bodyguard against fate

Chapter 38 A Lost Package

Chen Ergou didn't believe it, thinking Feng Weida was lying to him, so he decided to search for it himself. During the day when Feng Weida wasn't home, he turned Feng Weida's house upside down, but he never expected that under the bed, Old Zheng, who was watching him from outside, was hiding there. His heart was pounding in his chest. "Oh my God, please don't let him find it! I'm counting on these ten gold bars to make a comeback!" After Chen Ergou had done his work, he finally gave up and left in disappointment. But then Wu Renxing came again!

Unlike Chen Ergou, Wu Renxing brought professional equipment with him: a metal detector!

Feng Weida's dormitory belonged to the factory, so Wu Renxing easily obtained the key. He sneaked in when no one was home, only to be stunned by what he found. Had a thief been there? The place was a complete mess, but he didn't care. If Feng Weida really came for the gold bars, why hadn't he left after finding them? There was only one reason: he hadn't found all the gold bars!

So, having a brain is a good thing. Some people just don't use their brains when they do things. It's time to show you the power of high technology!

Wu Renxing searched around with the metal detector, and sure enough, when he got close to under the bed, the metal detector beeped. This was it!

Wu Renxing moved the bed and saw that only one spot under the filthy bed was clean, indicating that someone had moved it. Excitedly, Wu Renxing lifted the floor tile and found the iron box.

"I've finally found it!"

With a loud thud, Wu Renxing was hit on the head from behind and immediately fainted. The person who hit him was Old Zheng.

Old Zheng had been lying in wait for this opportunity for several days. The gold bars were mine, and none of you could touch them!

Just as Lao Zheng was about to leave with the iron box, footsteps suddenly came from the door. Feng Weida had returned!

It turned out that the property management of the community had sent a group message that there was another power outage in their area. This often happened in the past. In older communities with high population turnover, the circuits are already aging. If someone uses a high-powered appliance, the entire community will trip the circuit breaker instantly. The property management was worried about fire hazards, so they sent a group message asking everyone to check. Feng Weida happened to have nothing to do, so he came back to take a look.

Before he even opened the door, he sensed something was wrong because it wasn't locked. Considering that Chen Ergou also had a key, it wasn't surprising.

"Ergou? Is that you?"

Feng Weida pushed open the door and entered. Before he could even see the room clearly, he was struck hard on the head with a loud bang and fainted on the spot.

It turned out that Old Zheng realized there was no time to hide. Not wanting to repeat the mistake of going out the window last time, he simply hid behind the door and knocked Feng Weida unconscious in the same way. Only then did he hurriedly leave with the iron box.

Feng Weida had a dream in which he lived amidst mountains of gold and silver, used a golden bowl, slept on a golden bed, yet ate only coarse food and begged for food while holding a golden rice bowl. This dream describes him perfectly.

Half an hour later, Wu Renxing woke up first. His body had been a bit weak lately. First, he had a black eye, and now he had been hit on the head. If this continued, He Xiuli would be dead before he was!

Wu Renxing stood up, clutching his head, and noticed a person on the ground. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Feng Weida.

Wu Renxing's first reaction was, "Did he knock me out? No way, he looks like he was knocked out too, and he even has a smile on his face. He's really carefree. His house was robbed, and he can still smile?"

It couldn't have been him who hit me, so who could it be? Anyway, let's check if the gold bars are still there.

Wu Renxing turned his head and saw that the space under the bed was empty. The iron box was gone. He was heartbroken. A box of gold, which was about to be his. Who was the bastard who ambushed him? That ambushe was worth six or seven million!

But it was too late for grief. Feng Weida suddenly realized, "Oh no! If he wakes up and finds me here, he'll definitely think I stole the gold bars. I have to get out of here!"

Thinking this, Wu Renxing didn't have time to retrieve the metal detector. He walked to the door, and just then, Feng Weida opened his eyes and saw Wu Renxing.

"Mr. Wu... what are you doing here?"

Wu Renxing was originally heading towards the door, intending to leave, but after being asked by Feng Weida, he immediately pretended to have just entered.

"Xiao Feng, I saw you lying on the floor as soon as I walked in. What happened to your house?"

Seeing the mess in his home, Feng Weida assumed it had been burgled, and even the bed had been moved.

"Are you alright? Was it a home invasion robbery? How serious was it?" Wu Renxing asked, feigning concern.

"Mr. Wu, I'm fine."

"Check if anything's missing from the house?"

Feng Weida glanced around: "It seems like something's really missing—"

"What's missing? Is it something valuable?" Wu Renxing asked tentatively.

"It's not expensive, but it's quite heavy."

Old Zheng ran for several blocks with the tin box in his arms until he entered a deserted alley, where he stopped to catch his breath.

Twenty years have passed. Twenty years ago, his family was destroyed, his career ruined. For so many years, he's been in a mental hospital, clinging to this last thought. When he bought the gold bars, they weren't this expensive. He intended them as a safety net, originally depositing them in a bank. Later, due to real estate investments, he wanted to liquidate them, hearing that the black market price was higher than the bank's. But before he could even sell them, He Yong sent him to jail. Over the years, he's studied the Talmud and watched various investment and entrepreneurship videos, hoping that one day, after his release, he could use these ten gold bars to make a comeback and reclaim what he lost. Now, he's only one step away from his resurgence. Although one bar is missing, he still has nine, so it's not a big problem. Old Zheng couldn't hide his excitement. With trembling hands, he carefully opened the box, only to be stunned. There was no glittering gold, no dazzling surprise, just a lifeless lump of iron.

"What's missing?" Wu Renxing asked.

"My dumbbell seems to be missing."

In the corner of Feng Weida's house, there lay a lonely square-headed dumbbell. The one that Old Zheng had carried for two miles was the round-headed one.

Sure enough, those who are not on the same path will never be able to walk together. Given the chance, it will betray you first, even dumbbells.

"Who the hell switched my things?!"

Old Zheng shouted, his heart filled with despair. Twenty years of hope had come to naught, and Old Zheng was once again walking on the edge of mental illness.