Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s
Chapter 162 - 155 strong

Chapter 162: 155 strong

Liu Jinyi had seen off Luo Datou, the grand figure, and only then remembered about the phone call earlier. He quickly made calls to call off his men’s actions.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Jinyi resignedly went to his treasure room. Surrounded by the treasure gallery, he picked up one item and put it down, then another, only to put it down again. Each item was a precious object dear to his heart, painstakingly collected, and he couldn’t bear to part with any!

But to not take them out would mean risking his life. Between treasures and his life, Liu Jinyi had to choose his life. He took a trunk and began carefully placing each of his treasures inside. He did not dare substitute poor quality items as he selected only the best of his treasures.

Had Luo Datou known that he was hiding the good things and not sharing them, Liu Jinyi couldn’t have survived. Sighing with each item he picked, it didn’t take long before the trunk was filled. Seeing the half-empty treasure room, his heart felt as if it had been slashed by ten thousand knives—intensely painful!

Liu Jinyi wheeled the trunk out of the treasure room and called his subordinates, instructing them to deliver the trunk to Old Man Yun under the cover of darkness and ensure no one saw them.

Seeing his men carrying away the trunk, Liu Jinyi closed his eyes in agony. It was not only the treasures he was pained to part with but also for the He Family’s treasure vault. Who would have thought that He Xuewen would get involved with Old Man Yun?

It must have been the Yang Family pulling the strings. The accursed Yang Family, Liu Jinyi gritted his teeth in hatred, yet he could do nothing against the Yang Family, his reach was not that long, stretching into the military.

But why would Old Man Yun help He Xuewen? Liu Jinyi found it perplexing. Old Man Yun typically didn’t meddle in affairs, so why would he intervene this time?

Old Man Yun must also have eyes on the He Family’s treasure vault; that must be it, otherwise, he would not have sent King Luo with this message. Oh, the regret! Liu Jinyi secretly lamented not acting sooner. Now, it was a classic case of ’trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it’. Oh my treasures!

When Yun Family’s Luo Datou opened the trunk delivered by Liu Jinyi’s men, a burst of golden light shone out, making Luo Datou squint with delight. Indeed, Liu Gongji had a good eye, knowing that he liked glittering treasures.

"Sir, these broken toys are yours, but these jewels are mine. I didn’t realize this bastard Liu Gongji had so many good things. I should knock on his door again next time."

Luo Datou sorted the antiques and jewels from the trunk, joyously holding up a gold necklace under the light to examine it closely.

Mr. Yun picked up a silk painting and unfolded it for inspection, smiling contentedly. Not bad. It was a Guanyin painting by Tang Bohu, definitely an original. He also examined some other items including bronze ware, Duan Inkstone, jade, and porcelain, noting that Liu Jinyi really had collected quite a few treasures over the years.

"Let’s leave Liu Jinyi with some scraps to chew on. Otherwise, pushing him into desperation will only cause me unnecessary trouble."

Mr. Yun currently had no desire to deal with Liu Jinyi himself. Liu Jinyi was but a jumping clown, not worth his personal intervention nor a waste of resources he might otherwise need to preserve his life.

After all, many in Beijing would love to have his life, but they all hesitated, fearing the explosive power of what he held. Mr. Yun was once an intelligence operative, a key agent of the underground party, and he held a lot of intelligence and information in his hands.

No one knows exactly what information Mr. Yun has in his hands, nor does anyone know how many cards he holds. Mr. Yun is a mystery in Beijing, and no one can lift his veil. Hence, although there are many who wish Mr. Yun dead, no one dares to make a move, which is largely because none of these people have clean slates.

He Xuewen returned to Beijing right around the Dragon Boat Festival, first stopping by the Supply and Marketing Cooperative to visit Wang Qiuyang, bringing her and Wang Baishan some specialties from Beijing, as he frequently visited the Cooperative and was familiar with Wang Baishan.

He Xuewen brought fruit preserves and snacks from Beijing; Sister Li, standing beside him, enviously watched these exquisite pastries. Xiao Wang’s relative must be really rich, to be able to afford a trip to Beijing and bring back so many nice things. Xiao Wang is truly fortunate.

Wang Qiuyang invited He Xuewen to her home for lunch, but he declined. With Tian Mantong not at home, having lunch at Wang Qiuyang’s place as a lone man might not raise any concerns within the Tian Family, but outsiders might certainly think otherwise.

He Xuewen asked Wang Qiuyang for the keys to his house, mentioning he would ride his bicycle back since he had left it at Tian Mantong’s place before departing for Beijing. This would save him walking back to the village. He rode the bicycle first to the post office to call Yang Wenbin.

His original plan was to merely inform Yang Wenbin of his safety, but unexpectedly, Yang Wenbin had some good news for him.

"Xue Wen, I was just about to write to you. Ah, your place is nice, but it’s so inconvenient without a phone. You should quickly find a way to get the village connected with electricity and install a phone, that way it would be easier for me to contact you."

"Alright, I’ll look into that once I’m back. What did you want to talk to me about?" He Xuewen also felt the inconvenience of not having a phone, and decided to discuss the matter with Tian Bajin once back, aiming to get Yuequan Village electrified.

"Mr. Yun asked me to tell you to focus on brewing your liquor, to brew more good wine for him to enjoy, and not to worry about anyone harming you."

Yang Wenbin was very excited; he hadn’t expected Mr. Yun to be so efficient, having received a reply in just two days. He Xuewen was equally surprised, thinking it would take many trips to receive any response!

"Wenbin, I truly can’t thank you and Uncle Yang enough. Mr. Yun certainly responded so quickly because of Uncle Yang’s influence," He Xuewen gratefully said.

"It’s also because your wine is good. Without that, even my dad’s influence wouldn’t have persuaded Mr. Yun. Xue Wen, you might not know, but Mr. Yun is a peculiar person. I’ve heard a few things from my dad these past few days, and Mr. Yun’s experiences are far more fascinating than those stories in books,"

Hearing He Xuewen understanding his point, Yang Wenbin felt comfortable, and then added:

"Alright, I won’t say more over the phone. We can talk more when we meet. Bring your precious daughter next time you come to Beijing, no need to hide her anymore, having to treat your own daughter like an adopted daughter must feel awkward."

Yang Wenbin teased a bit and then hung up the phone. He Xuewen looked at the receiver, bemused. Wenbin indeed had a keen eye; he recognized Ah Nan’s identity with just one look. Luckily it was Wenbin who figured it out, otherwise...

Years of suppressed frustration seemed to dissipate in an instant for He Xuewen. The enemies he had long avoided were now dealt with by just a few words from Mr. Yun. The power of the strong was unbeatable. Thinking of Mr. Yun’s influence, a new thought emerged in He Xuewen’s mind.

He wanted to become strong, to be the most powerful support for his daughter, so he could protect her and spare her the hardships he had endured, allowing her to grow up carefree and untroubled! Looking up at the sky, He Xuewen’s spirit soared! (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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