Chapter 342: Something happened to Bai Ying

March 31.

Lin Feng has already started planning to go home.

No matter how beautiful the scenery here is, after a long time I still feel that nothing beats home.

The weather in Yanjing has warmed up now.

During the day, squatting by the roadside, you can see many long legs.

People, especially young people, still like lively environments.

Not only do I miss home, I also miss people.

I miss Yaoyao, I miss Han Xiang, I miss Mu Nian and the village girl from Chen...

In my own Guo Jia, even if separated by thousands of miles, I wouldn't have this feeling.

Upon careful thought, it's because this is a foreign land!

At most, I'll just go back.

By then, this batch of treasure will have been mostly transported to the port.

Then, seal the earth cave with soil and lay stone slabs.

When leaving, set up a mechanism, like short-circuiting wires, light a fire, to erase traces of treasure hunting.

Don't look at this building being brick-and-stone structured, but its interior decoration is basically all wood.

For example, every wall is covered with wooden panels, and there are many wooden furnishings.

After a long time, the Friks family of four might possibly come back.

By then, even if the house is completely renovated, they won't discover the underground secret.

I estimate that I won't be living in this stone house again.

Even if I return, I would build a house by the lake outside one kilometer.

These past few days I've been too busy to properly accompany Yang Caiwei.

Although said to be eloping, after bringing her over, I basically paid no attention.

Last time riding a horse was actually a good opportunity.

Unfortunately, it was interrupted by gunfire from the Han Guo people.

Ouyang Moli and Liu Cangyun drove back to the Baoshuli Manor.

It's just over a hundred kilometers; driving takes a little over an hour to get there.

Shu Jingya has stayed in the Cangbaodong all along, organizing the artworks she considers extremely precious.

Zhao Xiaoyang and the others are strenuously transporting the gold upward.

Over 300 tons of gold cannot be handled in just a day or two.

He, Liu Erwa, Duan Fei and the others haven't slept well these days, and they've all become noticeably thinner.

After this matter is completed, aside from Zhao Xiaoyang, each person will be rewarded one million.

It's not that Lin Feng is stingy.

It's still the principle he earlier told Liu Erwa and Duan Fei: for them, having too much money leads to trouble.

After striking it rich, people's mindset easily changes...

Lin Feng certainly doesn't want any traitors among his subordinates.

It's fine for everyone to just be good brothers and be happy.

Lin Feng entered Yang Caiwei's room.

Yang Caiwei was practicing chess.

What was set up on the chessboard was exactly the endgame from that Song dynasty chess manual.

She looked very focused.

She held a black piece between her fingers, not placing it down for a long time.

Lin Feng stepped forward, took a glance, took the black piece from her hand, and placed it on a position in the lower right corner of the board.

A position that was a sure loss for black was thus broken.

Yang Caiwei looked at Lin Feng with admiration, saying, 'Senior Brother Lin, you're amazing!'

Lin Feng said proudly, 'How else could I be your senior brother? Right, Junior Sister Yang?'

Yang Caiwei's face showed a faint blush.

Lin Feng whispered, 'Today only the two of us are free; want to go hunting?'

Yang Caiwei has no interest in gold or artworks.

Compared to the ancient heirlooms of our own country, these so-called Western artworks seem too crude.

Oil paintings and such also lack any artistic conception.

"Great!"

Yang Caiwei jumped up with delight, saying, 'Let's go out and play, but I don't want to hunt; those rabbits are so cute, why kill them?'

"Do you like rabbits?"

Lin Feng asked.

Yang Caiwei shook her head.

Lin Feng laughed and said, 'These rabbits here are pests, just like rats.'

Yang Caiwei said, 'But they really are quite cute in appearance!'

"Alright!"

Lin Feng nodded, 'Let's go to the woods to pick mushrooms.'

The weather here is still a bit chilly; there's a hammer-shaped mushroom.

Lin Feng just wanted to ask Yang Caiwei to go to the forest to do something indescribable.

"I want to make a phone call to my dad."

Yang Caiwei suddenly said.

"Sure!"

Lin Feng took out his phone.

He first dialed a string of numbers, then handed the phone to Yang Caiwei, "After that, just directly dial your dad's cell number."

Yang Caiwei had just taken the phone when Lin Feng's phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

Yang Caiwei returned the phone to Lin Feng.

Ordinary harassing calls can't get through to Lin Feng's phone anymore.

Lin Feng chose to answer, putting the phone to his ear, "Hello, who is it?"

Bai Ying's voice came from the phone, "It's me!"

There was also a buzzing sound.

In Lin Feng's mind appeared that old-style helicopter…

"Where are you?"

Lin Feng asked.

Bai Ying said, "I'm on the plane, I don't have much time left, I think the plane is about to crash, suddenly I wanted to call you…"

Before she could finish, Lin Feng loudly said, "I'm asking you where you are now?"

"Above the Caribbean Sea…"

Suddenly a static sound came from the phone.

Then it turned into a busy tone.

Lin Feng furrowed his brows, called Yang Yi and said, "Check it out—where is the number that just called me?"

"Okay, boss!"

Bai Ying has met with an accident!

Lin Feng now has no mood to go out and play with Yang Caiwei.

He sat alone on the dirty sofa in the first-floor living room, dazedly staring off.

He recalled the scene on March 12 when Bai Ying said goodbye to him.

What kind of mission is more important than one's own life?

Yang Caiwei walked over.

Lin Feng came to his senses, dialed a string of numbers, handed the phone to Yang Caiwei, "Can you call your dad now?"

Yang Caiwei shook her head and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Lin Feng sighed, "A friend has met with an accident; now we don't know if he's alive or dead."