Working Prophet

Han Bin continued to observe the situation on the other side with his telescope, and he saw vehicles passing by one after another.

There are Lamborghini, Bentley, Pagani, Ferrari...except for a BMW three series, almost all of them are luxury cars worth one million or even ten million yuan.

They drove through the gate of the villa like ghosts, and the security guards outside the gate readily let them go after checking the identity of the guests, without conducting further inspections of the vehicles.

Seeing this scene, Han Bin felt like he had grasped something important, so he sat back in his car and started the engine.

There is only one private manor on this hill. In other words, everyone who goes up the hill must be here to attend the annual meeting in the evening.

If he could secretly hitch a ride on one of them, he could break through the outermost layer of security and sneak into Red Leaf Villa without anyone noticing.

Just as he thought, Han Bin drove his Magotan to the foot of the mountain, turned on the double flashers, opened a door, and put a warning sign on the back to create the illusion that it had broken down.

And he himself was hiding in the grass on the other side of the road.

After that, four cars passed by in a row, and they did not stop until the fifth one, which was a gentian blue Panamera. A foreigner got out of it, with blond hair, a horse face, and blue eyes, with a typical Slavic appearance.

As he walked towards Magotan, he asked the people in the car if they needed help in broken Chinese.

However, when he came to the car, he found that there was no one inside.

The foreigner was a little strange and looked around again, but he didn't see the owner of Magotan nearby.

At this time, Han Bin had already jumped out of the grass and crept into the Paramelari.

Han Bin curled up his body into a ball and placed himself as close as possible between the driver's seat and the car door.

But in this way, he couldn't see the foreigner outside the car. He waved his hand and pushed the ownerless Magotan, which weighed a ton and a half, toward the roadside.

The foreigner looked at the road that had become more spacious, clapped his hands with satisfaction, turned around and returned to his car, and continued driving towards Hongye Villa halfway up the mountain.

Han Bin in the back row tried hard to control his heartbeat, not even daring to take a breath.

After about ten minutes, the car stopped again, and Han Bin knew that they had arrived at the entrance of the villa.

The foreigner opened the car window, stretched out his left hand, and pressed his fingerprint on something similar to a punch card machine.

The green light quickly came on on the instrument, but the foreigner did not drive immediately. Instead, he took out a cigar and asked the security guard, "Is there a fire, my friend?"

The security guard he was questioning shook his head. Just when the foreigner was feeling disappointed, another security guard took out a lighter from his body, stepped forward and lit the foreigner's cigar.

The latter took a deep breath, exhaled a smoke ring, and showed a satisfied smile on his face, then pointed at the security guard, "You wait!"

As he spoke, he stretched his other hand behind him, groping in the back seat, but he couldn't grab what he wanted.

Han Bin's heart was already in his throat. He was worried that the foreigner would lean over him later. No matter how well he hid, it would be difficult not to be discovered.

Many thoughts flashed through Han Bin's mind at this moment, and he knew that he had to take a little risk.

So the next moment he took the initiative to reach out, and moved the backpack on the back seat towards the direction of the foreigner's palm, allowing the latter to grab the backpack bag smoothly.

"Ha, here it is, my little darlings."

The foreigner was not suspicious, he lifted the backpack from the back seat and opened the zipper on it.

I don't know what was taken out from inside, and it was thrown to the security guard, which caused a burst of exclamation.

And he also laughed out loud, threw his backpack on the passenger seat, drank his cigar, and drove his Panamera into the mountain villa.

Since the zipper had been opened, this time Han Bin also saw what was in the backpack—RMB.

Bundles of Renminbi Han Bin visually estimated that the thickness of each bundle is about 4-5cm, which means that a bundle is about 50,000 yuan.

Han Bin had heard before that there were wealthy people in foreign countries who would give money to the poor, but this time he saw with his own eyes the prodigal son who gave away 50,000 yuan when he lit a cigarette.

But this also shows from another aspect that the business of the third era is not easy, there are so many rich employees below.

Panamera drove a good distance before coming to a halt again.

The foreigner got out of the car and threw the car keys to the waiter who came up to him. Han Bin also wanted to get out of the car with him, but because he didn't know the situation outside, he decided to stay in the car out of caution.

The waiter parked Paramela into the garage of the villa. Han Bin remained patient until the waiter got out of the car and walked away, then quietly straightened up and looked out the car window.

Unlike the tight security outside, there are almost no guards in the Red Leaf Villa. It is estimated that the strategy of tightening the outside and loosening the inside is adopted.

Firstly, it was to avoid disturbing tonight's guests as much as possible, and secondly, Han Bin guessed that it was probably because there would be some shameful things happening here tonight.

Thinking of this, he became energized, gently opened the door and slipped out of the car.

Han Bin looked around carefully. This was an underground garage, and it seemed to have more than one floor. He also saw a spiral driveway in the northeast corner. There were about fifty parking spaces on this floor alone.

The entire garage is very beautifully designed, like a museum. The parking spaces are separated by display cabinets.

There are pieces of ancient cultural relics stored inside, some from the East, some from the West, and even some from countries that Han Bin has never heard of.

Han Bin is not an expert in this field, and he cannot tell how much these cultural relics are worth.

But if it's all true, it certainly won't be cheap.

Moreover, the owner of the manor just placed them casually in the garage. Han Bin could not imagine how expensive it would be if he accidentally drove his car and hit several display cabinets.

Sure enough, rich people are all crazy.

Han Bin also noticed later that the collections in the display cabinets seemed to be related to the myths and legends of different civilizations.

For example, there is a Sabotei in the display cabinet on his left. Han Bin read the introduction below and said that this is a kind of burial object used by the ancient Egyptians when they were buried. There will be spells engraved on the body and legs to make it a deceased person. Servant in Hades.

The display cabinet on his right displays a jade-handled magical sword. Judging from the talisman on the hilt, it belongs to Taoism.

When Han Bin saw this jade-handled magic sword, he suddenly thought of something. He took out his mobile phone and took a photo of it. He wanted to send it to the bureau for investigation to see if this would constitute the crime of reselling cultural relics.

But soon he discovered that his cell phone had no signal.