Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 360 The Yellow Bird Attacks Again
"No problem, I'll go buy three more cars and put up the license plates as soon as possible."

Gao Dongxu smiled and said, even though he has to spend more than 10 million to buy these license plates now, you have to know that their value will be higher in the future.

The more prosperous the Magic City becomes, the more valuable these license plates will be.

The license plate number 10X18, Xiaoxue's birthday, was hung on the dragon blood red Land Rover, license plates 1 and 2 were hung on the other two Land Rovers, and license plate number 8 naturally belonged to the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

As for the license plates No. 9, 12345 and 08X03 customized license plates, Gao Dongxu prepared them for the Ferrari Enzo, Maybach and Bentley he was about to buy.

In Beijing, he needs to keep a low profile, but in Shanghai, there is no need to do so. Since he wants to buy cars, he might as well buy a few more.

As a result, Gao Dongxu, who had only been in Shanghai for a few days, was really spending money like water.

Four large flats, each worth 40 million, with a 30% down payment, totaling 48 million. A 100 million investment in D Rongbao, 14.2 million license plates, and a total of 15 million spent on the four cars...

In addition to the 20 million in cash, Gao Dongxu's bank account suddenly lost more than 157 million...

Although the 100 million from D Rongbao could bring him back 15 million every day, Gao Dongxu, who was still thinking of buying a few houses, also felt a pang of pain.

Xiaoxue and Gu Shengnan were completely stunned after hearing Gao Dongxu's lament that money cannot be spent.

You don't know until you calculate it. Even Xiaoxue, who knew that Gao Dongxu was very rich, couldn't help but sigh that poverty limited their imagination.

Of course, the most depressed person was Gu Shengnan. She was completely emo. She looked at Gao Dongxu with resentment and pity all the time, and kept muttering aggrievedly: "You are so rich, why do you have to embarrass a little girl like me for a few hundred thousand yuan and make me work like a slave..."

Gao Dongxu retorted that the landlord had no surplus food, completely ignoring Gu Shengnan's resentment and pity.

Knowing that Gao Dongxu had bad intentions and that Xiaoxue, who coveted Gu Shengnan's body, not only did she not pity Gu Shengnan, but she actually helped the evildoer. She acted like a good friend, helping Gao Dongxu, persuading and comforting, and deceiving Gu Shengnan...

After finishing the somewhat subpar lunch that Gu Shengnan prepared due to emotional stress, Gao Dongxu hugged Xiaoxue and went back to the house to rest and take a nap.

After waking up in the afternoon, Gao Dongxu called Xiaoqing and asked him to prepare an off-road motorcycle, fill it with gas, and send someone to the agreed location before 1 a.m. After the delivery, the person should not stay.

Xiaoqing agreed without asking any questions.

At twelve o'clock midnight, Gao Dongxu opened his eyes, carefully lifted the quilt, took Xiaoxue's arm away, and looked at her pretty face with a sweet smile even in her sleep, and couldn't help but smile.

Although this large-screen tablet has hardware incompatibility and is prone to overheating and black screen, it brings you just as much joy.

Gao Dongxu, dressed in a black turtleneck sweater, black jeans, tactical boots, and a black leather jacket, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully applying his custom makeup. The dark foundation darkened his complexion by two shades, elongated the corners of his eyes, and shadowed the sides of his nose, making him look ten years older than he had during the day.

He put on his baseball cap, pulling the brim low. He switched his phone to silent mode and slipped his navigation tablet into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. After doing all this, he glanced deeply at himself in the mirror and smiled faintly.

The elevator went directly to the underground garage. Gao Dongxu got into his newly purchased black Land Rover, drove out of the community, and blended into the night scene of Shanghai.

Gao Dongxu did not go directly to his destination, but drove to a nightclub near the Bund. He parked his car in front of the nightclub and got out to enter.

Amidst the deafening music, Gao Dongxu ordered a whiskey at the bar. He deliberately circled the edge of the dance floor, ensuring the surveillance cameras could capture him. Fifteen minutes later, he put down his glass, having only taken a sip, and left through the back door.

In the alley behind the nightclub, he hailed a taxi. "Master, to Yangpu Wujiaochang," he said in deliberately accented Mandarin.

The taxi drove onto the elevated highway. Gao Dongxu leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, resting. But his ears remained alert, listening for any movement around him. An hour later, the taxi stopped at the curb in Wujiaochang.

Gao Dongxu paid the fare and waited until the taxi disappeared before quickly walking into an alley. He spotted a mountain bike leaning against a wall. After making sure no one was around, he walked over, grabbed the full-face helmet on the bike's seat, put it on, and climbed on. He turned the key, which had been inserted. The bike had been specially modified, completely black, reflecting no light, and even the engine noise had been minimized.

Gao Dongxu was very satisfied with Xiaoqing's thoughtful arrangement. He never worried that his subordinates were too smart, but rather that they were too stupid, which would be unbearable for him.

He took out the navigation tablet and fixed it to the motorcycle dashboard with tape. He looked at his watch. It was 1:25 in the morning.

The motorcycle sped along the suburban highway, the night wind whistling past. Gao Dongxu's thoughts were remarkably clear. The intelligence Fusheng had brought back indicated that the marine aquaculture base was likely a cash storage base for money laundering. He had to go and confirm it himself.

The roar of the motorcycle engine was particularly piercing in the silent night. Finally reaching the intersection of his destination, Gao Dongxu parked his bike by the roadside. It was pitch black all around him. He pushed the bike into the woods, stowed the motorcycle and helmet away, and donned his tactical gloves and a V-shaped mask. He checked his gun, flipped the safety, loaded the bullet, and stowed it away, ready to fire at any moment.

