Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chapter 89: The Huang Family's Stakeout, Tracking and Retrieving Treasure! An astonishing operation, utterly immoral!

In those days, televisions were not yet common, and many families didn't even have radios, so entertainment options were extremely limited.

At the same time, in order to save on electricity bills, most families basically turn off the lights and go to bed after dinner.

Chen Deshun glanced quietly into his parents' room. The room was dark, and the old couple should be lying down by now.

He tiptoed out of the house, then gently opened the courtyard gate and pushed his bicycle out without making a sound.

As night fell, a few sparse stars flickered behind the clouds.

The alley was so quiet you could hear your own breathing. Occasionally, a few barks of dogs would break the silence in the distance, only to quickly dissipate in the wind.

Chen Deshun did not linger near his home. He climbed onto his bicycle, and the wheels rolled over the bluestone road, making a soft "rolling" sound. He rode towards the Huang family's house with a clear direction.

The 1,800 yuan that the Huang family has to pay in compensation is no small amount. To raise this money in a short period of time, they will have to use the treasures that the traitors hid back then.

Those were things that couldn't be brought into the light, so naturally we had to wait until dark to go out and retrieve them.

When he arrived at the entrance of the alley where the Huang family lived, he originally wanted to park his car on the side of the road, but the lesson of having his car stolen last time was still fresh in his mind, so he was not at ease and simply rode around to a corner where he could see the car and park there.

After locking the car, he quickly disappeared into the shadows nearby, his eyes fixed on the gate of the Huang family compound.

There was light coming from inside the Huang family's house, so Huang Hansheng should still be inside and hadn't moved.

To be absolutely certain, Chen Deshun still took the risk of getting closer, crouching down and pressing himself against the wall to listen carefully to the sounds coming from inside the house.

Hearing the sound of objects colliding inside the room, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly retreated into the shadows.

This was his second time keeping watch, and he was much more experienced than before. He felt no anxiety at all, and just stood in the shadows, quietly waiting for his prey to emerge from its den.

Since the treasures left by Huang Hansheng's father were able to escape being confiscated during so many purges, they certainly couldn't have been hidden at home.

Therefore, he concluded that Huang Hansheng would definitely go out to retrieve the treasure tonight.

Not long after, the lights in the Huang family's house went out.

Chen Deshun perked up, thinking that Huang Hansheng would come out soon, and prepared to follow him.

But no matter how long they waited, the courtyard gate remained unmoved, without making a sound.

Chen Deshun wasn't in a hurry and patiently continued to wait.

Such shady matters naturally require caution, and Huang Hansheng would repeatedly confirm his safety before leaving the house.

After waiting for about half an hour, a small, furry figure, like a rat stealing oil, slipped out of the Huang family's courtyard gate.

Chen Deshun squinted and recognized the man by his figure at a glance; it was Huang Xumin's father, Huang Hansheng.

He was dressed in a black cloth jacket, as if trying to blend into the night. He carried an empty coarse cloth sack in his hand and a shovel on his shoulder, looking wary.

Huang Hansheng stood at the door, looked around to make sure no one was around, then lowered his body and quickly walked into the depths of the alley.

Chen Deshun's lips curled into a cold smile. He was about to take a step to follow when he turned his head and looked at the bicycle parked not far away, his brows furrowing slightly.

I thought Huang Hansheng would choose to ride a bicycle, but I didn't expect him to walk.

Since he's walking, he can't ride a bicycle. Bicycles aren't very maneuverable, they're noisy, and they're easy to spot.

Without hesitation, Chen Deshun locked the car in the same spot where it had been stolen last time and followed after them.

The car was stolen last time because the Huang family made a big fuss about it, which happened to attract the attention of a passing thief.

Now that Li Wei and his gang have been arrested, and since I was acting secretly, I shouldn't be so unlucky as to stumble twice in the same place.

Even at the risk of failing, he was still going to do it.

Finding out the details of Huang Hansheng's family background is far more valuable than a bicycle.

Chen Deshun followed at a safe distance of about ten meters, making it difficult to lose track of him or be discovered.

Huang Hansheng kept his head down and walked quickly, choosing to take the dark and winding paths, which became increasingly secluded and steep.

After walking quite a distance, Chen Deshun had no idea which village in Beijing he was in.

In short, there were no lights from the surrounding houses, only boundless darkness, the sound of the wind, and the rustling of leaves.

Huang Hansheng stopped in front of a house, hid the sack and shovel in a haystack by the roadside, knocked on the door, the yard opened, and the lights came on inside.

A short while later, he rode out of the courtyard on a tricycle.

He stopped by the roadside where he had hidden the things, turned around again to make sure no one was following him, and then threw the shovel and sack onto the tricycle.

He pedaled away in his tricycle, making a creaking sound.

Chen Deshun, who was following behind, gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly. This old man is too cautious!

His bicycle was parked near the Huang family's house and hadn't been moved; now he could only chase after it on foot.

The tricycle sped up faster and faster, and Chen Deshun dared not stop, following closely behind.

The surrounding scenery grew increasingly desolate, leaving only a pale moon overhead.

Chen Deshun stumbled and almost fell. He quickly steadied himself and looked down to find that he had tripped over a small mound of earth. He looked around and, in the moonlight, saw a desolate landscape with mounds of earth rising abruptly from the ground.

