It's not that I'm happy, but I'm really scared. If it were 100,000 yuan, I would be over the moon and think I've made a fortune. If it were 1 million yuan, I would laugh so hard my mouth would hurt. But this is over 20 million yuan! A number this big, if it gets out, could lead to someone's death.

  Zhang Yang lacks social experience, but it doesn't mean he doesn't understand anything.

  For a rent of two hundred yuan, the old lady can bring her son to threaten herself. If she knew that she had dug up more than 20 million yuan worth of gold in her home, wouldn't she be desperate?

  Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly sat up and took over the military backpack that was originally intended to carry soil. He packed the gold bars one by one, as for the antique wooden box, it probably wasn't worth much money either. After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yang didn't bury it back into the ground.

  The soil was carefully filled in, leaving a gap in the wooden box that couldn't be filled no matter what.

  Zhang Yang looked around and moved the bricks under the table out, throwing them into the pit. Taking advantage of no one's attention, he secretly went to the yard and brought back some more bricks, only then did he fill the ground flat. However, this was just a superficial appearance, in fact, the entire floor of the room had been dug by Zhang Yang into pits and unevenness, looking messy.

  Zhang Yang brushed off his clothes and shook off the dirt, still wearing a camouflage uniform.

  In the room, everything that belonged to him was packed up. Actually, there wasn't much, just a canvas bag with clothes in it. After carefully checking again, Zhang Yang found nothing missing and sat down on the bed panting.

  It was just getting dark, and the courtyard was bustling with people coming and going. The streets were also crowded with people everywhere. Zhang Yang didn't dare to leave at this time, he had to wait until late at night when it was quiet before he could sneak away.

  Zhang Yang had never felt time pass so slowly, even when he was in detention. He hadn't eaten anything all day, and now with the dragon liver and phoenix gall in front of him, he still didn't have an appetite.

  The clock finally struck eleven, and the doors of each rental house were closed. The rooms also quieted down. Zhang Yang then carried his backpack, canvas bag, and wooden box, slowly leaving the small courtyard.

  At this time, Zhang Yang was relieved about one thing, that he had not signed a rental contract with the landlord from start to finish. In other words, except for his name, the old lady landlord didn't know where he was from or what he did for work.

  Although it was summer, there were hardly any people on the road at this late hour. Zhang Yang smashed the wooden box when he passed by a trash can, and threw it into the garbage heap. In this way, no one knew what he had dug out of that room.

  That old lady probably still thinks he's retaliating because his rent was raised!

  Indeed as Zhang Yang had thought, after half a month, the old lady found that Zhang Yang's room door was always locked, worried and opened the door to take a look, instantly furious and fainted.

  Zhang Yang, in order to prevent the old lady from discovering his behavior, made a mess of the things in the room. The good bed was torn apart by Zhang Yang, who pulled down the wooden board and trampled it into two halves. There were scratch marks all over the wall, and the floor was also dug into a pit.

  These losses are far beyond the 500 yuan that Zhang Yangjiao can compensate for. At this time, the old lady was so regretful that she had nothing but Zhang Yang's name and no information about him. After that, she honestly signed a rental contract with the tenant and collected rent according to the contract. If something like this happened again, she would have died of anger. However, she didn't know how much wealth she missed out on. Of course, if it weren't for Zhang Yang's X-ray eyes, these gold pieces could only be buried underground, waiting for the day when this place was rebuilt to possibly see the light of day again, or maybe forever buried underground.

  But all of this has nothing to do with Zhang Yang anymore, after throwing the wooden box into the trash and disposing of the last piece of evidence, no one will know what Zhang Yang had done in that rental house.

  Zhang Yang didn't dare stay in Hedong District and took a taxi to Nankai District.

  After getting off the bus, Zhang Yang found an inn to stay in. Because he had too many valuable things with him, Zhang Yang booked a standard room for 128 yuan per night, which was really expensive for him.

  Lock the door of the room, put the backpack on the bed, take a bath and come out, Zhang Yang's tense heart finally fell.

  These past two days, one thing after another, only now did Zhang Yang have the time to carefully think about all that had happened. This night, Zhang Yang thought a lot, he himself didn't know what he was thinking about, when he woke up, it was already noon on the second day.

  After washing his face and sobering up a bit, Zhang Yang knew that the most important thing for him now was to put these gold bars away. Carrying them on his body like this was really too unsafe. With his backpack on his back and wearing a camouflage uniform, Zhang Yang walked into the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.

  Although I deeply resent the handling fees of the business, except for the bank's safe deposit box, Zhang Yang really didn't know where to put this backpack safely at this time! The bank's safe deposit box service was something that Zhang Yang had heard from a customer when delivering express mail once before. Prior to this, Zhang Yang had no idea that banks could store things other than money.

  "Excuse me, I'd like to apply for a safe deposit box service, who should I look for?"

  The bank staff called the hall manager, things were more straightforward than Zhang Yang imagined. The bank had a complete set of procedures in place, and soon Liu Jian rented a safe deposit box for 1,360 yuan per year and put the backpack inside, finally putting Zhang Yang's mind at ease.

  He walked out of the bank and touched the gold bar he had left in his pocket, then Zhang Yang walked into Jindafu Jewelry Store.

  "Hello, what would you like to buy?" asked the enthusiastic salesperson.

