Chapter 931: A Blind Cat Stumbles Upon a Dead Mouse

Overall, Wei Cheng could be described as a genuinely formidable figure.

This was because he had managed to achieve all four of the aforementioned points.

Unfortunately, as the old saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes." No matter how brilliant Wei Cheng's schemes were or how formidable he seemed, he never imagined he would be gunned down by his own subordinates.

The key was that his death was truly pathetic; he had been shot in a complete blur of confusion.

All that accumulated wealth had ended up serving as a wedding dress for others.

Of course, calling his death pathetic wasn't entirely accurate; it would be more precise to say, "Heaven's crimes are forgivable, but one's own crimes are fatal."

Not only did his subordinates harbor a sky-high hatred for him, but even his dog betrayed him. It is said since ancient times that "a child does not despise a mother's ugliness, and a dog does not despise a poor home," yet Wei Cheng managed to raise a dog into a traitor. This showed just how fucked up this man was.

After restoring the doghouse as much as possible, Wang An placed the five excavated porcelain jars into the sidecar of his motorcycle.

Looking at the four jars of "Big Unity" bills and one jar of coupons and such, Wang An felt genuinely refreshed; he was simply delighted.

Turning around, Wang An said to the blue dog with a face full of smiles

"I don't know what you were called before, but from now on, your name is Zhaocai (Wealth-Attractor), hahahaha..."

Immediately after, Wang An said to the grey dog, also smiling

"And you, from now on, you'll be called Wangcai (Prosperity-Attractor). How about that? Hahahaha!"

Actually, these two names paired with these two dogs really felt like a perfect match.

After all, regardless of how you looked at it, Wang An had obtained this money and these coupons because of these two old dogs.

Wang An suddenly realized that among the names he had given the dogs and hawks at home, "Zhaocai" and "Wangcai" seemed to be the best-sounding ones.

To be honest, his ability to name things was becoming increasingly formidable.

Wang An didn't know if the two dogs understood what he was saying, but from the way they were shaking their heads and wagging their tails, it was clear that these two old dogs were genuinely quite happy, as if they were meritorious officials who had performed a great service.

Fortunately, that was exactly the case. To Wang An, they truly had performed a great service—that was a full 100,000 yuan.

Just as Wang An mounted the sidecar and intended to go home, he thought for a moment and climbed back down.

Picking up the worn-out iron shovel, Wang An walked toward the remaining two doghouses.

Although these two doghouses didn't look like they could hide anything, and the dogs Daquan and Xiaoquan showed no abnormal reactions, Wang An still decided to try. As they say, "Whether there are dates or not, hit the tree three times first"—what if a blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse?

Furthermore, given Wei Cheng's squirrel-like personality, there was no reason for him not to bury things in these two doghouses as well.

Wang An checked his watch and found it was already 7 PM. However, that was just how it was in the Northeast; in winter, the days were very short, getting dark around 4 PM, but in summer, the days were long, and it wouldn't get dark until 8:30.

So, although it was already 7 PM, the sun had not yet set.

Soon, Wang An dug out the withered leaves and dry grass from the doghouse in the southeast corner.

After a few more shovelfuls into the soil, there was a "clink," and Wang An clearly felt the iron shovel hit a hard object.

Although he didn't know what the shovel had hit yet, a surge of pleasant surprise rose in Wang An's heart.

After a few more shovels, the hard object was revealed.

Looking closely, the object was also a jar, but this one was a terracotta jar, not a porcelain one.

However, perhaps because it had been buried in this water-logged pit for too long, the terracotta jar had become brittle, so Wang An's previous shovel stroke had directly chipped a piece off.

Fortunately, it was buried in the soil, so it hadn't completely shattered.

Wang An gripped the terracotta jar and gave it a hard yank, forcibly pulling it out.

Feeling the rather unusual weight of the terracotta jar, Wang An felt another surge of surprise.

Impatiently opening the lid, Wang An's excited expression instantly froze.

The main issue was that the contents of the jar weren't exactly worthless, but in the short term, they were truly fucking useless.

To be precise, it would take another ten or so years before these things would be worth a significant amount of money.

Because what was inside the jar was none other than the things that people of Wang Dazhu's generation liked or cherished: silver dollars.

A full jar of silver dollars, and the ones on top had all turned a dark, blackened color. If one wanted to clean them without damaging the coins themselves, it would likely take a genuine amount of effort.

Looking at this jar of silver dollars, Wang An sucked his teeth hard. Although he was a bit disappointed, digging this up was still far better than digging up nothing.

After all, in ten or twenty years, a single silver dollar could be worth a hundred or so yuan.

And this jar of silver dollars would surely be worth fifty or eighty thousand, right?

If he could find a "Flying Dragon" Yuan Datou with wings inside, that would be absolutely formidable.

But to be honest, aside from the time he found one while searching for Ninth Brother's hidden treasure, Wang An had never seen a Flying Dragon Yuan Datou, even during the peak of his life in his previous existence.

It was said that the number of Flying Dragon Yuan Datous in existence was extremely rare, so Wang An felt that obtaining one would be a matter of great luck.

He dug a few more shovelfuls in the pit, but found nothing else, so Wang An restored the doghouse to its original state.

Next, carrying the worn-out iron shovel, Wang An walked toward the doghouse in the southeast corner—the last one yet to be dug.

After clearing out the leaves and dry grass, Wang An dug only a few times before he felt something unusual through the shovel.

However, the hardness Wang An felt seemed a bit abnormal.

Because the thing buried beneath was certainly neither porcelain nor terracotta; it should be wood.

Sure enough, when Wang An dug it out, he found a small wooden box that had rotted beyond recognition.

To be precise, it shouldn't be called a wooden box, but rather a wooden casket, because it was simply too small—roughly the size of an adult's fist.

It was evident that to prevent decay, this wooden box had been carefully charred with fire before being buried here.

However, perhaps because it had been buried for too long, or because the water accumulation in the doghouse was too severe, the small wooden box was still severely rotted.

Thanks to "Big Account Empire Emperor" for the tip, thank you, thank you.

Thanks to "Black A-Niu Brother" for the tip, thank you, thank you.

Wishing both big brothers prosperous wealth and that everything goes your way!

(End of Chapter)