In the lower right corner of the bookshelf, Xia Wenjin found the book.
Looking at a book as heavy as a brick, but very light when picked up, flipped open, and indeed, the middle was hollowed out. A booklet, a stack of silver notes.
Open the booklet; one person per page, official position, age, preferences, blackmail material...
Packed full.
This is good stuff, Xia Wenjin smiled and took it, then picked up the silver notes.
Such a thick stack? Denominations ranging from fifty taels to five hundred taels, arranged very neatly. Counting that stack of silver notes, Xia Wenjin beamed, eyes shining, hitting the jackpot!
A voice suddenly interrupted: "Whose silver notes?"
Xia Wenjin looked up abruptly and saw Huangfu Jingchen leaning against the door, looking at her leisurely.
She quickly stuffed the silver notes into her sleeve, looked around in surprise, and said, "What silver notes? Where? You saw wrong!"
