Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Liu Xiangyang wasn't idle either. During the day, he rode his bicycle around Harbin, inquiring about the Qian family and also taking in many foreign buildings he passed by.

Persistence pays off. In the afternoon, he finally saw one of the henchmen he had injured the day before in front of a hospital.

I remember his name was Zhuzi. Liu Xiangyang didn't disturb him and kept a distance of about seventeen or eighteen meters behind him, keeping his mental energy firmly locked on him.

The pillar's head was wrapped in bandages. He was probably used to being arrogant, but even though he was injured, he still acted arrogantly, as if his head was about to pop out into the sky.

Liu Xiangyang followed him for more than half an hour and arrived at a three-story Western building, which was probably in Jewish style. He didn't know what it was used for before, but now it had been taken over by the man surnamed Qian and turned into his command post.

As Zhu Zi walked to the door, several people who had been at the skating rink yesterday came to greet him. A man surnamed Qian also arrived at the door: "Zhu Zi, don't worry, I've already cast my net. I'll definitely find that despicable couple and avenge you!"

Liu Xiangyang watched them go in, walked around the building, and, finding no back door, returned to the main entrance with peace of mind.

People gradually left the building to go home. Liu Xiangyang waited until almost 5:30 when someone brought him food. By 7:00, everyone had left except for the man surnamed Qian.

Liu Xiangyang guessed that this must be the Qian family's stronghold, so he rode his bike back.

When Liu Xiangyang returned to Chen Jie's house, it was already completely dark. He had just put his bicycle back into his spatial storage and pushed open the gate when it creaked open. Chen Jie rushed out, her fist landing on his chest, her voice trembling with tears: "Where have you been? It's so dark by the time you get back! I thought something had happened to you!"

He took her trembling hand and wiped away her tears: "We found his hideout, so we're a little late."

The stove inside was burning brightly. After hearing his discovery, Chen Jie said, "I found out who Qian's rival is. His name is Ding Li, and he lives in the factory's residential area."

"When I left tonight, only the guy surnamed Qian was left," Liu Xiangyang said in a low voice. "I'll go back again. I need to find something that can bring him down."

"It's too dangerous, maybe we should..."

"Do you think he'll let us go if we don't take him down? Godmother, I can't tolerate even the slightest risk on you."

"I need to know what's in his hideout—ledgers, letters, shady collections. If I find any of these, I can hand them over to his enemies or report him directly."

Chen Jie knew he had made up his mind, so she could only squeeze his hand tightly and say, "Then please be careful. Let's eat first."

At 11 p.m., the Jewish-style building was shrouded in darkness, with only a dim light shining from a window on the second floor.

Liu Xiangyang, like a shadow, clung to the base of the wall. He had observed the building during the day; it had old drainage pipes and decorative protrusions. He tested the feel of the walls, took a deep breath, and began to climb using both hands and feet.

He climbed almost silently, like a cat at night, and a few minutes later he reached the edge of the lit window.

The windowpane was covered in frost flowers, and a thick curtain was drawn inside, but there was a gap at the edge. He steadied himself and moved closer to the slit of light.

The room was an office-like space. The man surnamed Qian was wearing pajamas and leaning back in a recliner, with several empty wine bottles lying at his feet. A woman wearing only a bodice was sitting on his lap, whispering something.

"They've been searching all day, and there's still no news about the two people who injured Zhuzi and the others. Could they have escaped?"

The man surnamed Qian swirled his wine glass and sneered, "No way. I don't think those two are from out of town. Where could they have gone? Harbin is only so big. I'll turn it upside down and find those two scoundrels."

"Then, that woman, I'll have her serve me alongside you." His eyes gleamed with lust as he grabbed the woman and began to grope her. "As for the man, I'll personally break his bones."

The woman sat on his lap, coquettishly saying, "I don't want to be with anyone else." She then grasped his fidgeting hand and asked, "Have we been making too much noise lately? Zhao Si just passed away, what if the people over there…?"

"What are you afraid of?" The man surnamed Qian sat up straight and said, "Zhao Si is a traitor and deserves to die. I have men and guns, what are we afraid of? Once we catch that kid, we'll teach him a lesson."

He got up and walked to a safe by the wall, unlocked it, took out a brown paper bag, pulled out a stack of receipts and an account book, and waved them around: "See this? This was found at Zhao Si's house. That kid Zhao Si recorded all his bribes in here. I bet some people can't sleep right now."

The man surnamed Qian stuffed the things back, locked the cabinet, and patted it: "With this, who dares to touch me? I'll fight to the death."

Liu Xiangyang listened to the good show outside the window for four or five minutes, and then the small building was completely plunged into darkness and snoring.

He first used his mental power to confirm that the man surnamed Qian and the woman in the inner room were asleep. He then disassembled and broke the window latch and stored it in his spatial storage before carefully turning over and entering the room.

I went to their sleeping room and took a look. They were just a ten-centimeter-tall piece of trash. Then I went back to the safe room.

He walked straight to the safe, disassembled the hinges, and removed the entire safe door.

Inside, besides the brown paper bag, there were several bundles of national grain coupons and industrial coupons tied with rubber bands, and a stack of large yellow croakers and a stack of small yellow croakers were neatly arranged. Liu Xiangyang counted them and found that there were more than ten large yellow croakers and more than thirty small yellow croakers.

A stack of letters of introduction from different factories, several blank household registration books, all stamped with the official seal, and at the bottom was a handwritten ledger.

Liu Xiangyang quickly flipped through the ledger, which recorded the profits from black market transactions over the past year, amounting to more than 100,000 yuan. He also found records of payments made to the man surnamed Qian, who had taken nearly 50,000 yuan.

No wonder the guy surnamed Qian wanted to get rid of Zhao Si. It's 50,000 yuan a year. If I were surnamed Qian, I'd probably kill Zhao Si too.

The person Zhao Si recently joined is not on the list, probably because he hasn't had a chance to get his share of the money yet.

He put everything back into his storage space and restored the safe and windows to their original state.

They went inside and knocked out the man surnamed Qian and the woman, then took out a camera and took several photos of them.

Liu Xiangyang scanned the entire building again and found that the television, phonograph, and other items he had seen at Zhao Si's place had been moved here by the man surnamed Qian. He gave a cold laugh and left.

It was past 1 a.m. when he got back to Chen Jie's house. Chen Jie hadn't slept and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he had returned safely.

Liu Xiangyang took out an account book from his coat and explained in a low voice by the fire. Chen Jie looked at the account book, her hands trembling slightly: "This, this is enough to execute him several times over."

"Definitely." Liu Xiangyang then recounted his encounter with the woman surnamed Qian, who was having illicit affairs. "She has a corrupt lifestyle and engages in promiscuous relationships. I took photos of them; even a god couldn't save her now."

He looked at Chen Jie, her beautiful face reflected in his eyes: "Tell me, besides sending these things to the other faction, should we also send them to those people?"