131: Chapter 132 One Million Points
The desire for freedom ultimately outweighed the fear; once the first person went out, a second person followed.
A group of beautiful women in miniskirts escaped the mine under An Xin's escort.
Liang Anfeng also brought out ten children.
She had checked the secret passage and found that it did not connect.
"The people have all been brought out. I checked carefully, and there's nowhere left to hide anyone. We also caught a lackey and interrogated him; other than the secret cave you rescued people from, there are no other places in the mining area to hide anyone."
The police's job of arresting the criminals was made easier since the victims had already been rescued, and the escape routes were all sealed. Half an hour later, the human trafficker's den was completely wiped out by the police.
An Xin and his group went to the police station to give their statements. Liang Anfeng embellished her heroic deeds while retelling them, and after she finished, she didn't forget to ask the police officer for a reward.
Liang Anfeng liked acting bravely for a just cause, but that didn't stop her from loving money.
The police officer readily agreed to file an application for Liang Anfeng.
Coming out of the police station, Liang Anfeng was as happy as a five-hundred-pound fat man.
An Xin was also in a very good mood.
[Congratulations to the Host for completing the mission. Three million system points have been credited.]
"Brother An, we're rich! These three ringleaders are all top-level wanted criminals. The accumulated reward is ten million."
As the two were chatting about their haul, An Xin's steps suddenly stopped.
An Xin felt someone staring at his back.
Turning around, he saw Qiao Xixi, who had just come out of the police station.
Qiao Xixi's cheeks, which had been iced, were no longer swollen.
She looked at An Xin and bowed to him.
If it hadn't been for this man appearing in time, she would have been ruined by that scum Wu Haonan.
"Live well."
An Xin's simple four words gave Qiao Xixi the motivation to keep living.
By the time they left the police station, it was already eleven o'clock at night.
The guest cruise ship for Heavenly Craft had already stopped running.
Fortunately, An Xin had the status of a shareholder and could summon a private cruise ship.
The Qingshan Lake at night was beautifully tranquil.
The cruise ship drifted for an hour before slowly docking.
At this hour, Tiangong Island possessed a different kind of beauty, with bright lights twinkling like a street market in the sky.
The craftsmen who had finished their shifts were warming wine and tasting food in the pavilions, their laughter echoing through the bamboo forest.
The craftsmen here all knew about An Xin's status as a shareholder.
Those who noticed An Xin invited him to sit and have a drink, but An Xin politely declined.
An Xin walked along the bamboo path until he arrived at Ruyan Hall.
With three days left until the Paris Fashion Show, he had come over today mainly to inspect the clothes.
An Xin rang the wind chime hanging outside the hall, and Caiyun, hearing the sound, rushed out from inside to receive the guest.
"Mr. An, why are you here?"
"I've come to see how the galaxy cloud brocade is coming along."
"The clothes are finished and are in the studio. Master Yun Yan hasn't closed her eyes for three days, and she likely fell asleep at the workbench. Please, Mr. An, walk softly so as not to disturb Master's rest."
"Alright, thank you for your hard work."
Caiyun led An Xin to the changing room and asked him to wait there for a moment.
Before long, Caiyun walked in holding a tray with the clothes.
"Sir, your clothes."
Caiyun placed the clothes on the table, took the initiative to step out, closed the door, and stood guard quietly outside.
The style of the galaxy cloud brocade was a modified version of traditional han chinese clothing. When worn by An Xin, his entire aura took on an ethereal quality.
It truly is golden cicada cloud silk; the texture is high-end.
Wearing the clothes felt weightless, as if wrapped in clouds.
An Xin looked at himself in the mirror and was very satisfied with Yun Yan's craftsmanship.
He now had complete confidence in the upcoming Paris Fashion Show.
His Mingyue Pavilion could become even more famous.
An Xin looked at himself in the mirror for a while, and just as he was about to go back to the changing room to take off the galaxy cloud brocade, he heard Yun Yan's gentle voice from outside.
"Mr. An, could you wear it for a little longer? I want to see how the galaxy cloud brocade looks on you."
Yun Yan's breathing was somewhat weak.
It was evident how difficult the production of this garment had been.
An Xin had no reason to refuse Yun Yan's small request, so he opened the door.
Seeing the galaxy cloud brocade perfectly fitting An Xin's body lines, Yun Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's great, the dimensions of the clothes are correct. The patterns and stitching are also in the right places."
After exhaling, Yun Yan's eyelids grew heavy, and her body began to fall backward. An Xin was quick to catch her waist and supported her as she sat down in the room.
Caiyun was terrified by this scene.
"Mr. An, what's wrong with Master?"
"Deficiency of qi and blood, illness caused by overwork. Go and prepare a pack of silver needles and some clean ginger for me."
Caiyun rushed out and brought back the items An Xin needed.
An Xin placed a slice of ginger in Yun Yan's mouth, skillfully sterilized the silver needles with fire, and inserted them quickly, accurately, and firmly.
The unconscious Yun Yan slowly opened her eyes, and the red blood streaks in the whites of her eyes had diminished significantly.
Her pale cheeks regained their color.
"What happened to me?"
"Illness caused by overwork. Don't work for a while; rest properly for a month. I'll prescribe some tonic for you."
Yun Yan did not like taking medicine.
"Can I not take it?"
"Then I'll write a prescription and change it to food therapy, though it will be slower to take effect."
"Slower is fine; I'm not in a hurry."
"Alright."
An Xin wrote down the medicinal diet prescription for Yun Yan and urged her to eat on time before leaving.
After leaving Yun Yan's hall, An Xin went to another residence to pick up a mask.
Li Mei was quite happy to see An Xin. She happily opened the shop door and pulled An Xin inside.
"Mr. An, you've become more handsome. This clothing is Yun Yan's craftsmanship, right?"
"Yes. Is the mask ready?"
"It's been ready for a long time; I've been waiting for you to come and pick it up."
Li Mei took a wooden box out of the safe and handed it to An Xin.
An Xin opened the box, revealing a silver carved mask.
The clivia flower was carved vividly, looking elegant and noble.
An Xin put on the mask, and Li Mei hurriedly brought a mirror.
Looking at himself in the mirror, An Xin was very satisfied; with this, he wouldn't have to worry about his identity being exposed.
"Besides this mask, do you have any human-skin masks for disguise?"
An Xin was going to Paris to attend the fashion show, and he didn't want to expose his true appearance in the dressing room.
"Then you've asked the right person; I happen to have that. Wait here, I'll get it for you."
An Xin waited in the lobby for half an hour, and Li Mei walked out dragging a large suitcase.
"I only need one."
"This is full of human-skin masks I've made; you can pick a couple more. I can give you a discount."
An Xin helplessly walked to the large wooden box and opened it.
The key turned with a click, and the box automatically unfolded into four display walls.
One wall was hung with sixteen human-skin masks.
There were skin covers for the elderly, children, women, youth, middle-aged, and the aged.
An Xin chose a middle-aged mask with Chinese features.
The world-weary look of this mask was very similar to his past life.
An Xin tried it on his face, but it didn't fit very well.
"This needs a little secondary processing; it won't take long. If you're sure you want it, I'll resize it for you right now."
"I'm sure. How much?"
"The cost of a human-skin mask is quite high; fifty thousand each."
An Xin didn't even blink and transferred fifty thousand yuan to Li Mei immediately.