The money pit was practically a bottomless hole.
Even though he was fairly well-off now, the cash flow on his accounts was nowhere near enough to plug the gaps.
Whatever these items in front of him could fetch, he would take.
Watching Fang Cheng unceremoniously stuffing gold bars into his arms, Cheng Jiashu's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.
Then he stepped forward to help, picking up the gold bars and antiques scattered through the ruins one by one, piling them together on a relatively flat patch of ground at the main hall entrance, planning to take them all away when they left later.
Just as Fang Cheng found another dust-covered wooden box behind a broken wall, Cheng Jiashu's voice came from behind:
"Fang Cheng, come over and look at this!"
His tone was excited, tinged with barely suppressed thrill.
Fang Cheng immediately put down the wooden box and turned to walk over.