Only then did he realize that he had arrived at a cemetery in the suburbs.

When the wind blew, the area around the graveyard rustled, making Chen Deshun's heart tremble.

Although he was an atheist, it was still quite creepy for him to be sitting on a graveyard late at night.

He quickly put his hands together, bowed to the grave mound at his feet, and silently said, "Don't blame me, don't blame me, it was unintentional."

At the same time, a bold guess arose in his mind.

Huang Hansheng's subsequent actions confirmed his suspicions.

Huang Hansheng stopped the car, took out the shovel and sack from the back, looked around as if trying to determine the direction, and then walked deeper into the cemetery.

All around were lonely earthen graves, and gusts of cold wind blew by, swirling up withered branches and fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

Huang Hansheng stopped in front of a grave mound and respectfully bowed three times.

In the darkness, this scene appeared extremely eerie, causing Chen Deshun, who was hiding behind a tree in the distance, to swallow hard.

It must be admitted that Huang Hansheng's father was quite a figure.

Being able to act as a traitor proves he's no good. He even thought of hiding things in a graveyard. No wonder so many political movements failed to uncover this treasure.

Huang Hansheng used his foot to measure the area in front of the grave mound, seemingly to find the location. Once he confirmed the location, he no longer hesitated, grabbed a shovel, and began digging.

Chen Deshun peeked half his head out from behind the tree.

In the dead of night, the only sounds were the "thump-thump" of shovels digging in the soil and Huang Hansheng's heavy breathing.

After digging about half a meter deep, the shovel head suddenly hit a hard object, making a muffled "clang" sound.

Huang Hansheng's expression brightened, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes. He immediately quickened his swinging of the shovel, sending clods of earth flying.

Soon, he pulled a locked box out of the pit. The box was covered with a thick layer of mud, indicating that it had been buried for many years.

Ignoring the mud on the box, he carefully placed it aside and began filling it with soil.

After a long while, they finally filled the soil in and even tamped it down with their feet.

Just when Chen Deshun thought he was going to ride away on his tricycle, the guy suddenly turned around, went to another grave next door, grabbed the shovel again, and started digging.

Chen Deshun's pupils contracted slightly, and he instantly understood.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows!

They buried them all in the grave, yet they still thought of dividing them into two parts. Even if one part was discovered, the other part might still be preserved.

No wonder he's working for the Japanese; he's got a cunning mind.

Huang Hansheng dug one shovelful at a time, this time digging much deeper than before.

Chen Deshun yawned, his eyelids feeling heavy.

He has to go to work tomorrow morning, and after all this fuss, he just wants to go back to sleep.

But he couldn't leave. He wanted to see with his own eyes what else was down there, how many items Huang Hansheng's father had left behind, and to see where those items ended up after they were unearthed.

"Bang!"

A dull metallic clang rang out, drawing Chen Deshun's attention back.

He looked up and saw that Huang Hansheng had stopped digging, a hint of excitement on his face.

Good grief, is it really necessary to be this happy about finding a coffin lid?

Huang Hansheng inserted the shovel into the gap in the coffin, kicked hard with both legs, and with all his might, pried open the coffin lid with great effort. Then he pressed down on it and forcefully pushed the lid open.

Chen Deshun, who was watching from a distance, got goosebumps all over.

That traitor actually stuffed things into the coffin, and it was someone else's coffin, didn't he find it disgusting?

Huang Hansheng returned to the tricycle, took the sacks from the truck bed, and began to pack the contents of the coffin into the sacks, one by one.

It was too dark for Chen Deshun to see what was inside the coffin; he could only hear the clanging and clattering sounds.

If it were porcelain, it would definitely break if packed like that.

He guessed it was something like gold bars or silver dollars.

Judging from the noise, there must be quite a few.

Chen Deshun sneered inwardly.

Haha, so this is just "a little" hidden? It's far more than that!

Suddenly I realized that the compensation of 1,800 yuan was still too little.

Huang Hansheng finished packing the items and checked them carefully one last time before he was done.

He pounded his back, exhausted, and leaned against a big tree for a while to catch his breath before getting up and carrying the sack back to the tricycle.

Then, he jumped into the car and drove away without looking back.

This move completely baffled Chen Deshun.

Good heavens—this is utterly despicable! Not only did they dig up someone else's grave, but they left the coffin lid wide open without even filling it with soil, and then just packed up and ran away?

Only after watching Huang Hansheng's figure disappear into the night on his tricycle did Chen Deshun emerge from behind the tree.

He tiptoed to the dug-out coffin, peeked inside, and that one glance was enough to dispel any thought of going over to check if anything had been missed.

He saw something he shouldn't have seen in the coffin, and even after living two lives, he still felt incredibly disgusted.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Chen Deshun shivered. Not daring to linger any longer, he turned and ran back.

This place is too yin; even staying here for a second longer makes one feel uneasy.

Chen Deshun looked up at the dark sky, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Huang Hansheng took out so many items, but he dared not trade them rashly. He would definitely find a safe place to hide them first, since they were all items that could not be seen in the light of day, and he could easily get into trouble if he was not careful.

Although Chen Deshun really wanted to ride his bike home to sleep at that moment, before returning, he had to confirm where Huang Hansheng had taken those things—whether it was home or somewhere else.

This is the most important part of the plan, as it relates to the implementation of the entire plan, and cannot be taken lightly.