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

The wine cellar is on the basement level, and it was something Sun Guiying put a lot of thought into setting up.

The equipment, with its constant temperature and humidity, can store thousands of bottles of wine.

Zhou Haibing pushed open the door to the wine cellar, and a blast of cold air hit him. Various kinds of baijiu and red wine were neatly stacked on the shelves.

The liquors include Moutai, Wuliangye, Guojiao 1573, and some vintage liquors. There are more than 200 bottles of Moutai alone, ranging from old Moutai from the 1980s and 1990s to new liquors from recent years.

The red wines are mainly from Bordeaux and Burgundy in France, including Lafite, Latour, Margaux, Mouton Rothschild, and Romanée-Conti, each bottle of which is quite valuable.

Instead of counting the bottles one by one, Zhou Haibing used his mind to cover the entire shelf, and all the bottles disappeared at the same moment.

He also took the temperature control equipment from the wine cellar, since it wouldn't be needed by 1976 anyway, but taking it away was better than leaving it to Sun Guiying.

He scanned every room thoroughly, not even the guest rooms.

The bed, bedding, wardrobe, towels, bath towels, shower gel, and shampoo in the guest room were all taken away.

All sorts of odds and ends piled up in the storage room—old appliance boxes, leftover renovation materials, and things Sun Guiying bought but never used—were collected.

The decorative paintings in the hallway, the shoe cabinet in the entryway, the dozens of pairs of shoes in the shoe cabinet, the umbrella stand at the door, and the several long-handled umbrellas in the umbrella stand were all put away.

In less than half an hour, the entire villa was completely cleaned up, inside and out, leaving not even the decorative paintings on the walls.

All that remained were bare walls, an empty room, and Sun Guiying, fast asleep in a red dress, lying on the floor of the second-floor bedroom.

Zhou Haibing stood in the center of the living room, looking around, a strange sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.

He bought this villa for 30 million yuan and spent several million more on renovations. Now, everything he could take away is in his Shennong Space.

These gold bars, jewelry, luxury goods, furniture, home appliances, and fine wines are worth at least tens of millions of dollars.

But that's not enough. Compared to the company's more than 400 million yuan in cash, these things are just appetizers.

There's still some basement area that hasn't been cleared.

He went down to the underground garage, pressed a switch on the wall, and the fluorescent light bulb hummed twice, illuminating the entire underground garage.

There were four cars parked in the underground garage. The one closest to the wall was his black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, which he usually drove. He didn't plan to take it for the time being because he still needed a car. He could take it after he was reborn tomorrow.

Wang Jinshan replied with an "OK" emoji.

The two of them had clearly agreed to meet at the hotel today. Wang Jinshan should be waiting in his room at the Wanda Hotel for Sun Guiying to deliver the cannons, but he was told that he was at home.

"I need to speak with you urgently," Zhou Haibing said, not calling him out on it, her tone remaining unhurried.

"I'm coming to your house now, I'll tell you when I get there."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"W-What's the emergency?" Wang Jinshan's voice was noticeably different, his panic barely concealed.

"Haibing, you can say it over the phone, I'm here..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Zhou Haibing could imagine his expression: pale-faced, eyes darting around, desperately trying to find an excuse to stop Zhou Haibing from going over.