In the early morning, a secluded residential house in West Mountain.
A bedsheet was spread on the cement floor of the main room, with various antiques and cultural artifacts placed on it, including porcelain from the Ming and Qing dynasties, calligraphy, and some jade pieces.
Each item in this pile is worth no less than half a million dollars.
Besides these antiques, there's a suitcase next to it filled with shiny small yellow fish.
This was once the realm that Secretary Ji had conquered, but now none of it belongs to him anymore.
Hong Weize squatted halfway on the ground, holding a flashlight, roughly scanning through the antiques, then stood up and rubbed his hands.
"They are all good stuff!"
"All given to me? Shi Feng won't overthink it, will he?"
Qi Yun laughed and shook his head, pulling his companion to the courtyard outside the house and handing over a cigarette: "These things aren't suitable to be sold in his shop."
