Chapter 2292
Stealing the Deposit Certificate
Yan Jiekuang made up a random excuse that he had tripped and fallen, and managed to fool the elderly couple.
Not long after the meal, which should have been a time for the family of three to chat, Yan Bugui was giving Yan Jiekuang instructions about tomorrow's business.
Where should I go tomorrow to see if there are any newly sprouted orchids?
Or maybe it's those orchids I'd liked before, but I've let them sit for a while; now it's time to go back and negotiate a lower price to get them...
These were usually given by Yan Bugui, and Yan Jiekuang carried them out.
But today it was obvious that Yan Bugui was a bit lacking in energy. Just over ten minutes after finishing his meal, he started yawning incessantly, and his eyelids drooped.
Even Yang Ruihua, who was pasting matchboxes next to him, started to doze off.
"Dad, Mom, are you feeling sleepy?"
"Shall I help you inside to rest?" Yan Jiekuang tentatively suggested from the side.
"Hiss... Huh... What's wrong with me today? Why do I feel so sleepy?" Yan Bugui asked subconsciously.
"You must be tired from the day. Do you think you two are still young?" Yan Jiekuang teased, trying to sound relaxed.
Everything is not yet under control; there is one last step.
His parents' bedroom has a pin tumbler lock.
The elderly couple usually lock the door when they go to sleep.
From the outside, unless you have a key, the only option is to demolish it by force.
Of course, skilled people, such as those who have already died, can open it with a piece of cardboard or a wire.
Yan Bugui got up, shook his head, sighed and said, "Then I'll go to sleep first."
Third brother, remember, when you go to Zhang the Blind Man's place tomorrow to negotiate the price, don't rush. He's adamant about only offering fifteen for that 'monk' potted plant.
He has poor eyesight and usually doesn't come to the city market.
They had no idea about the market price.
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Old woman, you should go to sleep too.
Even though he was extremely tired, Yan Bugui still told Yan Jiekuang everything he considered important.
"Let me help you! Don't fall." Yan Jiekuang stepped forward to support Yan Bugui and offered a timely word of concern.
What he was eyeing was the key that Yan Bugui was hanging on his waist.
Yan Bugui was in a daze and couldn't figure out what was wrong with his son today.
He patted Yan Jiekuang's hand and laughed, "If you had been this sensible earlier, your mother and I wouldn't have had to worry about you."
Jie Kuang, you... sigh... ah...
Now, between father and son, Yan Bugui is definitely not scheming; it's all out of a father's concern for his son.
After Yan Jiekuang helped Yan Bugui to the bed, Yan Bugui closed his eyes and refused to move.
Yan Jiekuang tentatively asked, "Dad, are you taking off your clothes?"
Shall I help you take it off?
"Was it something you drank tonight that was inappropriate?"
After saying that, Yan Jiekuang went to pull down Yan Bugui's trousers.
Yan Bugui did have this feeling, and even straightened his back slightly at the right time.
He also felt it was strange that he was so sleepy today, but when he heard Yan Jiekuang's words, he was misled by the meaning behind them.
Could it be that the drinks I had today were fake again?
This was the last thought that came to Yan Bugui before he fell into a deep sleep.
When Yan Jiekuang hung his father's pants at the foot of the bed, he casually took off the bunch of keys.
His mother was in better physical condition, but the effects of the medicine took a little longer than those of Yan Bugui.
At least Yang Ruihua got up and went into the room on her own.
The door was locked with a pin tumbler lock, and a 'click' sounded as the pins clicked into the lock sheath.
Yan Jiekuang, sitting in the main room, finally collapsed into a limp groin.
Beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead onto his eyebrows.
He didn't know why he was so nervous right now.
He even considered just letting it go for today. He could leave the key on the table, and when Yan Bugui woke up tomorrow, he might think that Yan Bugui had taken it off himself.
Despite having many ideas, Yan Jiekuang sat there motionless.
His eyes were fixed on the clock in the house.
Watching the second hand tick away, frame by frame.
Time seemed to drag on forever at this moment.
Finally, half an hour had passed on the clock.
Yan Jiekuang stood up, took a deep breath, and then took a stiff step.
He didn't rush into the room, but instead picked up the teacup on the table and poured a cup of hot water.
When I got to my parents' bedroom, I reached out and knocked on the door three times, pressing my ear firmly against the wooden door.
There was no movement inside. Yan Jiekuang called softly, "Dad, do you want some water?"
Shall I bring it in for you? ......
His words betrayed his nervousness and unease.
He knew perfectly well that his parents were probably on a dream trip right now.
But what he was really thinking was that if the old couple were still lucid, he could at least find an excuse for the strangeness of the day.
After waiting for at least another minute, which, for Yan Jiekuang at this moment, was equivalent to half a year having passed.
It was so agonizing that he felt his legs going weak.
This time is different from the last time.
Whatever he did last time, his thought at the time wasn't to steal money, but to show Zhao Xia the deposit slip.
Even after receiving the deposit certificate, he couldn't guarantee that he would return it.
But at the time, I didn't feel that heavy-hearted.
"Click..." The sound of the light being switched on.
Yan Jiekuang suddenly shrank back.
He was genuinely afraid that his parents would sit on the bed, coldly watching him.
Of course, none of the scenarios he feared occurred.
I searched everywhere.
Yan Jiekuang was very careful not to mess up anything while searching through each area.
However, Yan Bugui and his wife are getting on in years, so it's impossible for them to dig three feet into the ground just to hide a few deposit slips.
So Yan Jiekuang found a small mahogany box in his parents' wooden clothes chest.
A simple, antique lock hung on the box.
This made Yan Jiekuang's heart tighten again.
He quickly took the bunch of keys off the door, and after some searching, finally found a small key.
When Yan Jiekuang finally got the stack of deposit slips into his hands, he looked at the numbers on them and was almost out of breath.
Even after calculating for a long time, he still couldn't figure out how much money was in total from all those deposit slips.
He sat in the main room, his eyes fixed on the stack of deposit slips.
His mind was a complete mess, and he couldn't think of any other possibilities at the moment.
For example, now that he has this stack of deposit certificates, there's no need for him to forge anything.
He took it directly and led Zhao Xia away to a distant land.
He listened intently, waiting for the bicycle bell to ring outside.
He made an appointment with Zhao Xia, who would come at 8:30, accompanied by one long and two short bicycle bell rings.
Then he would exchange the code words again, coughing twice...
He demanded that Zhao Xia return the deposit slip before 11 o'clock.
The person he sought out was Zhang, the famous "Ghost Hand" from Dalanzha, who used to specialize in copying ancient paintings.
Drawing a few bank deposit slips, as long as they look seven or eight parts similar, is a piece of cake for them.
Two hours is more than enough to get it done. (End of Chapter)