"Bang!"
Xu Liang sat in the chair, ignoring the others from Jinhua, and began to rest with closed eyes.
His mind was constantly pondering the situation.
"This matter probably has nothing to do with Jinhua... Bad luck? If it really was an accident... it might be possible to use it."
"However... this 'accident' itself is rather peculiar."
Xu Liang's eyebrows twitched, as if he was confronted with a very difficult problem.
"Stealing postal stamps..."
"Theft is typically for 'wealth,' stamps are indeed valuable, but the thief went for the worthless ones."
"Even though they took the truck too, they didn't sell it, only wanted those cheap stamps..."
He couldn't quite comprehend what those two petty thieves were aiming to do!
After a long time.
Xu Liang finally opened his eyes and turned to look at Wang Chao beside him, speaking softly in his ear:
"Chao, where did those stolen stamps go last time?"