After making all preparations, Gao Dongxu used his night vision ability and ran towards the breeding base on the coast.

Gao Dongxu's running speed was always controlled at the peak human speed of 100 meters. In the dark night, he was like a cheetah running.

Arriving at the gate of the breeding and cultivation base, Gao Dongxu looked at the rusty iron fence gate in front of him, which was wrapped with heavy iron chains and locked with iron locks.

He looked up and saw the camera on the wall was tilted and had no power, so it was just a decoration. Gao Dongxu narrowed his eyes and carefully examined this strange base in the darkness.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, shrouding the entire factory in thick darkness. In the distance, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks echoed, like the whispers of some unknown creature. Gao Dongxu's night vision allowed him to clearly see the scene within the base: rows of empty aquaculture ponds, their bottoms filled with blackened water and emitting a faint, rancid odor.

The most eye-catching thing was the three-story European-style villa, whose Gothic spire looked like a monster's fangs in the night. The windows of the villa were all closed and the curtains were drawn tightly.

Gao Dongxu took two steps back, took a running start, and easily jumped onto the three-meter-high wall. His movements were as light as a cat, and he made almost no sound when he landed.

He hurried to the villa's main door. It was made of heavy solid wood, the keyhole slightly rusted. Gao Dongxu pulled a specially made master key from his tactical belt and gave it a gentle turn. The lock tongue made a soft click.

The moment he pushed open the door, a musty smell hit him. Gao Dongxu held his breath and used his night vision to survey the room. The floor was thick with dust, and various documents were scattered across it, creating a very messy atmosphere.

His tactical boots left clear footprints on the floor. In the living room, a row of computers sat neatly on a table, all covered with dust sheets. Gao Dongxu lifted one of the sheets, and the dust on the monitors stirred up, forming a small cloud in the air.

"It seems that this villa is not the target..." He muttered to himself, his fingers lightly brushing across the table, leaving a clear mark.

The interior of the villa is luxuriously decorated, the crystal chandelier is covered with cobwebs, and the leather sofa is cracked.

Although he felt that there was a high possibility that what he wanted was not in this villa, Gao Dongxu still checked every room carefully just in case. The filing cabinet in the study was open, and the documents inside were missing; there were still a few moldy and torn clothes hanging in the bedroom closet, and the refrigerator door in the kitchen was half open, and it was empty.

After finding nothing, he took out a broom to destroy all his footprints, walked out of the villa and locked the door.

Gao Dongxu stood in the courtyard in front of the villa, his brow furrowed. The night breeze lifted the corners of his clothes, bringing with it the smell of the sea. He looked around, his eyes sweeping over every corner where something might be hidden: rusted water tanks, collapsed warehouses, overgrown flower beds...

"Something's wrong," he muttered to himself. He suspected there must be a large amount of cash hidden here, but after searching the entire base, he found nothing.

At that moment, his gaze was drawn to a faint light in the distance. It was a lighthouse deep in the sea, faintly visible in the moonlight. Gao Dongxu's pupils suddenly constricted—the location of this lighthouse was so ingenious, right at the very edge of the base, yet independent of the main building.

He hurried toward the lighthouse, his tactical boots making a soft sound on the gravel. As he approached, he realized the lighthouse was even more dilapidated than he had imagined. The paint on the exterior walls had peeled, revealing mottled cement. The iron gate had long since rusted, and the slightest push produced a harsh creaking sound.

The interior of the lighthouse was pitch black, the wooden steps of the spiral staircase rotted away. Gao Dongxu's night vision allowed him to see every detail clearly: cobwebs in the corners, large areas of peeling wall paint, and broken glass scattered on the ground.

But when he stepped onto the wooden floor, his steps suddenly stopped. The texture beneath his feet was wrong—the boards were too new, and they didn't fit in with the dilapidated surroundings. Gao Dongxu squatted down and tapped the floor lightly with his fingers. The echoing sound indicated that there was nothing underneath.

A smile played on his lips as he pulled out a specially crafted crowbar from the space. The tip of the crowbar had been specially treated to easily fit into the tiniest of gaps. With a "click," several pieces of wooden floorboards peeled away, revealing a pitch-black hole.

A chilly air gushed out of the well, carrying with it a strong smell of sea and rust. Gao Dongxu counted the dangling chains; there were four in total, each as thick as a wrist, their surface covered in rust but still strong.

He pulled a handful of exploration glow sticks from the space, broke them one by one, and threw them into the well. The glow sticks traced green trails in the air, illuminating the well walls. The well was deep, and by the time the glow sticks reached the bottom, they had become tiny points of light.

Gao Dongxu tightened his tactical gloves and gripped the two chains to test their weight. After confirming they were safe, he took a deep breath and began his slow descent. The chains creaked softly, a sound remarkably clear in the quiet lighthouse.

As we descended, more and more water stains appeared on the walls of the well, and the air was filled with a salty and fishy smell.

Gao Dongxu's feet landed firmly on the bottom of the well. The humid air was filled with the smell of metal and seawater. He pulled out a powerful flashlight, and the dazzling beam instantly illuminated the entire space below.

It was a circular space, approximately five meters in diameter, its walls crisscrossed with pipes and wiring. The most striking feature was the one-meter-diameter periscope window, its thick tempered glass shrouded in condensation. Next to it was an electric switch.

(End of this chapter)