Courtyard House: A Start with Black Gold Swallowing 100,000 Silver Dollars

"hehe……"

"We just received a tip that someone is selling contraband here, so we're here for a routine inspection."

Niu Dali stared at Li Wenguo with a forced smile, his words dripping with icy malice.

Upon hearing this, the workers in the warehouse stopped what they were doing and stood on tiptoe to look.

"You're the whistleblower, aren't you?"

"You're deliberately trying to trick me!"

Li Wenguo suddenly turned his head and glared at Feng Shao, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, looking exactly like someone who had just discovered a conspiracy and was furious.

"If you hadn't touched those things, where would this pit have come from?"

Feng Shao didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about the weather, but every word was like a nail, hitting Li Wenguo's heart.

"Lee-Enfield rifle, Bren light machine gun..."

Deputy Director Niu took the list handed to him by Feng Shao and read it aloud, one item at a time, his voice loud and clear.

A smirk played on his lips, a hint of mockery in his eyes, as he stared intently at Li Wenguo: "Good heavens, these are all contraband weapons!"

Seeing this, the clerks on the perimeter exchanged knowing glances—this wasn't an inspection, it was clearly a trap!

It was a setup to frame someone!

Everyone's heart skipped a beat: Manager Li is probably going to be completely ruined this time!

"Deputy Director Niu, you need to see this clearly. Feng Shao specifically requested these items; he's trying to pin this on me!"

Li Wenguo's voice was strained, and his brows were furrowed, conveying a deep sense of anxiety.

"I don't care who the buyer is; I only care about one thing—you violated international bans, and if the foreign firm had known, they would have chopped your hand off long ago!"

Niu Dali didn't even lift his eyelids, his words were like knives, aimed specifically at Li Wenguo.

"Unboxing!"

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen patrolmen immediately surrounded the wooden box and banged it open.

But the next second—

The weapons in the box were not listed at all!

Niu Dali and Feng Shao's faces flushed a deep purplish-red, their breathing became erratic, and their chests heaved violently.

All that elaborate scheme was laid out beforehand, only to be doused with a bucket of ice water: it turns out the biggest fool was none other than himself.

What's even more infuriating is that Li Wenguo watched the monkey show the whole time, and even smiled innocently.

"you……"

Deputy Director Niu pointed a trembling finger at Li Wenguo, wanting to yell "You're playing me!" but he swallowed the words back—he couldn't bear the embarrassment.

"Oh--"

Li Wenguo chuckled lightly and slowly said, "Deputy Director Niu, take another look. Which clause of these devices is written into the treaty's prohibition?"

"Tsk tsk, a bureau chief like him, being led by the nose like that, has his brain been slammed in a door before?"

Now that the facade had been torn off, he stopped pretending and spoke with barbs, especially the word "vice," which he pronounced heavily and crisply.

Niu Dali clenched his fists, but having no evidence, he could only suppress his anger and turn to stare intently at Feng Shao.

Feng Shao, however, recovered his composure, his face tightening as he coldly said, "The goods don't match the order; you've breached the contract."

"A thousand silver dollars? No big deal."

Li Wenguo smiled with his eyes crinkling, but his words were like nails, hitting the other person's heart again and again.

According to the rules of the foreign trading company, the breaching party shall compensate the other party with 10% of the purchase price, no more and no less.

Feng Shao's face was ashen, and Niu Dali's face was grim. The two of them led their men away in a sorry state.

Li Wenguo stood there, watching their departing figures, his expression gradually darkening.

It wasn't that he was heartbroken over the thousand dollars—he was worth millions, and that amount of money was nothing to him, so he couldn't even be bothered to frown at it.

What truly worried him was the Xu family behind Feng Shao.

That's a top-tier family in Beijing, a behemoth even more powerful and domineering than the Xu family.

If I were truly determined to kill him, crushing Li Wenguo would be no different than crushing an ant.

But he didn't believe the Xu family would personally deal with someone as insignificant as himself—with the prestigious reputation of the foreign firm protecting him, anyone who wanted to touch him would have to consider the foreigners' attitude and the price.

So here's the question: Was Feng Shao acting on the orders of the Xu family, or was he just running errands for someone else?

