Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Chapter 926 I'm Going to Raise Money

When Aixinjueluo Quexin heard that his uncle asked him to pay the ten thousand yuan, his brows furrowed. After thinking for a while, he said, "Uncle, I don't have that much money!"

"I don't care. You still have so many antiques, right? Just sell a few and you'll have more. If it weren't for you, would I have been fired? Give me another 20,000. I need to make connections and get my job back. Otherwise, who will clean up your mess if you get into trouble again?"

Aixinjueluo Quexin covered his slapped face and said to his cousin who had once treated him like his own son, "Okay, I'll go raise the money."

After saying this, Aisin-Gioro Quexin covered his ribs and walked out of the Public Security Bureau.

Li Moer and the other three did not leave the police station together. She and Zhao Yunting stayed behind. Seeing that there was no one around, they got out a jeep and sat in the car, staring at the police station door.

Li Moer's mind enveloped the police station, and she could hear the conversation between the uncle and nephew clearly. Li Moer's mouth curled up. It seemed that her method worked. This guy really needed to sell some antiques to raise money.

Following Aisin-Gioro Quexin from a distance of about five or six hundred meters, I saw him walk for a while, then stop a van, sit in the car and say, "Master. Go to Qilizhuang, Fengtai." Then he started to grin and hum in the back seat!

The driver said, "Oh, that's not close. The fare is twenty yuan." Aixinjueluo Quexin took out twenty yuan from his pocket, threw it to the driver and said, "Stop talking nonsense and drive!"

The driver received the twenty yuan and without saying much, he stepped on the clutch and shifted gears quickly and drove to Qilizhuang Village, Fengtai Town.

Li Moer kept following the van at a distance of eight or nine hundred meters. She was afraid that the driver would discover their car, so she didn't follow too close.

The van drove for nearly two hours before arriving at its destination. It stopped in front of a small courtyard with a high wall. The iron gate looked particularly sturdy.

Aisin-Gioro Quexin said something to the driver and got out of the car. The driver stopped the car in front of the courtyard wall and made way for him.

Li Moer moved a little closer and stopped about 500 meters away.

In his mind, Aisin-Gioro Quexin knocked on the door a few times and waited for a while. Then a young man in his thirties opened the door.

Seeing that the person coming was Aixinjue Luo Quexin, he bowed respectfully and said, "Master, you are back."

Aisin Gioro regained his arrogant expression, ignored the other party's salute, and just said "hmm".

Aixinjueluo Quexin walked into a study. Then he raised his hand and pushed a book on the shelf inward.

The bookshelf moved horizontally three meters to the right, revealing a two and a half meter wide step that went down diagonally.

Li Moer's mind had been covering the courtyard. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the courtyard, he was about to extend his mind underground when he saw Aisin-Gioro Quexin turn on the passage switch.

Her mind quickly covered the passage and saw that the passage was more than thirty meters long. When her mind reached underground, Li Moer felt numb all over.

The underground area was like the underground parking lots of later generations, as big as a football field, with hundreds of stone pillars standing in the middle.

There were more than 300 large wooden boxes in the huge basement. Some of the boxes had begun to rot due to age, and from the rotten spots, a long, yellow object could be seen. It turned out to be gold.

Li Moer didn't use her mind to check what was in the other boxes. She just moved her mind and put all the large wooden boxes into the space. After checking the surroundings and underground and finding nothing else, she said to Zhao Yunting, "Brother Ting, turn around and leave!"

Zhao Yunting didn't ask what happened. He guessed that Mo'er must have succeeded.

Aisin-Gioro Quexin covered his aching ribs and slowly walked down the stairs. The light from the flashlight in his hand could only illuminate a small area!

He walked to the place he remembered, raised the flashlight and shone it over there. The scene he saw made him feel cold all over. Originally there was a row of more than 30 large wooden boxes filled with yellow croakers of all sizes, but now they were empty.

The only marks left on the ground were the stacked boxes, and those marks were so glaring.