"Think carefully about your own problems. Don't think it's someone else's fault if something goes wrong. Go back to your room and reflect on it."
"Yes, sir."
The subordinate took a few steps back and then turned around and left the room.
The subordinate guard standing outside the door reached out to close the door, and then heard a burst of footsteps gradually disappearing and returning to calm.
Qin Siming stood up, walked to the corner door on one side of the room, opened the door and walked in.
This is a large room, twice as big as the room he was in just now. It is like an art gallery. The walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings. If you look carefully, they are mostly works by famous artists, which should be worth a lot of money.
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There are three rows of six-story wooden shelves placed on the ground in the center of the room. On each floor are some strange stones, large or small, in various styles from all over the world, which are very beautiful.
After bypassing the three rows of wooden frames, Qin Siming walked to the wall, stood facing the wall, bowed respectfully to a full-length portrait of an ancient scholar, and then said, "I'm down here, sir, are you here?"
After finishing speaking, seeing no response, Qin Siming raised his head and looked at the portrait, but he still bowed and did not dare to straighten up.
After a while, a gloomy voice came from behind the portrait, "Here we come!"
"Here we come, this time it's coming with force and it's not a good thing. Did you hear what my subordinate asked next door just now?"
"I heard it, let them be in peace when they come."
"Sir, what do you mean..."
"Are all the arrangements in place?"
The person behind the portrait ignored Qin Siming's words, but asked questions that concerned him.
"My subordinates have made arrangements. We are just waiting for our signal to take action."
"Who are the people who have been transferred?"
"Sir, we don't have many people. The operations everywhere are mainly based on the people sent from there. Our people only cooperate with them.
However, my subordinates have told me that when the fight breaks out, they must work really hard, and we can’t make people think that we are just using people but not doing anything.”
"Who are the leaders?"
"One school officer and two group leaders."
"How many of them are there?"
"A total of thirty people have been allocated to them. They are all recently recruited and there are not many old subordinates."
"Do they know when to pull out? How to pull out?"
"I know, my subordinates have given them detailed explanations according to your prior instructions. There will be no problem."
"What did the people over there say?"
“Thank you very much for their cooperation and appreciate the help and support we provide.
Their leader made it clear to his subordinates that although it was their first time to cooperate with us, seeing our sincerity, future cooperation with us is a sure thing.
They guarantee that they will honor their promises to us."
"You can't believe everything they say, but you can't disbelieve it either. Otherwise, we wouldn't really send our people to participate in the operation. The layout here is particularly important. This is an action to show our position.
All the people I have transferred from outside the city are here. If you want to fight, just fight 'out of the blue'. You have to show off in a sassy manner so that no one will look down on us."
"My subordinates understand that we must let the people in the general guard know how powerful we are. But what should we do with those children?"
"Let's all stay. It will be inconvenient for us to leave here without a fixed place and bring our children with us."
"Sir, it's okay. Some children with good qualifications have already been booked, so why not just let them go with us.
If you are worried that they are difficult to manage, it is better to give them medicine. After taking the medicine, they will fall asleep and stop making noises.
And since the child is asleep, he is not afraid of anything."
"No, no children are allowed, and the overall safety of the personnel cannot be risked. There is no need to discuss this matter again, let's talk about something else."
"Yes, will these subordinates also come with us?"
"Except for your personal subordinates, I won't bring any other subordinates with you.
They don't know that even if there are one or two who are willing to follow us, keeping them around will be a disaster in the future.
It's better to gather them at the entrance on the first floor and keep a close eye on them.
With them here, we can delay the time to some extent."
"Yes, sir."
"Siming, please ask someone to prepare some empty boxes and put them in the room outside, so that I can pack these paintings together with these stones and transport them away. After many years of hard work, we can't leave them all here."
"Yes, sir, do you have any other orders?"
"The vehicle is ready. After it is loaded, you can come with me. We are going to move."
"My subordinates are going to transfer all the vehicles. There are two trucks and one car. Have you seen enough?"
"If there are more, leave a truck here. They know how to use it. Is the fuel ready?"
"My subordinates have prepared four barrels of diesel and two barrels of gasoline. The reserved oil has been put on the truck, which is enough for us."
"Before we leave, we must make all the arrangements I just mentioned. You don't have to worry about the people staying here, they know what to do."
"Yes, I will make arrangements now."
"Go ahead."
After Qin Siming left, the wall with the portrait, which was just wide enough for a door, was turned, revealing a passage that could accommodate people in and out.
A man about fifty years old came out. He had a gentle look, his face was as serious as water, and he was very serious.
He stood in the room, looking around. With the light of several chandeliers, he looked at the calligraphy, paintings and strange stones all over the room. He couldn't help but sigh softly, and then whispered: "Start cleaning up. Remember to be careful not to get hurt."
Calligraphy and painting, breaking stones.”
He seemed to be mumbling to himself, or giving instructions to someone.
But there was no one in the huge room. Looking at this scene, people felt that it was a bit strange.
But the situation soon became different. Except for the wall of the room where Qin Siming came in, there was no movement. The walls with hanging calligraphy and paintings on the other three walls all rotated, and some men in black came in from the passage behind.
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They were all dressed up in civilian clothes, with silk shirts covering their upper bodies. At first glance, they looked like people with martial arts skills.
They wore cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles on their feet, and they walked almost silently. There were twenty of them in total.
After they entered the room, no one made a sound, but silently began to collect the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and carried the strange stones on the wooden frame to the next room. Although there were many people, the scene was not chaotic at all. It seemed that the training had taken place.
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When this gentle-looking man walked under the chandelier and saw his appearance clearly under the light, people were really shocked and couldn't believe that what they saw with their own eyes was the truth.
This person turned out to be Xie Tingsong, the father of Xie Liuyun, the former chief officer of "Liuquan Guard" who had been missing for more than ten days.