If someone sneaked into Sima's bedroom, opened a small safe in the closet, they would be greatly disappointed. There was no large amount of cash or gold and silver or anything valuable inside the safe, only dozens of business licenses and other certificates.

  Just like money laundering, sometimes many industries are so similar, just like what Sima is doing now and traditional money laundering seem to have a few similarities, thanks to the temptation of money, as long as you need it, there are professionals who can handle all the procedures for setting up a company for you.

  In order to keep the warehouse a secret as much as possible, Sima set up dozens of various companies and several dozen building materials and machinery wholesale and retail departments. Of course, they only existed in the computers of the Administration for Industry and Commerce, State Tax Bureau, and Local Tax Bureau. Every month, it was enough to just transfer the fixed amount of taxes through bank accounts, and basically no one would know that these companies and wholesale departments were actually just nominal existences.

  Mr. Fang, who had already planned to sell the warehouse, drove his BMW to the remote suburban warehouse today, and was about to sell this warehouse to "Deep Blue Trading Company", a company mentioned by Sima's friend.

  Although he had never heard of the company, Fang still sold the warehouse to them without any hindrance. It was a straightforward deal where one party handed over the money and the other handed over the goods. The transfer procedures couldn't be completed until all the payments were collected.

  This warehouse was bought at a low price by one of Mr. Fang's relatives when he was in office, and of course, Mr. Fang also spent money on this relative, but compared to the benefits, it was just a drop in the bucket. Over the years, this warehouse has made a lot of money for Mr. Fang. Now that it's going to be sold, it's natural to come over and take a look.

  "Director Fang, this is the warehouse's import and export records for the past few months."

  Although he didn't know why Boss Fang suddenly wanted to check the warehouse's inventory records for the past few months, Old Hu, being just a warehouse administrator, wouldn't dare ask any questions. After all, Boss Fang was his superior. So, he picked up the warehouse's entry and exit records hanging on the wall and handed them over with both hands.

  "Hmm! I'll just take a casual look, this warehouse is about to be sold, it's a pity!"

  After taking over the warehouse's incoming and outgoing goods list, Director Fang said with some emotion.

  "Ah! Director Fang! You... you want to sell this? Th... th... that..."

  As soon as he heard that Director Fang was going to sell the warehouse, Old Hu became anxious. He had been working here since it was a state-owned enterprise's warehouse, and after the company's restructuring, the warehouse was sold to Director Fang, who kept Old Hu on due to his convenience, despite being close to retirement age.

  Old Hu is now alone, receiving two salaries, and his life is just so-so. He spends his days in this room watching TV and the like. For Old Hu, this life is as comfortable as it gets. But if Boss Fang sells this warehouse, who knows whether the new boss will want to keep him or not? What a worry!

  "Old Hu! Don't worry, I'll mention it to the person buying the warehouse later, so just rest assured! We're all old hands in the company."

  Although he said so, it's obviously not Mr. Fang's style to apologize for the sake of an old man who guards the warehouse door, it was just a verbal statement.

  After being pulled by Old Hu, Director Fang felt that staying here was meaningless. He took the warehouse's incoming and outgoing cargo list in his hand, didn't even take a glance at it, bid farewell to Old Hu, got into his own car and left the warehouse.

  For a moment, the large warehouse was empty, with only Old Hu left standing there in a daze after Fang Zong had left.

  Standing on the windowsill of the room, through the telescope, Sima clearly saw everything that happened in front of the warehouse gate. When he saw Director Fang pick up the warehouse entry and exit list, Sima's palms were sweating, almost begging all the gods in heaven to pray that Director Fang would not check the warehouse entry and exit list.

  This guy is not like Old Hu, he will notice that there is an abnormal place on this import and export list - most of the things in warehouse No. 3 are imported during the day and exported at night.

  It was because Sima was in charge of the warehouse at night that he set all the delivery times after 7 pm, doing this fake, at least to avoid the situation where goods were only coming into the warehouse but not leaving. But if a warehouse is rented by a trading company and they choose to deliver goods only at night, it would easily arouse suspicion from people with ill intentions.

  Fortunately, the boss only held the list in his hand for a few seconds and didn't even look at it before putting it down and walking away. Watching the boss drive away from the warehouse, Sima couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and only then did he realize that his back was already drenched with cold sweat.

  "We must hurry up and buy this warehouse!"

  After being shocked out of a cold sweat, Sima sat down on the bed and said softly. Although it was just a false alarm earlier, who knows what will happen next time?

  If you don't buy this warehouse, you won't be able to rest assured. I just hope that the two pieces of porcelain participating in the Beijing autumn auction can be sold at a good price, so that I can hurry up and buy this warehouse. Otherwise, like now, I was scared to death, almost losing half my soul.

  After bringing back those few pieces of porcelain, Sima specially went to the capital to ask someone to appraise the porcelain and confirm that they were genuine. He then participated in the autumn auction of a large auction house in the capital on the spot.