Li Wenguo tapped his fingertips on the table, pondering repeatedly, but still couldn't figure it out.

Forget it, let's just bring him over and ask him directly!

After severe torture, the truth will naturally come to light.

Needless to say, Feng Shao failed in his duties and was severely reprimanded by Young Master Xu.

Li Wenguo had already sent Ding Xiaoqi and his men to keep watch, but after two days of surveillance, they still couldn't find an opening to strike.

He simply summoned his clone—after all, he held the title of police chief, so he could easily invite a manager to dinner, give him a small gift, and then casually "invite" him for a ride in a rickshaw.

Around 10 p.m. that night, Feng Shao, his cheeks flushed from drinking, staggered out of Fuyuan Restaurant and jumped into Xiao Jiela's rickshaw...

"Oh shit!"

"explain!"

"Who ordered you to frame me?!"

Li Wenguo first had Ding Xiaoqi and Xiao Jie beat Feng Shao half to death before dragging a chair down to sit down, his face full of smiles, but his tone was chillingly cold.

At this moment, Feng Shao was bound hand and foot to a chair, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his body limp, his eyes unfocused, and he was gasping for breath in pain.

To prevent his clone from being controlled by him, he fought back, but his face remained completely unmoved.

"Cough...cough cough!"

He never expected that Li Wenguo would actually dare to kidnap him, let alone that the other party even had the thought of killing him—he had the Xu family backing him and a bright future ahead of him, he absolutely could not die here!

He stammered hoarsely, "It's...it's Young Master Xu!"

Young Master Xu?!

The Xu family?!

But the two families have absolutely no connection!

Li Wenguo's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed on, "Why?"

"Because...because of Mavis Hee..."

Feng Shao coughed up blood, managing to squeeze out a few words intermittently, his body still trembling like a leaf.

Oh?

It's Mavis Hee!

The mystery was suddenly solved.

Ugh……

Beautiful women are truly a source of trouble!

Li Wenguo sighed silently.

After expressing my feelings, a sense of annoyance welled up inside me.

Sigh, as expected, some money is a real pain in the neck!

I should have been tougher back then and insisted on 30%!

There's no use regretting it now; we can only try to salvage the situation as quickly as possible.

The thought had barely crossed his mind for less than three seconds when a solution came to him.

The same old method—first, stuff Feng Shao into the spatial dimension, then have the clone impersonate him, publicly kill that young master surnamed Xu, and then "commit suicide" to end the matter. Just in case, it must be done in a crowded and well-lit place, and it must be done cleanly, neatly, and without any flaws.

After all, this young master Xu has deep roots and a powerful background; the slightest oversight could lead to utter destruction.

Next-

Li Wenguo waved his hand, telling Ding Xiaoqi and Xiao Jie to go out and wait. He then turned around and seized Feng Shao's weak point, forcing him to spill the beans: his connections, his backers, his daily life, his related relationships... In order to save his life, Feng Shao revealed almost everything about his ancestors' good fortune.

However, Li Wenguo didn't care about those trivial matters at all, and only asked him to pick out the important ones.

They actually uncovered a chilling piece of news.

Li Wenguo's pupils contracted and his heart pounded.

It turns out that this young master Xu had a twisted hobby, targeting beautiful women. After torturing and killing them, he would use a secret medicine to preserve the bodies as "collectibles" or "private exhibits".

I rely on!

This isn't a human being; it's a mad dog in human skin!

Li Wenguo spat inwardly.

Sure enough, regardless of the era, these rich kids born with a silver spoon in their mouths all play increasingly wicked games.

Especially in these years of lax laws and lack of oversight, they have become even more unscrupulous and brazen.

Once he had extracted all the key information, Li Wenguo, under Feng Shao's bewildered gaze, raised his hand and vanished instantly.

Immediately afterwards, another "Feng Shao" quietly stood still, his features unchanged, but his aura had turned colder.

Now, the police chief will have to take another day off due to illness.

Meanwhile, the clone who was currently impersonating Yang Zhengde was finding it increasingly difficult.

Recently, two of his suspicious subordinates have been eliminated, and there are a few others who, though not explicitly stated, have already shown some suspicion in their eyes—fortunately, they don't meet often, so we can stall for time.

