I was a charlatan in India

The captain was extremely excited.

Hey, this time we've come back with a bang, so there's bound to be a reward!

"Unboxing!"

The soldiers untied the ropes in an orderly fashion, preparing to open the box with a sense of ceremony.

They were very in sync, and only drank together when all their teammates had opened the box and there were no more obstacles around it.

"Unboxing!"

Tsk tsk, this will definitely make the captain look good!

They moved in unison, exerting their strength simultaneously.

"open."

"open!"

More than a dozen boxes of stones were neatly stacked in front of everyone!

The entire audience was stunned into complete silence.

"This, this..."

The captain stood frozen in place: "How can this be a stone?!"

All the soldiers were stunned.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

I clearly saw it being packaged! It should have been full of jewels!

But now that the box is open, why is it full of stones?

"This, I..."

The captain was instantly covered in sweat.

Losing seized items is not something that can be denied with a single sentence.

Throughout history, the government has designed comprehensive oversight systems to prevent soldiers from engaging in excessive self-interest.

For example, in Varanasi, different teams are responsible for registration, reporting, and escort.

They operate independently, but supervise each other.

Even if one were to be greedy, it would only be when all three parties were present, taking only a small amount to ensure that the remaining amount could be accounted for to the superiors, and perhaps even keeping more.

After all, besides them, who else involved wouldn't want to make a quick buck?

Once the dirty portions have been divided on-site, no one will touch the remaining portions.

A steady, continuous flow—that's sustainable development...

The two teams responsible for registration and submission should have already returned to their respective departments, as they were able to work without any burdens.

In other words, the amount to be paid for this shipment is basically settled now.

If they can't produce it, then it's been left in the hands of his escorts.

If the goods are scarce, it's fine; at most, everyone can chip in and endure a period of hardship to make up for the shortfall.

After all, there will be plenty of opportunities to make money in the future; keeping your position is the most important thing.

But these are Dana's goods!

Even if you sold them all, it wouldn't be enough to make up for it!

"Tell me, where did the goods go?"

The officer did not fly into a rage; he spoke slowly and gently.

"Since you brought this box back, you must be planning to keep your job. So, you just need to talk to me about the distribution of your assets."

"I know that the brothers are all having difficulties at home. If the amount needed is not too large, I may be able to help you out a little."

He had no choice but to do it.

The courtyard is now full of this team.

If the other party feels hopeless and takes a desperate gamble, then it will be very difficult to deal with them.

His line of thinking is clearly reasonable, but things are often not as logical as thought.

This attempt at reassurance clearly failed to work.

Because the escorting team members genuinely had no idea where the goods had gone.

That promise of a little more or less time to get things done sounds like a death knell.

Once the goods are lost, they will have no choice but to...

The captain's eyes flickered as he considered the situation. No matter what, he felt there was no hope of escaping.

Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well fight for a way to survive!

"Sir, I'm so sorry!"

He stepped forward first, forcefully covering his superior's mouth, then lowered his voice and spoke to his subordinates.

"What are you standing there for! Can we afford to lose so much stock?"

"Kidnap him!"

Soon, a sedan chair arrived at the city gate.

"Halt! What... sir!"

"Okay, I'm going out to take care of something."

The officer lifted the curtain and nodded slowly in acknowledgment.

"What are you standing there for? Let them through, let them through!"

"Sir, please, please come in quickly..."

Inside the sedan chair, the captain held his superior officer at bay with a short sword and led his men out of the city safely.

"Hmm...you mean, the security team colluded with the border control to run off with the money?"

Surrey lay sprawled on the large chaise lounge, looking incredibly comfortable.

But after hearing his subordinate's report, he still sat up.

what?

Did all of Dana's goods turn into stones?

impossible!

According to the registered and submitted list, there are dozens of truckloads of goods. Even if you only had steamed buns, it would take you several days to eat them!

"...Yes, yes."

The subordinate's tone was also hesitant, fearing that the young master might implicate him in a fit of anger.

He was just a messenger; he didn't even receive a single gem as a reward!

Surya did not actually fly into a rage.

The worst thing about losing treasure is the petty skimming and exploitation at every turn.

If half a percent is missing here, and a few percent is missing there, investigating anyone would only result in petty corruption, and it's impossible to cut off the entire chain.

In cases of widespread disappearances, it is actually easier to investigate.

After all, treasure can't just vanish into thin air!

How far can a convoy carrying so much treasure go?

So, I was only shocked when I first heard about it.

Once he had sorted out his thoughts, all he had to do was wait for his subordinates to report further. As for the subsequent investigation, arrest, and recapture, those were not his responsibilities.

However, this means the jewelry will likely be even smaller.

Wealth is like a piece of fatty meat; everyone who handles it will inevitably rub off a layer of oil.

Of course, you can only apply some oil or water.

If you were to make a cut directly, anyone could see it.

Only such lowly soldiers would be blinded by greed and steal everything.

You dare to make my money shrink? Just wait, once you're caught, you'll be sorry!

He waved his hand: "Go down, whoever is responsible for the normal handover can go."

"Yes."

The subordinate breathed a slight sigh of relief, at least he had passed this hurdle.

"Oh, by the way, tell An Shu to come over."

When faced with trouble, Surrey instinctively thought of this super useful curly-haired chubby guy.

Recently, Anshu has been spending all her time working on repairing the factory.

To be honest, he didn't see any real output, except for the wailing that was almost brainwashing him.

"Yohoohoo!"

Furthermore, the ascetic workers had gradually come to accept the pain, and some even found some pleasure in it.

He witnessed a guy, in excruciating pain with tears streaming down his face, giving a dazed, silly grin at his bruised legs.

This sent a chill down Anshu's spine.

Clearly, these guys have not only become physically accustomed to the pain, but they've also begun to become mentally numb.

With the promise of a prize for winning the ball game, the output of this arduous repair factory has risen accordingly.

You know, there are still too many McDonald's guys.

A famous saying from later generations goes: Since you can't resist, you might as well lie down and enjoy it.

Moreover, these locals are already quite eccentric.

He did consider trying it himself to understand the underlying principles.

However, An Shu quickly dismissed this thought.

Just kidding, he's not brain-dead.

Although she had heard rumors of ascetic practices, An Shu had never actually met anyone who had truly transcended the ordinary and attained sainthood.

Those who hold high positions are almost all pampered and live a life of luxury.

If arduous cultivation yielded results so easily, the power structure would not be what it is today.

In An Shu's view, the whole "asceticism and blessing" thing was just something the big shots made up to make the lower classes expend their excessive energy and reduce their means of rebellion.

He still felt that Surya had been fooled.

At this moment, Surya's men approached and spoke politely.

"Young Master Anshu, Young Master Suliye asked me to pass on a message: if you have time, please come to our home for a chat."

"it is good."

An Shu shifted her gaze from the group of innocent victims and followed the servants onto the platform.

Before Anshu arrived, the young master Surya, who had extended the invitation, had already prepared the lingam and inquired about his lord.

"Heavens, can you tell me who stole the money?"

"If I had known, I would have broken all three of his legs!"

Recently, he has been quite proud of his linga.