Chapter 1157: Black Eating Black

Today was definitely too late; Chuxue had naturally thought of this as well.

The two quickly reached a consensus, set the time and place for the transaction tomorrow night, and only then was Chuxue escorted out.

Leaving the black market, Chuxue headed to the various fruit and tea tree delivery spots she had previously arranged with others.

Those people were also busy finishing up those items for the return trip; they even gave quite a bit to Chuxue. Both sides were straightforward, and the money and goods were settled quickly; those people took the money and left.

After seeing them leave, Chuxue released her spiritual sense to confirm safety, then put everything away.

What she didn't expect was that someone had indeed noticed her; fortunately, she had her cheat, otherwise she would truly have been wrapped up like dumplings.

She couldn't help but frown; could it be that those people had betrayed her earlier? It was obvious they waited until those people left, knowing only she remained, before making their move.

Seeing the encirclement shrinking, she simply entered the space; she wanted to see what kind of people these were.

In just a few minutes, she heard those outside, furious, say: "Could it be that little wench knows earth shield?"

"Impossible; she must still be in this area. Search for her! I don't believe a little wench could have such immense capability."

Six or seven grown men went back and forth in this area, practically digging the ground three feet deep, yet it was all in vain.

The leader threw the cigarette butt in his hand hard onto the ground, his eyes full of aggression: "Damn it, this is the first time I've failed. Keep your mouths shut tight; I can't afford to lose face."

Chuxue, inside the space, heard these words and chuckled; looks like they haven't done this kind of thing a few times.

Since that's the case, it might as well let him experience a black eating black; after all, they tried to scheme against her.

Anyway, she would stay one more day tomorrow; the day after, they would take a bus back to Beijing.

She patiently waited as they rushed back and forth three times, then followed the few dejected men, watching them enter a courtyard for a long while before slowly approaching that courtyard.

For some reason, the range of her spiritual sense could probe farther than before; regardless of the reason, as long as it was a good thing for her, that was all that mattered.

She found a hidden spot and listened for a long time; finally, she heard some useful information. It turned out that the black market's subordinate had a traitor; part of her information had been sold to these people. She had been careless, always thinking she was invincible; this served as a warning bell for her.

She scanned the courtyard; it was piled with quite a few items, but she didn't know if these were things they had eaten from others or if they also ran a black market. Since they dared to make moves on her, these would count as compensation.

Without holding back, she started collecting from the side rooms: soap, brown and white sugar, rock sugar, salt, and several small quantities of Guangdong specialty pastries. In another side room were kerosene and various dried seafood. In the main room were cloth, quilts, blankets, Mao Jin blankets, thermos flasks, lunch boxes, maltose milk powder, milk powder, various needles and threads, various enamelware, aluminum lunch boxes, and surprisingly, a twenty-six-inch women's bicycle and a complete set of huanghuali furniture.

Finally, there were two boxes of jewelry and jade, one box of mixed-size yellow fish, and a box containing money and tickets, roughly over three thousand yuan in cash and numerous ration coupons. Well, this was truly sending charcoal in snowy weather, right to her heart.

After collecting almost everything, she only then realized there was no grain inside; it seemed they were counting rats, and there must be another hidden place for goods, but she didn't plan to search further.

Without making a single sound, she put everything into the space; as for when they would discover it or how they would go mad, it had nothing to do with her.

Before returning, she kindly turned to the black market entrance, found the person who had guided her earlier, and handed over an envelope already sealed with paste: "Give this to your boss."

As for whether the items would reach that person intact, and the bloody storm that would follow, that had nothing to do with her.

Only he and the black market boss knew the location for tomorrow's transaction; she didn't plan to change the place. Anyway, she had the space; at worst, if things went badly, she could slip away. If that person wasn't honest, she wouldn't mind sending him a big gift.

With the matter done, she hurried back to the guesthouse; if she didn't return soon, she feared encountering people who were up early, and that would not be pretty.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

After climbing back through the window into the room, she didn't forget to clean up the barely visible traces outside the window. She entered the space, took a simple bath, and rested inside the space; after all, she had been busy all night and needed to use the time difference in the space to catch up on sleep.