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

Su Wanqing and her group first arrived at the front courtyard house—the one whose ownership was unclear and which was occupied by eight "families" in the morning, but who would have thought it would become theirs in the afternoon?

The courtyard has been completely transformed, with makeshift sheds erected haphazardly everywhere.

As Director Guo led the way, he explained, "This apartment is a bit smaller than the two behind yours, occupying only a little over 400 square meters. However, those eight families have divided it into more than a dozen rooms of varying sizes, and they've also illegally built out dry toilets and communal kitchens. The actual living space for each family is only about 30 square meters. What do you think? Should we demolish the entire structure and rebuild it, or...?"

He was halfway through his sentence when he noticed that Su Wanqing was standing still, her expression a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Comrade Su Wanqing?"

Su Wanqing snapped out of her reverie, but instead of putting away the new map she had discovered in her mind, she casually said:

"Let's level it all. I was just thinking of turning this whole plot of land in front into a big courtyard, digging a lotus pond in the middle, stacking some Taihu stones to make a rockery, building a pavilion, planting some fruit trees, and making it a landscaped courtyard. We won't need to build any more houses there."

She paused, then pointed to a patch of ground at her feet. "By the way, come with me and take a look around here to see how the drainage works."

Secretary Zhou quickly followed: "Okay, watch your step—all the personal belongings and illegal construction materials in this yard have been cleared away this morning."

In just one morning, the place had been turned upside down, leaving not even a single intact door panel; it was completely empty.

Su Wanqing walked straight to an inconspicuous dead-end alley in the northeast corner of the courtyard and stopped.

Secretary Zhou followed and was stunned: "What are you doing standing here in this dead end? This wall was built later, blocking the passageway that used to lead to the backyard. There's nothing inside, just a solid wall. What's wrong?"

Su Wanqing smiled slightly and ran her hand over the blue bricks on the wall.

"I know an old-fashioned mechanism—like this, find the right position of the mechanism, turn it gently, and it will—"

Before the words were finished, a crisp crack was heard, and the seemingly airtight wall suddenly split open in the middle, revealing a hidden door.

Everyone was stunned, their jaws nearly hitting their feet.

Zhang Qiang reacted the fastest, leaping forward to block Su Wanqing's path, his hand already on his sidearm: "Comrade Su, be careful! I'll go down and scout first, and you can come down when it's safe."

Su Wanqing nodded. She already knew from the scan that there was no one inside and everything was safe, so she wasn't worried: "Okay, be careful."

Zhang Qiang quickly returned, but the expression on his face was even stranger than before he went down.

"Below is a large underground chamber, filled with things, and several safes—the kind made in Germany, thick and heavy, impossible to pry open. The space below is vast, like a basement connected to several hidden rooms. This is a serious matter."

Su Wanqing thought for a moment, then turned and instructed one of the special forces soldiers accompanying her to quickly notify the relevant departments to send someone over. Then she waved to the remaining men, "The rest of you come with me down to take a look. Zhang Qiang, you lead the way." Hurry up, let's go get some free stuff!

This is incredibly lucky—we just busted a spy liaison station that had been operating for years in the morning, and then this unexpected gain occurred when we came to collect a house in the afternoon.

Let her see what good stuff is down there! Excited!

This underground chamber was indeed very large, at least two hundred square meters.

The wooden crates on the ground were open, filled with all sorts of cultural relics—bronze ware, porcelain, scroll paintings and calligraphy, wrapped layer upon layer with old newspapers, some still bearing the seals from when the house was raided.

In the corner were piles of various documents and files, and on the other side of the wall were neatly stacked weapons and ammunition, including rifles, pistols, grenades, and even several boxes of high explosives. Zhang Qiang felt a cold sweat break out on his back. When Su Wanqing passed by, she quietly and inadvertently took a little bit.

It's for self-defense. Better safe than sorry. Since we've seen it, we should take some.

In addition, there are several complete sets of precious Phoebe zhennan wood furniture—carved beds, armchairs, eight-immortal tables, and antique display shelves—that are in excellent condition. It is evident that these items were hastily moved underground and hidden before the raiding team entered the house during the "Destroy the Four Olds" campaign, and were never moved out again.

Su Wanqing looked at these things without much emotion—she had plenty of cultural relics and calligraphy in her space, and although the golden nanmu furniture was valuable, it didn't hold much appeal for her.

The key issue is that these things are now exposed to everyone's eyes, unlike weapons that were hidden in the shadows, so she can no longer secretly put them back into her space.

Secretary Zhou, his face flushed with excitement, exclaimed, "Comrade Su, you've done another great service! Although the spy chief who was lying in wait this morning was killed, his men refused to reveal the location of these classified supplies during interrogation. We tried several rounds of questioning but couldn't get them to talk. But you arrived this afternoon and found them all with just a casual turn of the machine!"

Su Wanqing smiled, but her gaze had already drifted to the deepest part of the secret room—there, against the wall, stood a whole row of safes, not one or two, but more than a dozen!

If the items displayed on the outside are this impressive, then the contents of the safe inside must be incredibly valuable.

She walked calmly to the first safe and silently recited to herself:

"receive!"

Everything in the safe was instantly transferred into the space.

Su Wanqing glanced into the space and almost burst out laughing.

"A thousand catties of large yellow croakers! Five hundred catties of gold jewelry! Large gold bracelets, large gold chains, headdresses... so many, too many!"

Wow! I got it for free! I'm rich! I'm rich!

Su Wanqing's lips curled up uncontrollably, and she could not suppress it no matter what she did, so she pretended to cough twice to cover it up.

It's more useful for her to keep these large yellow croakers and gold jewelry—what good would it do to contribute to the national treasury? She still needs to accumulate more precious metals with these gold so that she can upgrade those big guys without restraint when she goes abroad, and then better repay her country in the future.

We've taken it all!

Su Wanqing accepted all the gold from the first safe with a clear conscience, then walked to the second safe without changing her expression and placed her hand on it again.

"receive!"

In an instant, a whole bunch of things appeared in the space—various antique paintings and calligraphy, mutton-fat jade ornaments, blue and white porcelain vases, and several scrolls that, when unfolded, turned out to be genuine works by Tang Bohu and Bada Shanren, totaling a hundred or two pieces of various sizes.

Su Wanqing picked and chose, keeping a batch that caught her eye—her newly acquired courtyard house was in dire need of these things to set the scene. She would use the free upgrade of her space to examine all the calligraphy, paintings, and ornaments again, and their quality would be further improved. Once placed in the study and the display cabinet, they would be antique and elegant, and could be passed down as family heirlooms. There would be no need to bother going to Panjiayuan to hunt for them anymore.

As for the paintings, calligraphy, and ornaments that did not suit her aesthetic taste, she casually put them back and left them for the organization to confiscate.

The third safe, take it!