  Zhang Yang asked with embarrassment: "Excuse me, do you accept gold here?"

  The waiter smiled and said: "Are you buying it here? Do you have an invoice?"

  Zhang Yang shook his head and said: "No, this is a family heirloom. We need money urgently at home, so I plan to sell it!"

  The waiter said: "Well, please follow me over here. Since you didn't buy it from us, the price will be a bit lower. Of course, this also depends on the purity of your gold."

  Zhang Yang was brought to the counter and said: "Manager, this gentleman wants to sell gold!"

  "The manager said: 'Sir, gold is now in a rising period and has good collection value. Do you really intend to sell it?'"

  Actually everyone is clear, if they can run here to sell gold, that means they have encountered difficulties, but still need to ask routinely.

  Zhang Yang nodded and took out a gold bar wrapped in red cloth from his pocket: "Take a look, what price can you get for it!"

  The hall manager and the waiter both fell silent at the same time, they originally thought it was some jewelry or something, but unexpectedly it was a gold bar. Moreover, looking at this shape and the marks on it, they were all from the early years, which was passed down, not bought in a gold shop.

  The lobby manager hastily said: "Sir, you're welcome! Please come in!"

  Zhang Yang was invited into the inner reception room, not because the store manager was greedy, but because Jin Tiao didn't want the gold jewelry to be appraised so easily. Especially for this kind of gold bar that looked old, there were specialized appraisal experts in the jewelry store who had to verify its authenticity before it could be considered genuine and a price could be negotiated. There had been cases where jewelry stores were deceived in the past, so people were now more cautious.

  Zhang Yang wasn't worried at all, he had taken a good look at these gold bars with his own eyes, they were genuine, not fake!

  Soon, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in, picked up the gold bar, and after comparing, drawing, weighing, looking, and tapping, he nodded and said: "It's real, with a high purity!"

  Nothing more was said, the store manager smiled and now the gold bar has a very high collection value. Like Liu Jian's one, as long as they are marked with Chow Tai Fook, they can be sold. One in and out is a considerable profit.

  "After weighing it, the manager said: 'Mr. Zhang, this gold bar weighs 1,006.8 grams and we will buy it back for 330 yuan!'"

  "Now gold is over 400 yuan per gram, right?"

  "The manager of the hall smiled and said: 'Mr. Zhang, the selling price and the buying back price are different prices. Of course, if you buy it here, that's another price.'"

  Zhang Yang had already mentally prepared himself that winning a prize would involve paying taxes, transferring money would incur fees, and selling gold would definitely come with a discount, but this was just too ruthless.

  Perhaps seeing Zhang Yang's hesitant expression, the store manager said: "Mr. Zhang, I'm not cheating you, no matter which jewelry store you go to, it's this price, and some are even lower."

  Zhang Yang bit his lip and thought, anyway it didn't cost any money, might as well sell it.

  "Alright, I've sold it!" Zhang Yang said.

  The hall manager smiled and made this deal, and as a manager, he had enough share in it.

  "I've calculated it and the total is 332,244. Would you like to pay in cash or have it transferred to your account?" asked the hall manager.

  Although Zhang Yang was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by this number. It's over 3 million now, if he were to take all of those out and sell them, fortunately, he still had self-control and knew that doing so would make him an easy target.

  "Thirty-three million yuan will be transferred to my bank account, and the rest of the money will be given to me in cash!"

  The lobby manager smiled and said, "Okay." He turned around and called the waiter to instruct him. After a while, the transaction was completed, and the waiter walked over with an envelope.

  The lobby manager handed over to Zhang Yang: "This is the cash for 2244, and the rest has been transferred to your account."

  Zhang Yang took the money and said: "Thank you!"

  The hall manager suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhang, do you have any more gold bars like this at home?"

  "What are you going to do?" Zhang Yang exclaimed in surprise.

  As expected, the hall manager just made a probe earlier, and Zhang Yang's reaction made him brighten up in his heart. He smiled and said: "If you still want to make a move, you can contact me. This is my business card. My name is Lan Haiyang."

  Zhang Yang calmed down and said, "Manager Lan, this is a family heirloom passed down from the older generation. If it weren't for an urgent need, we wouldn't have taken it out to sell. There are indeed more at home, but whether you buy it or not isn't up to me to decide."

  "Alright then, Mr. Zhang, if you still have this idea in mind, just give me a call and I'll offer you the best price!"

  Zhang Yang smiled and said: "Okay!"

  After leaving the jewelry store, Zhang Yang hurriedly found an ATM, checked his balance, and indeed 360,000 yuan was shining in his account. 20,000 yuan was left over from winning the lottery, more than 10,000 yuan was won from buying lottery tickets in the past two days, and the remaining 330,000 yuan was just transferred in.

  He's rich now, Zhang Yang is so excited he wants to jump up.

  He never thought that money would come so easily.

  If it weren't for the fact that he had just sent 300,000 yuan back home, Zhang Yang would have liked to send another 300,000 yuan. However, this time's matter couldn't be explained, and with his father's stubborn personality, if he knew that Zhang Yang was making money through this means, he would definitely not forgive him. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang could only sigh, but fortunately, his parents now had 300,000 yuan, which was enough to spend, and they didn't have to work as hard as before.

  What's next, Zhang Yang was confused?