Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Afterwards, we called a taxi back to Jinchuan Hotel. The members of the inspection team had just finished lunch and were taking a nap in their rooms.

When Wei Dong and Xiao Junnian saw Ye Chuan coming back, they were full of envy during the conversation, because in the team, only Ye Chuan enjoyed such special treatment. Not only did Chen Xiangdong never ask about it, even Huang Weiqiang never cared about it.

Xiao Junnian said admiringly: "Xiao Ye, you are so awesome!" He gave a thumbs up in praise.

Ye Chuan glanced at the messy bedding on the bed, then sat down in the chair.

Xiao Junnian said a little embarrassedly: "I didn't see you come back last night, so I slept here and chatted with Brother Wei until late at night.

I'll pack up in a minute and make sure everything is tidy for you."

However, Ye Chuan waved his hand to stop him: "You can sleep here, I have other places to stay."

Hearing this, Wei Dong couldn't help but be excited: "Hey, Ye boy, you have your own nest in these few days!"

Ye Chuan was stunned, then he realized that the two had misunderstood what he meant. He meant that the room where milk powder was stored could also be habitable.

In order to store a large amount of milk powder, Lei Luo paid for a week's accommodation in one go.

He has stored the milk powder into the system space and hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign outside the door to avoid any problems.

If so many boxes of milk powder were discovered missing by the waiter, the consequences would be unpredictable. "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Wei, if Brother Chen finds out, he will scold me." Ye Chuan explained.

Wei Dong curled his lips. Although he knew that this statement would have no impact in Japan, it was a big deal in China. "Are you afraid of being criticized, little guy?" he teased.

Xiao Junnian seized the opportunity to say, "Brother Ye, when can you introduce your other half to us?" He joked as he spoke.

After a little consideration, Ye Chuan replied, "Tomorrow is fine. I'll treat everyone to dinner tomorrow."

"Is this true? It can't be such a coincidence?" Wei Dong's eyes widened with shock on his face.

Similarly, Xiao Junnian's expression revealed disbelief.

It was no secret that Ye Chuan had a good relationship with the police detective, but they thought it was just a simple drinking party that night, and they didn't expect that there was really a "significant other".

Ye Chuan smiled and said, "I just invited you all to dinner, why did you think of this?" In fact, he had no intention of telling them the secrets of the system.

In the afternoon, he did not leave, but stayed in the room chatting with them until four o'clock, and then went to the room where milk powder was stored to conduct experiments.

Ye Chuan took a box of milk powder from the system space and placed it on the table. He stood five meters away and began to practice remote collection.

After drinking the genetic potion twice, his mental strength became extremely strong, beyond the limits of ordinary people.

At first, five meters, seven meters, ten meters, and then fifteen meters, Ye Chuan found that his limit was within this range.

In addition to remote collection and release, he also tried to concentrate all his energy on the top of the box and collect the milk powder inside separately.

At first, many attempts failed, and half of the time the boxes would be sucked into the system space together.

After more than an hour of hard work, the success rate finally increased to 95%, almost reaching the point where the milk was collected into the system while the cartons remained intact.

The long period of practice made him feel a little dizzy because his mental energy was severely depleted.

It was the time when the inspection team was preparing to have dinner, so he joined the group and went to the hotel restaurant to eat.

The team members were very surprised to see Ye Chuan appear, because he rarely participated in group activities these days.

Today, he suddenly appeared in the restaurant after the sun rose from the west, standing out from the crowd.

Chen Xiangdong joked, "Hey, Ye Zi, this is really strange! Why are you here?"

"Director Chen, you are hinting at me." Ye Chuan said with a smile. "(Hehe) Boy, you can move freely, but don't indulge in pleasure and forget your original intention. I just hope that when you leave, people will find you." Chen Xiangdong said while smiling and blaming. "Director Chen, please rest assured."

After dinner, the delegation had some free time, but most chose to stay in their rooms and watch TV.

Because this group of people are older and afraid of new environments; and they have limited money, going out will inevitably cost money, so in comparison, it is more cost-effective to stay in the room and watch TV.

Ye Chuan was lying in the room with the TV on, but his mind was not entirely on the screen. Instead, his thoughts drifted to possible situations and countermeasures.

Around 6:30 in the evening, he jumped up, opened the door and looked into the corridor. When he saw no one, he quietly walked out of the hotel without showing any signs of presence.

Covering almost all the main areas of Hong Kong Island, from the Bank of America to Kai Tak Airport, the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui are now filled with police, American forces and gangsters.

However, Hong Kong Island was at the rush hour at this time, and the roads were congested with frequent traffic stops.

There were also a lot of pedestrians on the road, some walking along the sidewalks, and some even crossing the road recklessly, making the traffic even more chaotic.

The personnel responsible for maintaining order were not overly worried about this, because their armed equipment - the bulging waists were enough to show that most of them were carrying weapons, and it would be difficult for ordinary people without weapons to act under their close surveillance.

He looked at the time and saw that there were about twenty minutes left until seven o'clock. He lit a cigarette and while smoking it he alertly observed the movements around him.