Right now, "Yang Zhengde" is working diligently to figure out Deputy Director Niu Dali's temperament, habits, and social circle, preparing to turn him into the next "himself".

Then, by using the ocean to pave the way, it was only natural that he was promoted to the rightful position.

At this stage, Li Wenguo has no intention of touching higher levels—a local official is more powerful than a county official, and a bureau chief with real power is enough to resolve 90% of the troubles.

……

"You understand the plan, so get to work quickly."

Li Wenguo stared at the "Feng Shao" in front of him, his tone calm.

"Don't worry, I've got your back."

Feng Shao smirked, then pressed one hand to his chest, his steps unsteady, pretending to be a wounded soldier who had just been hit hard, and swayed toward the door.

Li Wenguo followed behind at a leisurely pace.

"Xiao Jie, take him home."

As soon as he stepped out of the house, Li Wenguo gave his instructions.

"Mr. Li, this...?"

Ding Xiaoqi and Xiao Jie exchanged a glance, their expressions hesitant, but their meaning was crystal clear—they should simply take the opportunity to finish him off and avoid future trouble.

"Heh, don't worry."

Li Wenguo smiled calmly, his tone gentle yet authoritative:

I know what I'm doing.

"Send him away."

Xiao Jie hesitated for a moment, then finally bowed his head and agreed.

The two couldn't understand why they didn't just cut it off completely? Were they really going to leave it as a potential threat?

"His entire family's lives are in my hands."

Seeing that the two men's brows remained furrowed, Li Wenguo added a sentence.

Only after these words were spoken did the two of them finally feel relieved.

Later, the clone indeed resolved the matter flawlessly. Ding Xiaoqi, Xiao Jie, and Wen San and the other guards looked at Li Wenguo with even more awe, almost instinctively.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

As usual, the doppelganger playing "Feng Shao" stepped into the Xu mansion on time, waiting patiently for orders.

Also waiting in the hall were two stewards of similar age—the trusted stewards of Xu Gongzi's younger brother and sister, respectively.

It has always been the case in wealthy families that once their children reach adulthood, they are always assigned a shrewd and capable steward to assist them.

The clone "Feng Shao" kept his head down and eyes down the whole time, afraid of giving away the secret by saying too much. He simply put on a dazed look and only gave a vague reply when he was called on.

The other two stewards had obviously heard about how he had been publicly reprimanded by the eldest son yesterday, and seeing him so distraught, they didn't find it strange.

Before long, the two men were summoned inside, leaving only "Feng Shao" in the hall. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Young Master Xu, who had indulged in revelry all night, lazily got up.

Before long, a servant hurriedly came to invite them.

Fortunately, someone guided us, so we didn't get lost in the intricate courtyard.

Soon, Feng Shao saw Young Master Xu sitting at the dining table, leisurely enjoying his breakfast.

Fuck!

With this kind of attitude, you still want to mess with me?

Why don't you look in the mirror and see what kind of person you are!

A cold laugh escaped his lips.

This young master Xu was obese, with a sallow complexion and sunken eyes, exuding an air of decadence eroded by wine and women. "This job is useless. Go find a few desperados and take care of that guy—what's his name again?"

While picking at the food in his bowl, Young Master Xu mumbled instructions.

Fuck him!!!

You still want to mess with me? You've got a death wish!

The clone "Feng Shao" felt a surge of murderous intent in his heart, almost to the point of exploding.

He lowered his head and replied, "Call me Li Wenguo."

He really wanted to pull out his gun and shoot this pile of rotten flesh right now, but there were only the two of them in the huge restaurant, and no third eye was watching. He was afraid that things would get out of hand, so he had to grit his teeth and suppress his anger.

"Yes, yes, it's the one surnamed Li!"

"You dare steal my woman? You're asking for death!"

"I want to chop him up, tear him to pieces, and grind him into dust—"

He cursed quickly and viciously, every word dripping with blood; it was clear he had done it many times before.

Holy shit!

He really is a psychopath, a serial killer!

The clone "Feng Shao" felt a chill run down his spine.

Thinking of the scenes of disembowelment, heart removal, bone sawing, and skin peeling that she had witnessed in her past life, her fingers uncontrollably slid down her back.