

"130826".

Zhou Haibing unlocked his phone.

Zhang Wenbin's phone desktop has a business-like feel, without any fancy wallpapers, just a default starry sky image.

However, there are quite a few apps, including seven or eight banking apps alone, as well as several stock and wealth management apps.

Zhou Haibing first opened Alipay.

When the balance figure popped up, his eyelids twitched—more than twelve million.

He then opened WeChat Pay, where he had over three million yuan in his wallet.

The total is over 15 million.

He opened Zhang Wenbin's mobile banking app and checked each card one by one.

He had over 20 million yuan in his ICBC card, over 18 million yuan in his CCB card, 13 million yuan in his CMB card, and nearly 10 million yuan in his SPD Bank card, which he didn't recognize.

Adding them all up, it's over 80 million.

Zhou Haibing looked at the number without any emotional fluctuation.

Zhang Wenbin's chain of pharmacies has done well over the years, but how much of that 80 million yuan was profit from the price difference he made by buying goods from Zhou Haibing's pharmaceutical factory at low prices?

Only Zhang Wenbin himself knows how much of the favor Zhou Haibing gave him in business.

How many times has Zhou Haibing helped him? Countless times.

Whenever Zhang Wenbin encountered difficulties, the first person he thought of was Zhou Haibing, and Zhou Haibing helped him every time out of consideration for his sister.

Now, Zhou Haibing has gotten all the money back.

"Zhang Wenbin, what is your Alipay payment password?"

"261104".

"Where is my WeChat Pay password?"

"794025".

"What is the PIN for your bank card transactions?"

"Unified password, 261104".

Zhou Haibing entered the password, opened the Alipay transfer function, entered Sun Guiying's bank card number, and transferred 12 million yuan.

confirm.

Transfer successful.

WeChat Pay, transfer amount: 3.3 million.

confirm.

Transfer successful.

ICBC, 21 million yuan transferred.

China Construction Bank, 18 million yuan transferred.

China Merchants Bank, 13 million yuan transferred.

Pudong Development Bank transferred 9.5 million yuan.

All funds were transferred to Sun Guiying's bank card.

More than 80 million were transferred out.

After transferring the last sum of money, Zhou Haibing put Zhang Wenbin's phone aside, stood up, and began to search the villa.

The villa is very large, with three floors and a basement, and a total area of ​​over 600 square meters.

The decor is understated luxury; none of the furniture pieces are the gaudy, nouveau riche style, but rather the kind that look ordinary but have shockingly high prices.

The sofa in the living room was imported from Italy, made of the finest full-grain cowhide. Zhou Haibing didn't know how much it cost, but judging from the quality of the leather and the workmanship, it must have cost at least three or four hundred thousand yuan.

With a thought, the sofa vanished into thin air.

The coffee table is made of solid wood and covered with a thick glass plate, under which are several photos.

Zhou Haibing bent down and glanced at it. It was a photo of Zhang Wenbin and Zhou Haiqing, taken shortly after their marriage. They both looked very young then.

Zhou Haiqing was wearing a red dress, smiling shyly and sweetly. Zhang Wenbin was wearing a suit, tilting his head to look at her, a slight smile on his lips.

Looking at the photo, Zhou Haibing felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, something he couldn't swallow or spit out.

He pulled the photo out from under the glass, carefully folded it, and put it in his shirt pocket.

Then the coffee table disappeared.

A huge television, at least 85 inches, was hanging on the wall. Zhou Haibing didn't know the brand, but it was obviously not a cheap one.

The television, along with its stand, is stored in the space.

The stereo, Blu-ray player, and game console on the TV cabinet were all taken away.

Remove the large round table in the restaurant that can seat ten people.

Remove the expensive tableware, wine glasses, and crystal glasses from the sideboard.

The dozens of bottles of red wine, white wine, and foreign liquor in the wine cabinet were all taken away.

Zhou Haibing took a special look at the wines; many were Bordeaux from good vintages, and there were also some famous domestic wines, which he guessed were from Zhang Wenbin's collection.

The kitchen is open-plan and decorated like a showroom, spotless, probably because no one has ever cooked here before.

The complete set of German kitchen cabinets was quite expensive, and Zhou Haibing bought them all.

There weren't many things in the refrigerator: a few bottles of mineral water, a few cartons of yogurt, and some fruit. Zhou Haibing didn't even leave these behind, putting them all into his storage space.

The second floor is the bedroom area.

The master bedroom is very large, facing the river view. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is a spacious balcony with two rattan chairs and a small round table.

The room is decorated in light colors, with off-white walls, light gray curtains, and warm yellow lighting, creating a cozy atmosphere.

But Zhou Haibing noticed that there was only a lamp and a picture frame on the bedside table.

The photo in the frame is not a group photo; it's a photo of Zhou Haiqing alone.

The photo was taken by Zhou Haibing for his younger sister. The background is the osmanthus tree in Zhou Haibing's backyard. Zhou Haiqing is wearing a white dress, her hair is loose, and she is smiling so much that her eyes are curved into crescent moons.

Those were some of the few photos of her when she was genuinely happy.

Zhou Haibing picked up the photo frame, opened the clasp on the back, took out the photo, and folded it together with the one in his shirt pocket.

He put the picture frame into his storage space.