The police officers who were watching over the crowd seemed relaxed and casual. They gathered in groups to chat, completely unaware of the potential crisis.

This is understandable. Who could have thought that under the protection of thousands of guards, with both the black and white sides showing up here at the same time, someone would dare to touch the gold? Among them, the only ones who were a little nervous were those beautiful Chinese. The gold would be shipped back to their country, and any mistake would be their unshirkable responsibility.

For the police, this is just an ordinary task. Whether it is transporting hundreds of kilograms of gold or other items, it has nothing to do with them.

As for those street thugs, they don't care at all. They come here to stand guard because the boss pays them. Apart from cigarettes, they have no other benefits.

For them, this task was boring and intriguing. They endured the exhaust fumes and engine heat waves on the hot streets, and their minds had long drifted to bars and .

A thug started to complain, "Brother Long, I always feel that calling us here is a burden. With so many people, who can rob?"

"Can you not go for the mission assigned by the boss?" Brother Long reminded. "I still have mahjong waiting for me over there!" Another complained, "My girlfriend is counting on me to accompany her tonight! Damn it, I still want to hang out at the bar!"

Brother Long smiled with a savoring look and said, "Come to think of it, that widow is quite attractive."

The gangster was a little tempted, "Brother Long, don't mention it. I'll find another way to relieve stress. I won't play mahjong tonight. I'll find something to kill time."

While the two were still chatting, they suddenly heard the voice of the police not far away:

"Everyone, cheer up! The vehicle transporting the gold is about to depart!"

Ye Chuan looked at the people coming and going in front of him with boredom, then he perked up a little. He looked affectionately in the direction where the gold escort convoy was about to come.

The number of pedestrians and vehicles on the road has not decreased and the roads remain chaotic.

The gangsters in No. 36 stopped chatting, and the police and security personnel also became nervous, and the atmosphere became subtly tense.

More than four minutes later, a car was seen leading the way, followed by a Mercedes-Benz sedan, followed by a car loaded with gold coins, and behind it were a van and a minibus, completing the lineup.

There is already a dense flow of people leaving get off work in Causeway Bay, and pedestrians don't pay much attention to traffic regulations, so the traffic is intermittent. Everyone is used to it and doesn't take it too seriously.

Ye Chuan stood on the side of the road with the crowd crossing the road. The convoy passed by, but he did not take any action.

When the gold-carrying carriage passed by, he said in Cantonese: "It's so slow! I have to go back for dinner!" Then he was the first to climb the stairs and cross the road. The others hesitated for a moment and followed closely behind him without any hesitation.

At that time, the traffic quality of Hong Kong Island residents was not very good. Everyone tended to cross the road together, taking care of their own safety, and few vehicles were brave enough to attempt to collide with each other.

Ye Chuan, hiding in the crowd, moved slowly, and the distance between him and the gold-carrying vehicle was only ten meters, which was just the perfect distance for remote storage.

He poured all his mental energy into it, and then boxes of gold appeared in the system space, causing his mind to tremble slightly.

Dr. Luo said yesterday that the gold coins transported this time weighed dozens of kilograms, but Ye Chuan vaguely felt that the vehicle contained at least hundreds of kilograms of gold.

He looked around in the crowd and moved forward cautiously. Fortunately, he was protected by others and did not arouse suspicion.

After storing a total of twenty-three boxes, sweat was already breaking out on his forehead, and the high-intensity mental exertion made him feel extremely tired.

Fortunately, there was only one treasure chest left at this time. Ye Chuanqiang cheered himself up and exerted his strength to the gold-carrying carriage for the last time.

But suddenly an accident happened - the gold-carrying vehicle moved forward several meters, and the shortened distance caused the operator to fail, and the copper lock of the van quietly fell into the system space.

Ye Chuan cursed inwardly, knowing that he had missed a good opportunity, and quickly walked away from the scene.

At this time, the gold-carrying vehicle was surrounded by police officers and security personnel, and the van opened on its own in full view of everyone.

Ye Chuan crossed the main road and walked straight into a small restaurant. He found a seat by the window and sat down and ordered food. "A bowl of wonton noodles, a portion of rice noodle rolls, two fish balls, and a bottle of iced Coke."

After placing the order, his eyes fell on the bustling gold-carrying carriage outside the window.

A large number of police and secret agents have surrounded the golden car.

The box truck also stopped, and more than a dozen foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes got off and gathered next to the gold transport truck.

The police officers who were originally responsible for the outer perimeter security slowly retreated and took over the evacuation of the onlookers.

A young man in a well-dressed suit got out of the Mercedes-Benz and approached the gold-carrying vehicle with a stern expression after his subordinates reported to him. "Mr. Louis, there is only one box left of the 25 boxes filled with gold."

Facing Louis' questioning, he did not respond, but looked at the copper lock that disappeared in the air, feeling puzzled.

He locked the car himself and held the key while loading. The car's safety device was intact, but now the brass lock was gone. "I want to know what happened here?" Louis asked angrily.