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

Cardboard boxes, instruction manuals, labels, aluminum foil, PVC rigid sheets, heat shrink film, packing straps, tape—all sorts of packaging materials filled the warehouse.

These things might not be needed in 1976, but it's better to keep them than to let Sun Guiying and Wang Jinshan benefit from them.

Zhou Haibing took them all.

On the other side of the raw material warehouse is the finished product warehouse.

The medicines produced by the pharmaceutical factory are stored here before they leave the factory.

The finished goods warehouse was much larger than the raw materials warehouse, with rows of shelves neatly stacked with cardboard boxes containing various traditional Chinese medicines.

Cold and Fever Relief Granules, Isatis Root Granules, Liuwei Dihuang Pills, Xiaoyao Pills, Wuji Baifeng Pills, Compound Danshen Tablets, Niuhuang Jiedu Tablets —

Dozens of varieties, tens of thousands of boxes of medicines, with a total value exceeding one hundred million yuan.

Zhou Haibing stood in the center of the warehouse, his thoughts spreading out like ripples on water.

Tens of thousands of boxes of medicine disappeared in the same instant, entering the time-freezing zone of Shennong Space.

In that region, time does not pass. No matter how long these medicines are stored, they will still be exactly the same as when they were first produced. Their efficacy will not diminish, and their shelf life will never expire.

He moved the entire First Pharmaceutical Factory clean.

The production workshop is empty, the raw material warehouse is empty, the finished product warehouse is empty, the packaging material warehouse is empty, and even the office desks, chairs, computers, filing cabinets, and water dispensers in the office building are gone.

He checked everything from the inside out, making sure nothing was missed, then walked out of the factory gate, closed the electric sliding gate, and got into his car.

Next target: the second pharmaceutical plant.

The Second Pharmaceutical Factory is located in the eastern suburbs of the provincial capital, a drive of more than forty minutes.

Zhou Haibing got on the ring road and sped up to 120 km/h. The black Mercedes sped along the empty highway, and the guardrails on both sides became two flowing ribbons of light under the headlights.

Just after 11 o'clock, he arrived at the Second Pharmaceutical Factory.

Same process, same operation.

The security guard at the entrance looked surprised when he saw him.

He told all the security guards on duty to go home and rest. The guards were both surprised and delighted, and left with profuse thanks.

He went into the monitoring room and took away all the monitoring equipment.

Then we arrived at the production workshop—

The production line of the Second Pharmaceutical Factory is quite different from that of the First Pharmaceutical Factory. It mainly produces Western medicines, and the equipment is more sophisticated and technologically advanced.

High-performance liquid chromatograph, gas chromatograph, dissolution tester, disintegration tester, hardness tester, constant temperature and humidity chamber, centrifuge, water distiller, sterilizer—

The total purchase price of these devices exceeds fifty million.

Take them all.

The raw material warehouse of the Second Pharmaceutical Factory contains a large quantity of chemical raw materials.

Aspirin, paracetamol, ibuprofen, vitamin C, glucose, sodium chloride, and various antibiotic raw materials were stacked in barrels, with a total value of over ten million.

There are even more medicines in the finished goods warehouse.

Amoxicillin capsules, cephalexin capsules, roxithromycin tablets, azithromycin dispersible tablets, various vitamin tablets and injections, thousands of boxes, with a total value of tens of millions.

Take them all.

He didn't miss a single thing, from packaging materials and office equipment to even the tables, chairs, pots, and pans in the cafeteria.

The entire Second Pharmaceutical Factory was moved clean, inside and out.

Zhou Haibing walked out of the factory gate of the Second Pharmaceutical Factory, locked the gate, and got into the car.

When Sun Guiying and Wang Jinshan wake up, they will surely be furious to find that the pharmaceutical company they have worked so hard to acquire has become an empty shell.

Next up is An Baojun's chain of gold shops.

He sat in the driver's seat, took out An Baojun's phone from his pocket, and flipped to the memo that recorded the address of the gold shop.

An Baojun, that beast, had a detailed asset list stored on his phone, including the addresses of all the gold shops under his name, the names of the shop managers, their contact numbers, and daily sales reports.

Zhou Haibing copied the address onto a piece of paper and started the car.

At 11:30 p.m. in the provincial capital, there were very few cars on the streets.

Zhou Haibing drove to a commercial street in the city center. This street, bustling with people during the day, was now quiet.

Most of the shops on both sides were closed, with only a few 24-hour convenience stores still lit up, and occasionally one or two pedestrians hurried by.

An Baojun's first gold shop was on this street. The storefront was small, but the decoration was very grand, with some gold jewelry samples displayed in the window, sparkling under the window lights.

But the gold shop's doors were already closed, the roller shutters were pulled down, and a sign was posted on them that read "Business Hours: 9:00-21:00".

Zhou Haibing parked his car in a roadside parking space in front of the gold shop and got out.

He took out An Baojun's keychain from his pocket and, by the light of the streetlamp, found the key with the label "Main Store Door".

The roller shutter door had an old-fashioned padlock. He inserted the key, turned it, and with a click, the lock opened.

He pushed the roller shutter up more than half a meter, bent over and crawled inside, then pulled the roller shutter down from the inside.

The jewelry store was completely dark, except for the lights in the display cases in the windows, which emitted a faint, warm yellow glow.

He took a flashlight out of Shennong's spatial storage—

It was one of the hardware tools I had received before. When I turned it on, a beam of white light shone out, illuminating the entire shop.

This gold shop isn't very big, only about 70 or 80 square meters. On either side of the entrance are glass display cases, showcasing various gold jewelry.

Necklaces, bracelets, rings, earrings, pendants—each item has a price tag.

Near the innermost part is a separate VIP area with a sofa and coffee table, on which sits a tea set and a potted plant.

Zhou Haibing didn't pack things up one by one; he went to the monitoring room first.

The jewelry store's monitoring room is behind the cashier's counter. It's a small cubicle of less than two square meters, containing a monitor and a hard drive recorder.

He stored all the surveillance equipment in the space—

In this way, tonight's surveillance footage will be deleted without leaving any trace.

Then he walked back to the center of the store and his thoughts spread out.

All the glass display cases, along with the jewelry inside, disappeared.

The computer, money counter, POS machine, safe at the cashier—etc.—were all untouched.

The safe was embedded in the wall, just like the one in An Baojun's house; he only found out about it later.

He walked to the safe, squatted down, and used the smallest key from An Baojun's keychain to open the iron door outside the safe. Inside was a numeric keypad, but he didn't know the password.

But he knew that An Baojun had been hypnotized, and that An Baojun's phone was in his hands, containing all the passwords.

He took out An Baojun's phone, went to the notes app, and found a record that read "safe password": 170329.

He entered the password, and with a click, the safe door popped open.

The safe wasn't large, but the contents inside were quite valuable...