My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

Swiss banks.

Anonymous, redeemable upon presentation of the ticket.

His gaze shifted downwards and landed on the handwritten number.

Twenty thousand.

It was followed by a symbol he knew all too well—$.

Twenty thousand US dollars!

In an era when even a household with 10,000 yuan could cause a stir in an entire county, this was an enormous fortune enough to buy half a street in the provincial capital.

Lu Qingshan's heartbeat paused for a moment.

But he quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and continued to look down.

Below the deposit slip was a neatly folded ancient parchment scroll.

It feels warm to the touch, carrying the unique texture of time.

He unfolded it.

A rich aroma of ink and a faint scent of herbs wafted out.

It was a hand-drawn map, with simple, archaic lines and detailed markings.

From the direction of mountains and rivers to the turning points of a certain oddly shaped, crooked pine tree, everything is drawn clearly.

The map's coverage area clearly extends to the entire Changbai Mountain range!

On the map, there are three places marked with red circles using cinnabar to emphasize their importance.

The first red circle is deep in Laoyagou, next to which are written a few small characters: "It is said that it was collected by Bo".

The other two red circles are located at the foot of "Guichou Cliff" on Mao'er Mountain, which is near the provincial capital.

Another one is located further north in the Jingpo Lake area, near the ruins of a place called "Dragon King Temple".

Next to both red circles are the same four characters: "Centennial Ginseng King".

This is not only a treasure map, but also a top-secret ginseng harvesting map that marks the locations of at least two century-old top-quality wild ginseng!

Lu Qingshan's hand holding the map tightened unconsciously.

Having this is like having two inexhaustible gold mines.

At the very bottom of the map and the deposit slip, there was a letter.

The letter paper had yellowed, but the handwriting was still vigorous and powerful.

"...Some of the goods have already been inspected by Huichuntang and are in excellent condition. The boss in Hong Kong is very satisfied. The two locations marked on the new map must be retrieved before spring; the price will double..."

"...Note that the Li family in the provincial capital has recently been sending people to search for old ginseng, avoiding their 'mountain herders'..."

Huichuntang, a century-old pharmacy in the provincial capital!

A port city boss!

The Li family!

Several scattered words instantly connected in Lu Qingshan's mind into a complete and clear logical chain.

This gang of thugs was not some simple treasure hunters at all.

They are a well-established black market chain that specializes in illegally excavating top-quality national treasure medicinal herbs and smuggling them to the port city for huge profits!

Huichuntang, a pharmacy in the provincial capital that boasts "honesty and integrity to all, with a century-old reputation," is a key link in this black market chain, responsible for selling and transshipping stolen goods!

In his previous life, Lu Qingshan only knew that Huichuntang monopolized the high-end medicinal herb business in the entire province, but he did not know that behind it were such dirty dealings.

The simple act of suppressing bandits in the deep mountains, at this moment, perfectly completes the loop with his future business empire!

"Waaah—waaah—"

The siren had reached the foot of the mountain; it was sharp and piercing.

On the mountain path, the beams of flashlights pierced through the rain like sharp swords.

Lu Qingshan remained calm.

He calmly folded the parchment and the three US dollar deposit slips carefully, stuffed them into his innermost pocket, and warmed them with his body heat.

Then he put the letter away as well.

After doing all this, he took out the remaining small stack of blood-stained ordinary RMB from the waterproof bag.

There are about two or three hundred pieces.

He casually crumpled the stack of banknotes and stuffed them back into the pocket of Lei Dong's tattered vest, deliberately leaving one corner sticking out.

He stood up and put the homemade musket, now empty of bullets, back into his waistband.

He wiped the rain and blood from his face and looked in the direction from which the siren was coming.

……

"Hurry up, all of you!"

"Group One, Left Wing! Group Two, Right Wing!"

"The target is heavily armed! Don't let your guard down!"

On the mountain path, Wang Jianguo dragged his exhausted body and shouted hoarsely.

His voice was completely hoarse, his body was soaked in mud and water, and his face was full of fatigue and anxiety.

Behind him were more than 30 militiamen and police officers who had been urgently transferred from the county's armed forces department.

Everyone was fully armed, wearing helmets, carrying semi-automatic rifles, and with their faces painted, as if facing a formidable enemy.

From the time Lu Qingshan was left alone on the mountain until now, only about three hours have passed.

But for Wang Jianguo, it felt like an eternity.

He dared not think about how he would explain to Li Aiguo if something happened to Lu Qingshan, or to the woman who had looked at him with such unwavering eyes in the Qingshan Industrial office.

"Chief! There's a strong smell of blood up ahead!"

A team leader rushed to his side, lowered his voice, and looked serious.

Wang Jianguo nodded, drew his pistol from his waist, and made a "shush" and "forward" gesture.

The group slowed down instantly, and the thirty-odd people walked on the slippery mud almost without making a sound.

They trudged through the mud and parted the thick fog.

The beams of flashlights and torches intertwined, like a tentative net, gradually illuminating the dark, chaotic battlefield ahead.

A young militiaman walking at the front inadvertently swept the beam of light from his hand across a large tree.

Then, he stopped in his tracks.

The flashlight in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He raised his hand, pointed in that direction, his mouth wide open, but no sound came out of his throat, only a hissing sound.

Wang Jianguo's heart sank. He rushed forward and slammed the beam of his flashlight into the direction of the object.

Beneath the beam of light.

A one-eyed man, pierced through the eye socket by a bullet, was pinned to an old pine tree as thick as two people could hug, like a broken specimen.

The bullet was so powerful that it punched a hole the size of a bowl into the back of his head!

His one remaining eye was wide open in terror, staring straight ahead.

"this……"

The police officers behind Wang Jianguo looked in the beam of light and collectively gasped.

What incredibly precise marksmanship!

What an incredibly domineering force!

Wang Jianguo did not stop; he gestured for everyone to continue forward.

The beam of light continued to extend forward.

Soon, they saw a second, a third...

The ground was littered with mutilated corpses.

Yes, some had their ankles smashed to pieces by steel animal traps, leaving only bare bones.

Yes, their knees were completely mangled by a series of traps they had never seen before, leaving them like a lump of rotten flesh.

Another one had a huge gash torn open in the neck by some kind of wild beast, exposing his trachea and blood vessels to the air; his death was extremely gruesome.

The entire team stopped in their tracks.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, as if under a spell.

The only sounds in the air, besides the rain, were the heavy, suppressed breathing of the crowd.

This doesn't look like a gunfight scene at all.

This is clearly a meticulously planned and outrageously efficient slaughterhouse!

These vicious, armed criminals, whose names were on file in the provincial archives, were as vulnerable here as pigs and sheep entering a slaughterhouse.

Wang Jianguo's hand, gripping the gun, was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He forced himself to calm down and continued walking forward.

Finally, his flashlight beam shone into the center of the slaughterhouse.

There, a tall figure stood quietly.

The torrential rain washed over his strong upper body, as well as the hideous wounds on his body.

At his feet lay a corpse with a huge, bloody hole blasted through its chest.

That man was Lei Dong, the leader of this gang of ruthless bandits.

Lu Qingshan slowly turned his head.

His young, cold face, still bearing traces of blood, appeared remarkably calm under the pale beam of the flashlight.

It was so calm it sent chills down my spine.

When he saw that the person who came was Wang Jianguo, his tense body relaxed a little and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Director Wang, you've arrived."

Wang Jianguo and the more than thirty fully armed men behind him watched this scene unfold before them, looking at the young man covered in blood yet standing ramrod straight.

The entire team's breathing stopped completely at the same instant.

The vast Laoyagou was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.