Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

The master bedroom is Sun Deming's room. It's not big, but it's kept very tidy.

The bed was an old-fashioned solid wood bed, and on the bedside table were a table lamp, a pair of reading glasses, and a half-read "Health Guide".

Zhou Haibing put all these things into his storage space.

Sun Deming's clothes were hanging in the wardrobe: winter cotton-padded coats, summer shirts, spring and autumn Zhongshan suits, and several Tang suits that he was reluctant to wear.

Take them all.

There were several pairs of leather shoes in a shoebox under the bed, one of which was still new and the tags were still on.

Sun Deming didn't have any valuable jewelry, but he had a drawer containing a few silver dollars, two gold bars, and some old items he had saved up when he was young.

Zhou Haibing took all of them.

The study is located on the second floor at a corner. It's not big, but Sun Deming uses it as his "command center".

The bookshelf contained some books about fish farming, several health and wellness magazines, and some work documents issued by the village.

There was an old laptop on the desk, which Zhou Haibing had bought for him a few years ago. He hardly ever used it, only occasionally asking his grandson to turn it on for him to read the news online.

Zhou Haibing took everything off the desk, as well as all the books and ornaments on the bookshelf.

The kitchen is located at the back of the first floor. Sun Deming lives alone and rarely cooks. He usually eats at small restaurants in the village or buys cooked food in town.

There were some eggs, milk, fruit, and half a roast chicken that hadn't been finished in the refrigerator.

Zhou Haibing put all the food in the refrigerator into his space, leaving nothing behind in the kitchen, including pots, pans, knives, and seasonings.

The villa also has a garage, which is a separate small house on the east side of the yard.

Zhou Haibing walked over, pushed open the garage door, and saw a black Mercedes-Benz E-Class parked inside.

Sun Deming insisted that Zhou Haibing buy him this car, saying, "Many old men in the village have cars, so I want one too."

After buying the car, Sun Deming failed his driving test three times. He couldn't pass the reverse parking test in the second subject, so he finally gave up.

The car had been parked in the garage for a while, covered in a thin layer of dust.

But whenever guests come to his house, he always takes them to the garage to see the car and tells them, "This is a Mercedes that my son-in-law bought for me. It costs several hundred thousand."

With a thought, Zhou Haibing caused the Mercedes-Benz to vanish into thin air and enter the Shennong Space.

The entire villa, inside and out, top and bottom, was moved clean and tidy.

All the flower pots, stone tables, stone benches, and even the door knocker on the wrought iron gate in the courtyard were taken away.

Sun Deming's favorite armchair was also not kept.

Zhou Haibing returned to the living room and stood in front of Sun Deming.

Sun Deming remained in the same position, leaning back in the armchair, his eyes vacant and his expression blank. The tea stain on his white training clothes had mostly dried.

"Sun Deming," Zhou Haibing said calmly, "lie down on the floor and go to sleep."

Sun Deming stood up from the chair, his movements slow and mechanical, and bent over to lie down on the floor in the center of the living room.

The moment his body touched the cold marble floor, he flinched slightly, but quickly relaxed, closed his eyes, and his breathing became even and deep.

Zhou Haibing gave him one last look, then turned and walked out of the living room.

He walked to the door, pressed the switch on the wall, and turned off all the lights in the entire villa.

Then he walked to the wrought iron gate, closed it, and locked it from the inside—he had the key, which he had taken from Sun Deming's pocket.

After doing all this, he walked back along the cement road in the village, his shadow stretching very long in the moonlight.

When he arrived at Zhou Fuxiang's house, he didn't go in. Instead, he went straight to his Mercedes-Benz, opened the door, and got in.

He started the car, and the headlights came on, illuminating the dark village road ahead.

He glanced at the time on the dial—9:30 p.m.

From 3 p.m. until now, in six and a half hours, he went to Li Zhigang's house and Chenjia Village, and committed three crimes.

Including the sweeps of the previous few days, all of his enemies' money and possessions had basically ended up in his pocket.

He scrolled through the bank account balance change records on his phone, adding them up one by one, totaling more than 700 million yuan.

The more than 700 million yuan in cash, which he plundered from people such as Sun Guiying, Wang Jinshan, Zhao Shuzhen, Zhou Dongsheng, Zhang Lijuan, Sun Guiwu, Ma Hongxia, Sun Guixiang, Liu Hongbo, An Baojun, Li Zhigang, Xia Guilan, Zhou Fuxiang, and Sun Deming, plus the more than 300 million yuan he transferred from the company's account, plus his own savings, all added up to more than 700 million yuan.

More than 700 million.

This would have been a huge sum of money in 2016, but in 1976, it would have been nothing more than a pile of worthless paper.

In 1976, the second and third sets of RMB were in use, but he had the fifth set of RMB, which he couldn't spend at all.

But it's okay, he had already thought it through—

Exchange all this money for supplies and take them to 1976.

Goods were the real hard currency. In those days of scarcity, a bag of fertilizer was far more useful than a stack of cash, and a diesel generator was far more valuable than a box of gold.

He has a wide network of connections and has made many friends from all walks of life through doing business over the years.

He had already contacted some old friends to help him prepare the goods.

Now, it's time to pick up the goods.

Zhou Haibing drove the car out of the village, onto the county road, and headed towards the provincial capital.

Our first destination was a large warehouse in the northern suburbs of the provincial capital, about a forty-minute drive away.

There weren't many cars on the road, so he sped up quickly, the dark shadows on both sides rushing past, the headlights like two sharp blades slicing through the night.

Just after ten o'clock, his car turned onto a side road leading to the industrial area. On both sides of the road were large warehouses and factories. During the day, the area was bustling with traffic, but now it was as quiet as a dead city.

He took out his phone and called Hao Yuzhu.

"Yuzhu, I've arrived. Where are you?"

"Brother Haibing, I'm at the warehouse entrance. Drive in, to the innermost large warehouse, the lights are on."

Zhou Haibing drove the car in and saw a tall, corrugated steel warehouse with a large light shining at the entrance. Under the light, a gray pickup truck was parked, and a person was standing next to the truck.

The man was in his early forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He was wearing a dark blue work uniform and was leaning against the door of the pickup truck, smoking.

Hao Yuzhu.

He's one of the largest agricultural input dealers in the provincial capital. He's been in the business for a long time, has connections, and can get his hands on anything.

Zhou Haibing and he have known each other for almost twenty years. They have dealt with each other countless times and have never had a falling out.

Zhou Haibing parked his car next to the pickup truck, turned off the engine, and got out of the car.

Hao Yuzhu stubbed out his cigarette, came forward, and shook hands with him with a smile.