Chapter 21 Fatty Pig is actually a pretty good guy.

When Bai Nuo ran to the temporary warehouse, she saw a pile of boxes on the ground, all of which were now open. The system flapped its small mechanical wings and flew to Bai Nuo.

"Host, I've opened all the boxes I took from Director Fat Pig. Among them, the twenty-seven boxes I dug out from the backyard and the basement of the storeroom are full of gold and silver jewelry."

Among them were seven boxes of antiques, two boxes of cultural artifacts, six boxes of jewelry, including jade and emeralds, jewelry headdresses, a cloth bag of loose diamonds, and a box of diamond jewelry.

There were also three boxes of gold bars, three boxes of large croakers, and three boxes of small croakers. And here's the key point: there were also three boxes of cash, all in rolls of 10-yuan notes and 10-yuan notes, totaling a full 300,000 yuan.

Bai Nuo blinked, her expression unchanging. She had little concept of money. After all, in her previous life, money was worthless in the apocalypse; it floated everywhere and nobody picked it up. After being reborn into this world, her mind had been impaired for nearly sixteen years. Apart from the thousand-odd yuan her grandmother secretly hid for her when she left, she had never encountered money again.

The money she had swindled from Old Ma's house and Director Fei Zhu these past two days was casually placed in a box in the study in the attic. She only knew that there was a lot of money, but she really didn't know how much she could buy, so she had never paid any attention to it.

She hasn't eaten at any state-run restaurants these past few days. At the hospital, she's been eating patient meals delivered by the police. The food she just ate was stored in her spatial dimension, so…

Seeing the host's bewildered expression, the system sighed and said in the words the host could understand best: "Host, this is 300,000. As for the current prices, take Shanghai as an example: spare ribs are 60 cents a pound, pork is about 80 cents a pound, and about 2 yuan a pound on the black market. Beef is about 80 cents a pound, and about 3 yuan on the black market. Rice is about 30 cents a pound, and wheat flour is about 20 cents a pound."

These are prices in Shanghai. If we go to Northeast China, prices will be even cheaper there.

However, we now have 300,000, host, do you understand?

"I understand!" Bai Nuo nodded obediently.

If that's how you calculate it, then she's incredibly shrewd.

"So, I'll never go hungry again in my life." Bai Nuo stared brightly at the three boxes of large denomination coins and large black 10-yuan coins, finding them even more dazzling than the boxes of glittering gold next to them.

"Not only will we not go hungry, but we can't possibly spend all this money right now. This plane is similar to the history of our previous plane, with at most a few days or half a month of time difference. The things that should happen should be the same, since parallel planes are in a mapping state."

Therefore, based on these calculations, once the market opens up, the host can buy several houses, land, and shops, all of which can be rented out. The host can then retire early and live a peaceful life as a landlady.

Anyway, you don't have any business acumen, you're lazy, and you have a really bad temper. You shouldn't try to wreak havoc on the business world of ordinary people. After all, I've heard that ordinary people's business battles are at most about watering a money tree with boiling water or putting up some fake, unlucky charms on their doors. But with you, you might just get angry and wipe out their entire family for fun. That won't do; that circle is really not for you.”

"..." Bai Nuo stared blankly at her stupid system.

We were just chatting, why did it turn into a personal attack?

"A-Tong!"

"I was wrong!"

One spoke calmly and without emotion, yet with a murderous intent; the other slid to his knees and apologized cleanly and decisively.

Skilled...

"By the way, host, take a look at these things again." Seeing that its host's aura had calmed down a lot, the system quickly changed the subject and pointed to another pile of boxes.

"These were stolen from a locked room on the first floor of Director Fat Pig's house. There were a total of thirty-one boxes of different sizes and two large sacks."

Two boxes of rice and two boxes of flour, each weighing 1,000 jin, were packed into two extra-large boxes. There were also three boxes of malted milk powder, three boxes of milk powder, milk candy and brown sugar packed in one box, each weighing 25 jin, as well as one box of canned fruit and one box of canned meat.

In addition, there were five boxes containing an unassembled 28-inch bicycle, three boxes containing three unassembled 26-inch women's bicycles, a small box containing twenty watches, three boxes of cotton fabric, one box of polyester fabric, one box of cashmere fabric, and five large iron pots packed in one box.

These weren't the most surprising things; what was truly strange was that he also had three boxes of watercolor paint. As for the two large sacks, one contained five cotton quilts, and the other twenty pounds of yarn.

After listening to the system reciting all the information, Bai Nuo frowned slightly and looked at the pile of boxes on the ground with a puzzled expression.

"Why did that fat pig director bring all this stuff back?"

Everything else is fine, but the watercolor paint is really strange.

"A-Tong, do you think these might be things that guy intercepted from the black market?"

Upon hearing this, the system nodded in agreement: "Host, what you said makes sense. The Council is responsible for cracking down on and arresting people in the black market. Given that fat pig's greed, he probably couldn't reach an agreement with some leader over there and intercepted their goods. Watercolor paints are more expensive than ordinary paints. They might be less used in other smaller cities, but they would definitely sell very well in Shanghai. Those who dare to paint openly must be quite skilled, and they can afford watercolor paints."

"So now all of this is mine. This will save me so much money!" Bai Nuo happily circled around the dozens of boxes of supplies, expressing her heartfelt gratitude.

"You know, this fat pig is actually pretty good. There are so many things inside that can be sold somewhere. We can exchange them for money and tickets and buy a lot of food. I really hope... the more enemies like this, the better."

The two of them sorted and put everything away. The gold and silver jewelry and the three boxes of cash were put into the No. 6 warehouse. They picked out the antiques, cultural artifacts and calligraphy and paintings, and put the nice ones into the No. 6 warehouse. The rest that Bai Nuo didn't like were taken back to the small building to hang in the Time and Space Mall.

The remaining supplies were placed in a temporary warehouse. When leaving the warehouse, Bai Nuo renamed it No. 9 Duoduo Warehouse and placed it in the corner diagonally opposite Warehouse No. 7. It was also the smallest warehouse in the warehouse area.

Warehouse No. 9 was divided into two parts: one part to store items to be recovered later, and the other part to store items to be sold.

For example, grains, malted milk powder, milk powder, milk candy, brown sugar, canned goods, cotton cloth, yarn, and fabrics. Also, put a 26-inch bicycle on the right side, to keep for future trips to the countryside. We can find an opportunity to get it stamped at the local police station later.

The remaining two sewing machines, the 5-ounce 28-inch bicycle, the radio, the refrigerator, the black and white television, and the watch were all placed on the shelf on the left.

As for the three boxes of watercolor paints, Bai Nuo hesitated for a moment before putting them on the shelf on the right. She hadn't thought of what to do in her spare time yet. She could paint, though. One of her teachers in her previous life was a master in the world of traditional Chinese painting. During the more than ten years they spent together, her teachers wanted to cram everything they knew into her brain, regardless of whether it would be useful in the apocalypse. Anyway, she had to learn.

So, let's keep it for now, as it will probably be hard to buy watercolor paints after we go to the countryside.