After leaving Zheng Chengfan’s place, Yu Xifeng quickened her pace.

The noise just now had been quite loud; she didn’t know when someone might come over, so she had to hurry.

With the stuff she had taken earlier, this haul was already considerable.

But she had finally reached Zheng Chengfan’s doorstep. There must be real, processed agricultural products inside this factory.

If she left empty-handed now, she would regret it so much she’d want to slap herself awake in the middle of the night.

Warehouses that needed to ship out goods usually had an extra-large door for convenience, so trucks could come in to load and unload.

Finally, Yu Xifeng found a metal rolling shutter.

The sound of the metal door was loud. After unlocking it, Yu Xifeng carefully lifted the door.

Even so, the noise was unbearably loud in the dead of night.

Since she couldn’t suppress the noise, she aimed to make the noisy time as short as possible.

Biting her lip, Yu Xifeng yanked the door up quickly. When a gap large enough for a person to squeeze through appeared, she lay flat and slipped inside.

Inside was a parked truck, with a banner on it bearing several big golden characters: “Donated by Mr. Zheng Weiyang.”

This contained the Zheng family’s 5,000 jin (about 2.5 tons) of grain, plus the grain collected at the charity gala, and maybe even the three jin of sweet potatoes Yu Xifeng herself had donated.

This batch of grain was the entire fortune Zheng Weiyang had declared.

Yu Xifeng ignored the truck.

Since Zheng Weiyang had already made his statement, he couldn’t go back on it. This batch of grain would go to those who needed it more.

The truck was locked, and it wasn’t Yu Xifeng’s target anyway.

She circled past the truck and saw the real warehouse.

As soon as she entered, Yu Xifeng was stunned by the scale of the warehouse.

There were boxes of rice, noodles, wheat cakes, glutinous rice, cornmeal, rice flour, bean flour — stretching as far as the eye could see.

Yu Xifeng’s eyes reddened.

Just what she could see at a glance was roughly over 50 tons.

Ten thousand jin (about 5 tons) — the entire fortune — was nothing compared to this.

Yu Xifeng swallowed hard, carefully closed the door, and took off her gloves.

Lights flickered on outside.

According to regulations, the night guard was supposed to patrol the circular area at least five times.

But this order wasn’t strictly enforced.

Unless Zheng Weiyang himself showed up.

The weather was too cold. After one patrol, the guard leaned against the table and dozed off, planning to wake up and patrol again later. That would be the end of his shift.

Half-awake, he heard firecrackers but didn’t think much of it.

When he realized what was happening, he jolted awake.

He had been trained to handle guns in his military service!

This factory area had four gate guards plus a 25-person security team.

The security team usually slept inside the factory.

He hurriedly started putting on his clothes. Halfway dressing, he remembered that Zheng Chengfan had brought a woman here today.

Zheng Chengfan was ruthless — any woman dragged out of his room would be either dead or disabled.

Maybe today he was trying some new trick.

As the son of Zheng Chengfan’s father, it wouldn’t be hard to get a gun.

If Zheng Chengfan was inside fooling around with a woman or shooting targets, he’d call all the guards to watch.

Then this guard’s job would be finished.

In that moment of hesitation, the guard didn’t blow his whistle immediately.

He decided to check it out himself first.

He went to the main building and saw the outside windows and doors were intact.

Feeling relieved, he tightened his coat and slowly headed toward Production Department 2.

Just one round of patrol, then wait in the guard room until shift change.

Yu Xifeng split off some attention to listen to the sounds outside.

She was fully focused on stashing food into her spatial storage.

If conditions allowed, she’d want to strip off and lie down inside it.

Every second, boxes and boxes of food were being loaded into the space.

Yu Xifeng didn’t bother looking at labels anymore — she just carried entire shelves into the space.

Her heart pounded so hard it felt like her blood was boiling.

So much food — she couldn’t possibly finish collecting it all.

If the food she had stored before was enough to feed her for ten years,

Then now, this factory’s entire stock would cover the rest of her life, plus all the chickens, ducks, and geese already in her space,

And her future pigs!

At this moment, Yu Xifeng was more grateful than any survivor for Zheng Weiyang.

He was the biggest financial backer of her life, giving her a second chance.

After finishing one warehouse, she moved deeper inside.

Every warehouse was locked, and opening locks took time.

Though she was fast, as footsteps approached outside, at least a third of the rows of warehouses remained.

The footsteps paused at the door. Yu Xifeng stopped moving and pressed against the wall, holding her breath.

Only one person’s footsteps. She could handle that.

She just had to knock him out.

If she couldn’t take this grain today, it would be more painful than dying.

Fortunately, the person outside only reached the door and didn’t come inside.

From his direction, he was heading to Production Department 2.

There was Zheng Chengfan’s corpse and a half-dead woman.

Yu Xifeng’s hands moved so fast they left afterimages. To be quicker, she even took off her outer coat.

The coat wrapped her hands too much, restricting her movement.

When the guards found Zheng Chengfan’s corpse, they felt their hearts turn colder than his.

Damn it — the factory director’s son was dead.

And not just the director’s son — he was the son of a representative committee member.

Such a committee member even had the authority to dispatch the underground shelter’s patrol team.

Now he was dead inside the factory,

And dead during their watch.

The guards didn’t immediately chase the killer but dragged the collapsed Kong Nuan back to the heating room.

No way could they let her die — if she died, they’d be blamed alone.

Luckily, she was still breathing.

The guards even tore some of their own clothes to make a simple bandage.

Once they made sure Kong Nuan wouldn’t die, one guard finally blew his whistle.

Meanwhile, Yu Xifeng wished she were a thousand-handed Guanyin goddess or at least an octopus.

Some warehouses held unpackaged bulk food.

Yu Xifeng had to give up on those.

She focused on the boxes and bags on the shelves — she could definitely collect more of those in the same time.

She couldn’t even check how much had already been stuffed into her space.

She fixed her gaze on the remaining grain.

As the footsteps of the security team grew closer, lights flickered erratically outside.

Yu Xifeng lunged out, carrying the last two fully loaded shelves.

The moment the guards pushed open the big door, Yu Xifeng’s figure vanished from where she had been.

She had done her best.

She had scavenged eight or nine-tenths of Zheng Chengfan’s stored grain.

The warehouse was emptier than ever before.

The guards looked at each other, their flashlights scanning the floor as the team dispersed to find signs of the thief.

They talked loudly, cursed, and waved their lights wildly, as if trying to burn a hole in the floor to see if grain had been hidden underneath.

Everyone was busy but no one really knew what for.

A faint dust mixed with the aroma of flour, rice, and beans floated in the air — very pleasant.

Someone secretly stuffed some noodles into their pocket.

Another grabbed some rice to tuck under their arm.

Everyone tacitly agreed to look the other way.

The head of the security team sent someone to deliver news to the Zheng family.

Seeing the man was fatter than before, the security captain glared at him angrily.

The man took off running, spilling rice from his pant legs as he fled.

The leftover grain Yu Xifeng couldn’t take was gradually picked up bit by bit by the arriving security team.

After all, Yu Xifeng had even taken down their surveillance cameras for them.