Chapter 375: The Thing in Yang Rong's Hand

Yang Rong watched Yang Qing eat heartily, got hungry, and began eating as well.

Zhao Man Ting glanced at the time—already five o'clock—never mind, we'll tackle it in one go and skip dinner.

Thus the three of them sat at the dining table.

Ah Hui still hadn't arrived; Ah Hui knows exactly what his identity is, and Yang Rong, as a young master, keeps their guard up, so they won't fall for Ah Hui's tricks.

After the meal, Yang Qing went off to the study on his own.

Yang Rong and the spouse followed.

Yang Qing sat on Yang Rong's boss chair, comfortably, while Yang Rong and the spouse sat on the guest chairs, effectively becoming outsiders.

Yang Rong wanted to lose their temper, but the spouse pinched their soft spot.

Zhao Man Ting smiled along.

"Son, you can speak now, right?"

Yang Qing, with hands tucked in, eyes gleaming, looked like a wolf spotting a sheep.

"Mom, I'm very curious—what exactly have you two hidden that that side can't forget?"

Yang Rong narrowed their eyes, resisting, and said,

"You aren't one sent from that side, are you?"

"Yang Qing, I'm telling you, those things were obtained by our brothers at the cost of their lives."

"They can't be handed out casually."

"And back then, to support them, we exchanged most of our wealth for supplies; people shouldn't be too greedy."

"Moreover, now we're out there; we can't offend anyone, otherwise our whole family won't survive tomorrow."

Yang Qing switched to a gentle tone.

"I just want to know what they are, nothing else."

"You don't need to tell me the address."

At this moment Zhao Man Ting's expression also grew tense.

"Son, it's not that we refuse to tell you; the entanglement is just too great."

"If we speak, not only will our family die, but many others will die with us."

"Those are our clients; we must keep them confidential."

When Zhao Man Ting said that, Yang Qing probably understood what they actually had in their hands.

They deal in dirty work, likely holding many people's leverage.

They might even know many spies.

After all, many things are secrets to others, but their deeds inevitably involve dealing with many people.

Even some intelligence, supplies, are what they transmit.

Understanding this clears their years-long doubt.

Why they kept pulling them in, because they were valuable.

Although their current value is now very small, since most people have been captured.

But the remaining ones are still valuable.

Yang Qing frowned, pondering, yet caused Yang Rong and the spouse to misunderstand, even thinking that their words made Yang Qing feel they were being perfunctory.

Zhao Man Ting continued.

"Actually there are still some things, but the situation is complicated and may involve other matters."

Yang Rong interrupted Zhao Man Ting's words, saying,

"During the chaotic times we hijacked many people's goods; we claimed those goods were robbed by mountain bandits. Back then the world was so chaotic, it was common, and we even gave partial compensation to settle it."

"If we release them now, we'd offend people to death."

"These items need to be dealt with, do you understand?"

"And inside there are also many youngsters' decent things."

"Those short ones, their methods are very sinister; exposing them brings us no benefit."

Yang Qing nodded.

"Got it, got it. Speaking of the youngsters' decent things, what exactly are they?"

Yang Rong began to recall.

"There are some dragon bones, and a large amount of antiques; not much money, the valuable ones were transported by them themselves."

"And at that time, the small daily matters were retreating step by step; we said it was robbed, they couldn't care either."

Dragon bones? Antiques?

"These things cannot be spoken of."

Yang Qing immediately rejected the decision to hand over the treasure.

These items, if released, would be ruined.

Even after ten years, these things would not be valued, perhaps even used en masse to exchange foreign capital.

Even the leftovers were largely pocketed by people.

The best time for these items to appear is after a thousand years, preferably after 2020, when those dirty methods have diminished a lot.

Yang Rong was indeed surprised.

"Aren't you trying to use them to trade for your wife and child?"

Yang Qing rolled their eyes.

"Enough, stop causing trouble; you don't understand the current situation in the country at all. Trying to buy people with money is less useful than letting Mr. Huo say a few words."

"Do you think Mainland is that easy to bribe?"

Domestically, antiques are not valued nowadays; some even consider them rotten things.

I'm afraid that in a few years, the Mainland will massively destroy antiques.

If handed over now, they would hardly receive any proper protection.

Yang Qing's words made Yang Rong widen his eyes.

In his eyes, those are treasures, they are money—does the Mainland really have that much money?

This matter can't be spoken of; it's been taken over by the higher-ups, and with profit-driven motives, just like dividing land from landlords, it has become a feast of wealth.

How many families saw their estates destroyed overnight, while how many people seized the chance to get rich.

From TV dramas one can see that, up and down, everyone made big money in this movement.

The victims are merely those wealthy people, or those who have good things at home.

And people like Director Li seized the opportunity to accumulate wealth; after more than ten years, leveraging that accumulation, they suddenly became top-tier players.

Yang Rong's face was full of regret.

"Why destroy it? If you don't want it, you can give it to me—I can even pay to buy it."

Soon after, he had a sudden inspiration.

"Say, son, do you think we can take advantage of the situation and then exchange these things for money?"

Yang Qing gave him a meaningful glance.

"You can try."

"Whoever dares to try will die in the attempt."

"I was just worrying about lacking a target to strike—this big rat coming in, isn't it delivering vegetables?"

Yang Rong felt his heart tremble at Yang Qing's eerie glance.

Yang Qing's expression definitely hides great danger.

Yang Rong probed.

"There is danger."

Yang Qing: "Hehe."

Zhao Man Ting saw Yang Qing's mocking gaze and knew the matter was hopeless.

"Alright, don't be greedy for money—you don't know what the Mainland is like? Wind can't get in, rain can't get in; you're just dissatisfied with having lived so long, right?"

Yang Rong wore a face of regret.

"If our transport line were still intact, that would be great."

"This is immense wealth."

"What a pity, what a pity."

Zhao Man Ting interrupted his sigh.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic."

"Son, what do you think we should do?"

Finally we got to the main subject.

Yang Qing coughed slightly, then spoke.

"In the past couple of days after arriving at Gangdao, I've found that the cargo transport here is very complicated."

"Each major gang controls its own territory; many goods, due to gang monopolies, are handled separately by each gang."

"Although in most places cargo transport can go by sea to various destinations,"

"but the transport efficiency there is actually quite low."

"Moreover, the profits involved are not high."

"Old man, if we could open up the transport routes everywhere, we could make a lot of money."

Yang Rong still thought Yang Qing would come up with some brilliant idea, but he never expected him to propose such a lame plan.