  However, Sima personally could not stay in the capital for a long time until the autumn auction ended. In the end, Sima had to entrust the auction company with full authority, leaving only two bank account numbers. Once the auction was successful, the proceeds would be deducted from taxes and transferred to these two accounts.

  Now Sima is absolutely penniless, unless there are still a lot of gold and silver stored in the dozen safe deposit boxes rented at the bank. At present, Sima's entire family property is only left with a few thousand GMB. For now, Sima can only pray that the two ceramic pieces to be auctioned off in autumn will fetch a good price.

  According to the market reference price given by several experts at the time of appraisal, it was around 30 million, while the auction house's estimate was 28 million. If it can be sold at these two prices, Sima estimates that the money will be enough to buy this warehouse. At that time, there is no need to live such a *** nervous and anxious day.

  This year's autumn auction was a bumper harvest for Poly, with two pieces of Qianlong period's glaze red dragon pattern gourd bottles and pink glaze gold inlaid hollow opening light colored lotus and child rotating heart bottle selling for 186 million and 321 million yuan respectively. The successful sale of the two priceless porcelain pieces at high prices highlighted Poly's position in the industry, and the price was far higher than the initial estimate.

  "Congratulations, Mr. Li. The glazed red dragon and lotus bottle with gold trim and the pink glaze decorated with gold and silver that you consigned to our auction house have been successfully sold. The buyer has already paid for them. Our company will deduct the corresponding fees and taxes according to the contract, and we will mail the tax receipt to you. As per your request, we have transferred the remaining payment into your account. Please check with your bank in a timely manner."

  Although the voice coming out of the phone sounds very sweet, the tone is extremely formulaic.

  "Ah!......Oh!"

  Simmer received the phone call and was stunned, not knowing how to react. The two small pieces of ceramic had been auctioned off for over 50 million! It was clearly beyond Simmer's expectations. If someone suddenly became rich overnight, what kind of expression would they have? Perhaps it would be like this - a daze.

  "Hmm..."

  He stared blankly at the ATM screen displaying a string of zeros. He let out a long sigh, trying to calm his breathing as much as possible. He really wanted to shout out loud with excitement, not because of the tens of millions of unexpected wealth, but for a sense of relief. With this tens of millions, Sima could finally sleep well from now on and no longer live in fear every day. But the premise was that he had to buy that warehouse first.

  "Fengzi! This time you must come out and help me get this thing done!"

  When it's time to buy that warehouse, Sima doesn't know who he can trust. If he shows up in person, it would be inappropriate and Fang might think he's being played and refuse to sell the warehouse to him. For now, apart from Fengzi, his childhood friend with whom he grew up wearing open-crotch pants, Sima can't think of anyone else to ask for help. He has no choice but to use the company's name to ask Fengzi to do him this favor.

  "Come on! You're too stingy, aren't you? Now that you're the boss, you ask me to help you with something and then take me to a dump like this for dinner. Don't you think it's a bit of an insult to me, a renowned lawyer? If I'm going to do business for you, at least have the decency to take me to a high-end restaurant!"

  Fengzi was joking with chopsticks, didn't expect that after not seeing his buddy for several months, he actually stood up again, silently partnered with others to start a company, and just told him that their company wanted to buy that warehouse occupying over 10,000 square meters of land, so he knew the kid was doing well now.

  "Come on! Don't look down on me, I'm just helping others out with some part-time work."

  Simma sometimes found himself not having the consciousness of being rich, it had been several months since he last saw Fengzi, and now he needed to ask him for help. He thought it would be a good opportunity to invite him out for a chat over dinner, but then he habitually chose this small roadside restaurant. Apparently, his arrangement seemed to have some problems.

  "Boss of Deep Blue Trade! My buddy, you're going to set up a warehouse worth tens of millions. I don't know where this job is located, but looking back, there's such a beautiful difference. Can you introduce me to one as well? Now I'm a complete house slave. For the sake of our country, just pull your brother along!"

  Feng Zi was still teasing Sima Xiaoming, relying on this kid since he came back from the unit, except for a few phone calls to himself, he usually disappeared like a ghost. If it wasn't for something important, he probably wouldn't have come looking for him today. If he didn't tease him a bit, he would forget easily.

  "Alright! My mistake, my mistake. It's settled then! Tonight you pick the place, bring your wife along, and all expenses will be on me!"

  Simba talked about sparing him, but it was just lip service. They wouldn't skip dinner in the evening, but 100% of the time, Fengzi would foot the bill. The two hadn't seen each other for a few months and were joking around with each other in their usual way.

  This kind of easygoing relationship where they don't need to be on guard against each other is very rare in today's society, and this feeling is often like a kind of enjoyment. Perhaps this is also the reason why Sima and Fengzi cherish their friendship with each other.