Chapter 201: Cases of Ten-Yuan Notes
Sitting on the ground, Wang An was completely bewildered. Had he mixed up the rope signals?
No, these two idiots definitely forgot the rope signals, or they had mixed them up!
He had clearly told them twice that two tugs meant for them to come down. And look at this—he ended up landing right on his backside. It was enough to drive a person crazy!
Fortunately, he was dressed warmly for winter, so it wasn't a big deal. Otherwise, slamming his rear so hard onto the ground would have been incredibly painful.
The main issue was that the ground wasn't flat; it was a rocky surface full of pits and bumps.
Wang An turned his head to look at the rope, which was snagged by four of the smallest boxes. Luckily, because it was caught, the rope had pulled him horizontally. What if it had pulled him upward?
Wang An instinctively looked up along the rope. Holy shit, just get the hell out of here!
Directly above the rope were the shelves holding all those bottles and jars!
Day after day, not a single one of them gave him a moment's peace!
Sure enough, after Mu Xueli and Wang Li pulled Wang An down, the tension in the rope vanished.
Fearing that these two idiots might get another sudden impulse and pull him down again, Wang An quickly untied the rope from his waist.
After waiting a while, Wang An heard the two of them talking.
Wang Li: "Fourth Brother said two tugs mean for us to come in. How can you not tell the difference between 2 and 3?"
Mu Xueli: "You were clearly the one who pulled hard first, and now you're saying I can't tell 2 and 3 apart!"
Wang Li: "Before I could even react, you shouted, 'Quick, the rope is moving!'"
Mu Xueli: "If you hadn't pulled hard, would I have pulled hard?"
Wang Li: "Anyway, you're older than me. When Fourth Brother isn't around, you're the boss."
Mu Xueli: "So you think you're right just because you're younger? Those Little Japanese people, every single one of them is as long as a dick—are they right?"
Wang Li: "The Little Japanese people are short; what does that have to do with me? I'm not the one who beat them!"
Mu Xueli: "If you didn't beat them, then a donkey beat them. No, that's not right; they aren't even as long as a donkey's dick."
Wang Li: "Who cares who beat them? What does that have to do with you not knowing the difference between 2 and 3? You always veer off track; you're useless."
"Hahahaha..." Hearing this, Wang An couldn't help but burst out laughing. The way these two bickered was like a crosstalk performance; they could link anything together. He wondered who they had learned this from.
Soon, the two of them came down the steps.
"I instructed you two twice, and you forgot that quickly? Did you have to pull me over just for fun?" Wang An wiped the smile off his face and questioned them sternly.
In truth, Wang An knew that Mu Xueli and Wang Li were worried about him and feared something might happen to him inside this "urn," but their psychological fortitude was simply too poor!
It was lucky he wasn't in front of those shelves. If they had pulled the shelves over and all those bottles and jars had fallen and shattered—holy shit, in that scenario, it would have been nearly impossible for an "accident" *not* to happen!
Mu Xueli and Wang Li kept their heads down in silence, neither daring to face Wang An's anger.
Although these two brothers had not been beaten by Wang An yet, his fierce reputation was known to everyone in the county. Mu Xueli, in particular, had witnessed the two scabby brothers turn from healthy men into cripples.
"Put some heart into what you do from now on. Stop acting like idiots every day. How old are you two?" Wang An looked at them and scolded them mercilessly.
"Brother-in-law, I was wrong," Mu Xueli said softly.
"Fourth Brother, please don't be angry. I know I was wrong too," Wang Li added in a low voice.
Looking at his two younger brothers, Wang An felt truly helpless. Then, he said meaningfully, "Don't panic when things happen. What's the point of panicking? Other than screwing things up, it just turns a good thing into a bad thing."
After saying this, Wang An pointed to the hanging rope and added, "Look at the shelves under that rope. Those shelves are full of lethal poisons. If you two had accidentally pulled me up there and I fell down, tell me, what would have happened?"
As Wang An finished speaking, Mu Xueli and Wang Li looked in the direction he was pointing. Their expressions changed instantly, and they looked at Wang An with simultaneous terror and guilt.
After a moment, once they had fully digested his words, Wang An dropped the seriousness and switched to a joking tone
"Alright, take what I said to heart. Don't treat my words like dog farts."
Wang An smiled, and the two finally relaxed, though their faces were still full of guilt and self-reproach. After all, this was no small matter.
After another while, seeing that the two hadn't fully recovered, Wang An said with a smile, "Are you two still at it? Stop moping and let's look into something happy."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xueli and Wang Li both looked at Wang An.
Wang An pointed to a pile of boxes and said boastfully, "We're rich! We're filthy rich!"
Mu Xueli and Wang Li looked at the pile of unopened boxes and then looked at Wang An in confusion, as if asking simultaneously: *What's inside?*
"What are you standing there for? Open the boxes! Open that leather suitcase first," Wang An said cheerfully.
Hearing this, Mu Xueli and Wang Li walked toward the leather suitcase. After figuring it out, they opened it.
The moment the suitcase opened, all three gasped, almost simultaneously shouting, "Holy shit!"
What met their eyes was a suitcase full of "Big Unity" ten-yuan notes. To the Wang An of his previous life, this amount would have been a drop in the bucket, but that was before he entered the "fence."
Since being reborn, the most money Wang An had handled was the money from selling the yellow sheepskins—a total of 9,500 yuan!
And now, there was a whole suitcase full of ten-yuan notes.
Wang An stepped forward and rifled through them. With a quick count, he realized there was a full 300,000 yuan.
In his previous life, when he dealt in firearms, he often traded this way, though he used 100-yuan notes that hadn't been issued yet.
If the "Big Unity" notes before him were replaced by the four gods of modern China, this suitcase would be worth 3 million yuan.
The leather suitcase was split into two sections. Once opened, the money on the left consisted of 15 large bundles, with each bundle containing 10 stacks—meaning 150,000 yuan. The right side was the same.
"Brother... Brother-in-law, there really are... cases... cases of Big Unity notes?" Mu Xueli looked at the suitcase full of money, swallowing hard and speaking clumsily.
Wang An was stunned for a moment, then felt a phantom pain in his face. He remembered that day when he had confidently lectured his two brothers.
He had tried to explain that it was impossible for "Big Unity" notes to appear in a secret base left by the Little Japanese because the timing was wrong!
But looking at it now, his "knowledge" could just get the hell out of here!
He couldn't be stubborn with others in the future. Since something as inconceivable and illogical as rebirth could happen to him, it meant that nothing in this world was absolutely certain!
Looking at the suitcase of ten-yuan notes, Wang An didn't answer Mu Xueli. Instead, he said with a look of helplessness, "You two get 9 bundles each—that's 90,000—and I take 12 bundles. Right?"
"Brother-in-law, I can take less," Mu Xueli said bashfully.
"Fourth Brother, me too. I didn't really do anything," Wang Li followed quickly.
"What? You two think the money is too prickly for your hands? As long as the three of us go into the mountains, no matter what we do, we divide the loot this way. Don't say that again in the future; I don't want to hear it," Wang An said, still slightly annoyed by the "slap in the face" to his previous logic.