Burning down my ex-husband's house! I won't raise these bastard children anymore

Chapter 271 Don’t Think It’s Easy

Deng Jun shouted, "I'm planning to invest over a million this time. Just wait and see!"

Lin Panpan waved her hand and said, "Then I wish Boss Deng great fortune. Zhang Xiang, let's go!"

After they left, Zhou Erpao cursed, "What a fickle woman! There are so many men around her. No wonder she doesn't want to go back!"

Deng Jun sneered, "Let's see how long she can continue to be so arrogant."

Zhou Erpao just wanted to suppress Lin Panpan so that she would have nothing left and could return to the Zhou family.

Lin Panpan sneered, "This Deng Jun won't give up until he achieves his goal!"

Zhang Xiang said helplessly, "Isn't that right? The key is that he has someone above him."

Lin Panpan sneered, "What is there for anyone to be afraid of? As long as he has no money, he won't have time to bother with us."

By the next day, Ren Guangming and Tang Jun had found out everything they needed to know.

Deng Jun was a well-known figure in the city, known as "the coal boss." It wasn't difficult to find out more about him, given his high profile and his wealth.

He bought an extremely spacious mansion in the most prosperous area of ​​the city. The house was extraordinary and the location was conspicuous, making it easy to find. People passing by could not help but cast envious glances at him.

As for his coal mine, it was also investigated thoroughly.

What is shocking is that Deng Jun actually owns two coal mines, one large and one small. The two mines are not far apart, and the coal produced continuously provides him with huge wealth.

Ren Guangming looked at Lin Panpan and said:

"Boss, you don't want to take the coal from his mine, do you?

There's no point in pulling it back. It's a waste of effort. What can we do with all this coal?"

Lin Panpan looked at Ren Guangming slowly and asked:

"How can a coal mine be useless? All this coal is precious!

The demand for coal in the market has remained high. We can bring the coal back, integrate it a little, and then sell it to surrounding factories and power plants at a reasonable price.

Not only can it solve their urgent fuel needs, but it can also bring us huge profits.

It's also good for personal use. Let's go to Deng's house tonight."

If the Deng family doesn't let her live, then Lin Panpan won't let him live either. Don't even think about having an easy life.

It was not until the evening that Lin Panpan brought a group of people into Deng's house.

At first glance, the exterior of the villa appears to be in traditional Chinese style, with black tiles, white walls, and flying eaves and brackets. However, when you get closer, you will see that the brackets are painted with gold and colorful patterns, which are very gaudy.

The gate is made of thick solid wood, and the copper door knocker on it is polished to a bright shine and carved with exaggerated and complex auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes.

Stepping into the house, the floor of the entrance hall was paved with large pieces of white marble. The crystal chandelier above the head was a bit ridiculously large, and the crystal beads were huge, reflecting a dazzling light.

At the entrance is a set of large leather sofas, the leather is shiny and eye-catching red, and several antique display cabinets made of top-grade huanghuali wood are particularly eye-catching.

The unique texture of huanghuali wood is faintly visible under the light, and the shapes of Tang Sancai horses, camels, etc. are placed randomly and squeezed together with Ru kiln porcelain.

Zhang Xiang stepped into the villa, his eyes swept across the scene inside, he couldn't help but sneered, and said with a mocking face:

"What on earth was Deng Jun thinking? He decorated the house like this. It's neither Western nor appropriate. It's a complete mess!

At first glance, he seems quite wealthy, but his taste, well, I really can’t praise him.”

He walked over to a set of Chinese-style armchairs, reached out and touched the exquisitely carved armrests, and then said, "Look at these chairs. They are genuine old Chinese items with impeccable workmanship. But look at this thing next to them."

He pointed to the European-style floor lamp placed next to the armchair and said, "This combination is simply ridiculous and too incongruous."

Lin Panpan nodded lightly, frowned slightly, and agreed:

"Indeed, as soon as you come in, you'll see Chinese style everywhere, like the huanghuali wood furniture, antique display cases, and the carved beams and painted buildings. Everywhere exudes a Chinese charm.

But then I looked at the paintings on the wall, like Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" and Monet's "Water Lilies." They were all Western paintings that didn't fit in with this Chinese environment and were really awkward to look at.

Zhang Xiang couldn't help but shake his head. "This Deng Jun probably just wants to pile up all his valuables in this room, not caring whether it matches or not. It's really disgusting to see."

Lin Panpan sighed softly, and her eyes swept around the room again and said:

"Okay, why bother with how others decorate?

What's wrong with people putting all their valuables in the living room? Let's hurry up!"

Today they found out that Deng Jun went to his old lover's place. Deng Jun married He Hua just to have her give birth to a son for him, but he didn't treat her as a human being at all.

He Hua just married into the Deng family, and life is so difficult now!

Lin Panpan took a look at the living room. It was decorated quite luxuriously, but there was nothing of real value in it.

Especially the antiques on the display cabinets, they are all fake, and the paintings on the wall are all fake too.

Although Lin Panpan was not proficient in these things, she could understand them at a glance.

She went straight to the second floor, where Deng Jun had a study. Usually, a study would have large items.

As soon as I opened the door, a rich sandalwood scent hit me in the face.

In the study, bookshelves made of huanghuali wood reach from floor to ceiling, occupying two entire walls, and are filled with hardcover books.

But upon closer inspection, many of the books were in brand new condition, obviously never having been opened and read, and were simply there to show off.

A large mahogany desk was placed in the center of the room. The tabletop was wiped spotlessly clean and on it was placed a set of exquisite four treasures of the study. The pen holder was made of ivory and the inkstone was a precious She inkstone.

Next to the table, there is a shiny leather chair with intricate and exaggerated carvings on the backrest and armrests.

Lin Panpan sneered and said, "Deng Jun's study is really nice..."

These things on the table alone are priceless. She looked at the safe next to it.

In the corner of the room, two safes stood quietly.

This was a common style of safe in 1973. It was made entirely of steel and painted with dark gray rust-proof paint, giving it a dull color.

The door of the box is thick and equipped with a complex mechanical combination lock.

Lin Panpan walked to the safe, took out the lock-picking tool she carried with her from her pocket, carefully inserted it into the keyhole, and began to patiently search for the password.

As time passed, beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, but her hands always operated the tools steadily.

Finally, after some difficult attempts, with a slight "click", the door of the safe slowly opened.

Zhang Xiang, who was standing next to him, was stunned: "Fuck, you can even open the combination lock, are you still human?"