at night.
A figure walked by somewhere in the Jing family's mansion, and the moonlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making this figure look a little scary.
When he walked, he moved very lightly, without shoes on his feet, and his movements were very careful.
With a "squeak", a door was gently pushed open, and a figure flashed out of the room. After looking around, he tiptoed out to his residence.
The corridor of the Jing family mansion is very long, connecting the various buildings inside.
A gust of wind blew, and the man trembled while holding the things in his hands. It was still January and it was freezing cold, and it was torture to have bare feet on the cold floor. However, he had no choice but to take risks.
With a snap, he didn't know what he tripped over and made a sound.
By the moonlight, he looked down and saw that it was a vase.
This vase is not big, only half the length of an adult's arm. Under the slender neck is a round body with some patterns painted on it. He couldn't see clearly, but he suddenly felt a burst of cold sweat break out.
Isn't this vase the one he secretly took and sold? How come here
His whole body became tense, and he looked around nervously, but he didn't find anyone.
He hurriedly started running to his room, but just as he ran to the door, he found that the lights in the room were on.
The next moment, the door was opened and the butler came out.
"Old Zhao, where have you been so late?" the housekeeper asked standing at the door.
The servant, Old Zhao, opened his eyes wide in astonishment, "I, I will walk around casually."
"Walk around casually?" The butler laughed and walked up to him, "What are you holding in your hand?"
Old Zhao subconsciously hugged the things tightly, trying to cover up: "It's nothing, nothing..."
The butler didn't talk to him, and sneered, "Old Zhao, is this how you repay the master after you have been in the Jing family for so many years?"
Old Zhao took a step back and smiled dryly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
The butler didn't have the heart to talk to him, it was freezing cold, and he ran out with the door and heater on, "Old Zhao, I've found out about you a long time ago, so come in and talk about it."
A trace of surprise flashed across Old Zhao Cangsang's face, but soon he showed a helpless and fearful expression, and followed into the room.
The servants of the Jing family have a special room to live in, and Lao Zhao also has his own room here, which is not too big, only about forty square meters. The inside was fairly clean, and the butler sat on a chair, watching him take out a vase that was packed in a bag, and carefully put it on the table.
With guilt and remorse on Old Zhao's face, he pleaded with a mournful face: "Housekeeper, please don't report on me, I really can't help it."
The butler raised his eyebrows, "Why do you want to steal?"
Old Zhao sighed, and said: "I was cheated into gambling before and lost hundreds of thousands. I couldn't afford it, so I had to borrow usury, and now I owe more than one million in interest. I don't have that much money." Money, those dunning people are going to hurt my family. My wife is not in good health, and my child is in school, but I can't bear such a torment... Housekeeper, please help me, I really don't want to steal, I No way, I have no money to pay back... I know I shouldn't gamble, but it's too late, too late!"
The housekeeper cried after seeing him explaining in a few words, but didn't say anything. After a long silence, he said, "If I don't report you this time, what are you going to do in the future?"
(end of this chapter)