Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

She walked up to Zhao Qiang, her tone unusually calm: "I think there might be a misunderstanding. I know Director Hao too, why don't you take me to see him and we can clarify things face to face? I don't think he'll ask you to go to such extremes."

Zhao Qiang's eyes darted around, and he thought that instead of wasting time here waiting for reinforcements, he should bring the person to Hao Jianguo first.

He immediately changed his tune: "Fine, Director Hao has always been fair and honest. Since you're willing to cooperate, let's go see him first, so we don't get accused of abusing our power."

Xiao Wang was so anxious that he stamped his feet: "Comrade Su, it's obvious that they set you up! We just need to wait for the commander and the others to come and clear your name!" Xiao Wang wished he could run to find someone right now, but he was afraid that the few people here couldn't handle it and Su Wanqing would get hurt. To make matters worse, Comrade Zhou Yanshen wasn't here today!

really...

Su Wanqing gently shook her head—just clear your name? On what grounds?

That would at most prove her innocence, but it wouldn't do anything to Hao Jianguo.

Since the other party has offered themselves up, she not only wants to take Hao Jianguo's basement, but also wants him to reunite with Su Lingshan in prison.

She lowered her voice and instructed, "Zhang Qiang and Xiao Wang, you two come with me. The rest of you, one go to the mayor, and the other go to the central leadership group and Lin Meihua. Tell them I want to file a formal complaint against Hao Jianguo, and that I have evidence. Ask them to bring over professionals who can appraise cultural relics."

Although the remaining two did not understand where Su Wanqing got the evidence, since she had said so, they could only grit their teeth and agree, and immediately split up to take action.

Ding Xiaomei and her uncle frowned anxiously, saying, "Since you're going, we'll go with you!"

Su Wanqing shook her head: "Uncle, go find Zhou Yanshen and tell him to come and help me as soon as possible. Sister, take my surgical kit, let's go together."

Bring Ding Xiaomei along, just in case something unexpected happens on the way. It's good to have a female comrade by your side to take care of you.

Today, she wants to earn some pocket money for her children before they are born, and then take over Hao Jianguo's basement.

After making the arrangements, Su Wanqing had Xiao Wang drive and Zhao Qiang lead the way.

Zhao Qiang waved his hand, instructing his men to take Old Man Wang back to the station first. He then led seven or eight men and drove in a grand procession toward Hao Jianguo's country.

Once they get there, it will be Hao Jianguo's territory. Even if Su Wanqing goes in, she won't be able to cause any trouble. How Hao Jianguo deals with her will be entirely up to him.

Soon, the car stopped in front of an inconspicuous two-story building.

The place was exactly as described in the original text—ordinary in appearance, with gray walls and a tightly closed iron gate, showing no sign of extravagance.

A brand-new black sedan was parked in the yard, gleaming brightly in the sunlight, standing out starkly from the surrounding drab houses.

As Su Wanqing got off the bus, carrying a basket on her back, she silently activated her spatial radar and instantly locked onto the entrance to the basement—just as described in the original text, hidden under the study floor. She could sense the metal and hard objects piled up inside even through the wall. A slight smile appeared on her lips; she thought to herself that this trip was worthwhile.

Zhao Qiang knocked on the door, and Hao Jianguo poked his head out. When he saw Su Wanqing in the crowd, his eyes lit up.

He thought the person in the photo was already pretty enough, but he didn't expect her to be even more beautiful in person—she had gained weight, her skin was fair and smooth, and she had the roundness and softness that comes with pregnancy. In particular, her bulging belly and heavy chest were like ripe fruit, stimulating every nerve in his body.

He quickly straightened his collar, put on a fake friendly expression, and strode out:

"You must be Su Wanqing? We're actually relatives, your uncle is my father-in-law! We're all family, even if the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple!"

He reprimanded Zhao Qiang with a stern face, "Really, you didn't know to investigate before arresting someone? We're all on the same side, even if they've committed heinous crimes, I can still turn a blind eye." As if showing off his superiority, Hao Jianguo could already imagine Su Wanqing begging him for forgiveness in a moment.

Then he turned to Su Wanqing, his eyes sweeping over her like a snake's forked tongue: "Your situation is, in a way, serious, but also not serious. It all depends on what you do. Come, come in and sit down so we can talk slowly. We're all family, and I'll definitely help if I can."

He spoke politely, but in his heart he was thinking—since this woman had come to his door, once she was inside, he would use both soft and hard tactics to take advantage of her first, and if she dared to cause trouble, he would threaten to make sure she spent the rest of her life in jail.

He also heard that Su Wanqing was selling oyster mushrooms in Bincheng. She sold hundreds of thousands of kilograms before and after the Lunar New Year, earning at least tens of thousands of yuan. If he could control both the person and the business, that would be killing two birds with one stone.

However, things didn't go as Hao Jianguo had expected.

Su Wanqing simply smiled at him, neither answering nor following him inside. Ding Xiaomei held her arm tightly, looking nervous.

Zhao Qiang and his men followed behind, feeling that something was wrong; this Su Wanqing was too strange.

Su Wanqing's radar had clearly marked the location of the basement, and she calmly estimated the distance.

The basement wasn't large, only about fifty square meters, but it was densely packed with several shelves—gold bars were neatly stacked, antique porcelain vases, jade artifacts, and calligraphy and paintings were crammed full, and in the corner were several dusty wooden boxes, heavy inside, you could tell what they contained without even looking.

Besides these, the safe against the wall also contained several account books and several documents with red seals—all of which were evidence of Hao Jianguo's crimes accumulated over the years through framing, forced purchases at low prices, and other means.

As for why villains like to hide ledgers and the like, Su Wanqing thought it might be because Su Lingshan felt that this setting would make it easier to pin down the villains, and now it just so happens to benefit Su Wanqing.

Su Lingshan didn't have a spatial ability back then, otherwise she could have used it to nail Hao Jianguo to death. What a pity.

Of course, the most dangerous thing was that there were also several lists of unearthed cultural relics inside, which were capital offenses that would result in severe punishment if caught in the past.

These non-criminal items alone, not including those from the literary world, would be worth at least hundreds of millions in later generations. It's incredibly satisfying.

However, Su Wanqing did not intend to take those cultural relics that were considered criminals. Firstly, taking them out would be a hot potato, and secondly, keeping them would be a good way to pin Hao Jianguo down and prevent him from ever recovering.

After a quick scan, Su Wanqing didn't say a word.

"receive!"

In the blink of an eye, right in front of Hao Jian's house, Su Wanqing had moved all the valuables away.

Most importantly, Su Wanqing didn't collect the guilty documents, but instead put all the account books and evidence into her space. She'll be able to take them out soon and use them to nail Hao Jianguo to the ground.

Oh right, when Hao Jianguo gets arrested later, we can't leave him with nothing at all, so she reluctantly put in a few pounds of gold that had lost its precious power.