Chapter Fourteen: Became Rich

  It was late at night, and a sedan drove past the corner of the Huang Gongguan wall. The driver lightly tapped the brakes. Taking advantage of the momentary slowdown in speed, the rear door of the car was opened, and Zhao Zhi, dressed in black, rolled out of the car and quickly darted into the darkness. Along the wall, Zhao Zhi made his way to the back courtyard of the Huang Gongguan, finding no signs of movement around him. He reached into a canvas backpack and pulled out a flying claw, an essential tool for thieves on the go.

  The Huang Gong mansion was brightly lit, with music drifting out from time to time. Today was the birthday of Huang Hanlin's third wife. All the influential people who were on good terms with Huang Hanlin were here, and even some famous Shanghai tycoons had come to offer their congratulations. Hantie couldn't understand why Zhao Zhi chose this particular moment to make his move, but Zhao seemed to be deliberately going against the grain. The main hall of the Huang Gong mansion was where the most people were gathered today. The security personnel would naturally focus on that area, while the rear courtyard, which was Zhao's destination, would have relatively weaker defenses, and might even be more vulnerable than usual.

  Zhao Zhi borrowed the flying claws, quietly flipped into the Huang Gongguan, and in a few arrow steps, he slipped behind a clump of trees. The lights in the backyard were dim today, and the security was indeed very lax, as Zhao Zhi had expected. After observing for more than half an hour, he only found 2 groups of bodyguards holding flashlights to patrol the house.

  Zhao Zhi checked all the objects on his body to prevent making any noise that would alert the bodyguards. After three breaths, Zhao Zhi darted out from behind the trees and crept stealthily, avoiding the guards patrolling in twos and threes around the courtyard. He rushed to a small Western-style building at the back of the yard. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he grabbed the iron railing and climbed up with a few swift movements, flipping himself over to land on the large balcony on the second floor.

  Looking through the floor-to-ceiling window, this is a study. Seeing the books filling two walls, Zhao Zhi felt slightly disappointed. The furnishings here are very luxurious, but there is no safe mentioned by Hunter. Footsteps and voices came from the corridor under the balcony, Zhao Zhi quickly walked into the corner of the balcony, crouched down and listened carefully with his ear to the ground.

  "Are you alright?" a bodyguard asked in a low voice.

  "What's the big deal? Everyone here today is a reputable person from Shanghai, who dares to make trouble on Taishou's head?" Another bodyguard replied absent-mindedly.

  "The boss has been in a bad mood these days, don't make any mistakes and provoke him to get angry, go check around again!" Along with a calm voice, the bodyguards downstairs dispersed one after another.

  Zhao Zhi tilted his head and listened for a while, confirming that the bodyguards downstairs had all left. He then got up and came to the floor-to-ceiling window. From his backpack, he took out his homemade ****, and ten seconds later, the lock on the floor-to-ceiling window was opened by Zhao Zhi. With a high lift of his foot, he landed silently, and with a swift movement, he slipped into the study room.

  He pressed his ear against the door of the study and listened for a moment, then Zhao Zhi slowly opened the door and took a quick look inside. The corridor was lit up but there were no bodyguards in sight. According to the information provided by Hunter, Huang Hanlin never kept his valuables in a bank. This stingy old man from Shanxi, like other old merchants from Shanxi, did not trust banks. At the beginning of this year, Huang Hanlin had purchased two large German-made safes from Hunter's import company. The workers responsible for delivering the goods said that the two safes were transported into the small building where Zhao Zhi was now standing, but as for their exact location, Hunter had no idea.

  As a sniper, Zhao Zhi was obviously very patient. Anyway, it's still early now, and the banquet in the front yard won't disperse for a while. Zhao Zhi searched all the rooms on the 2nd floor with patience, but except for finding a pretty good Tang knife in one room, he didn't find anything else of value.

  Damn it, Zhao Zhi cursed secretly. It seems that Han Te's intelligence was wrong. I don't know how Han Te became an intelligence officer with such a level of intelligence, and Zhao Zhi really felt sorry for Han Te's superiors. The first floor of the small building only had a large hall and several rooms where bodyguards lived, as well as a tea room and so on. Huang Hanlin would never hide his own property in someone else's room.

  Unable to find any clues, Zhao Zhi was not willing to return empty-handed, so he once again thoroughly searched the rooms on the 2nd floor, but still found nothing. Damn it, this is really frustrating, Zhao Zhi sat in the study chair, secretly fuming. Wait a minute, Zhao Zhi suddenly had an idea and looked at the bookshelf embedded in the wall opposite him, the information Han Te provided about Huang Hanlin was very detailed.

  This Huang Hanlin is just a guy who has only attended a few years of private school, a pure second-mixer, but the bookshelves in front of him are all English versions of big books. Can a second-mixer who hasn't really gone to school understand big books in pure English? The answer is no. It seems that Huang Hanlin's placement of these books is just a kind of attachment to elegance, or perhaps it's just a means of disguise, and he put so many books here to cover up something.

  Zhao Zhi carefully searched the books on the bookshelf, and indeed there was a trick. The four rows of books at the bottom of the left bookshelf were stuck together, firmly glued to the bookshelf, and the bookshelf for these four rows of books was also movable, which could be pulled out from the wall. Looking at the two safes hidden behind the bookshelf, directly embedded in the wall, Zhao Zhi couldn't help but sigh that Huang Hanlin was too clever.

  He pulled out the stethoscope from his backpack, and Zhao Zhi opened a safe in less than four minutes. The safes of this era are really too weak. Sighing, looking at the open safe, Zhao Zhi once again secretly sighed about Huang Hanlin, but this time it was because of Huang Hanlin's wealth accumulation methods.

  The safe on the left had stacks of banknotes in the top compartment, including US dollars, British pounds, French francs, and Nationalist government-issued currency. Zhao Zhi roughly estimated that there was at least over $100,000. He took off his backpack and pulled out several larger canvas bags from inside, stuffing them with money as hard as he could. Either the bags Zhao Zhi had prepared were too big or he had packed the money too neatly, but in any case, he managed to fit all the banknotes from the safe into just one bag.

  Pulling open the grid below, Zhao Zhi was even more ecstatic. Who has ever seen a full grid of gold bars, gems and silver coins? What made Zhao Zhi most delighted was a black velvet bag in the lower layer of the safe, which surprisingly contained over a dozen diamond grains the size of soybeans.

  Without taking a closer look, Zhao Zhi put all the gems from the safe into that red silk bag, which was just full to the brim.

  He put the bag close to his body, Zhao Zhi looked at the gold bars in the safe and was in a dilemma. So many gold bars, not to mention how to take them out of the study first. Even if he took them out of the study, how could he get out of the high walls of the Huang Gongguan? But if he let Zhao Zhi drop these gold bars for nothing, his heart was very unwilling.

  He pulled out an empty backpack and Zhao Zhi neatly swept the gold bars from the safe into it, weighing the backpack to make sure it was within his acceptable range. Since he could carry it, Zhao Zhi turned his gaze to the safe on the right, one was taken, two were also taken, so he might as well take them all away.

  Zhao Zhi re-examined the old art, and then opened the safe on the right side. This safe only had some letters and store contracts, but it still allowed Zhao Zhi to find something good. They were a few blank Customs Enforcement Team ID cards, with the large seal of the Customs Enforcement Bureau already stamped, requiring only a photo to be attached and a name to be filled in to make them usable. This was truly a great thing, with this, from now on, even if trouble arose, it could be resolved by borrowing the name of the Customs Enforcement Bureau.