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Looking at Liu Yinyan, I always felt that he had something to say to me. This was different from the usual Liu Yinyan, who hardly wanted to say a word. Now, he had sent everyone away.
He laughed heartily, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.
I sensed that what he wanted to say next might be significant.
I remained silent, while Liu Yinyan, somewhat excited, said, "Do you know? An ordinary person might not earn a billion in three lifetimes. But I have tens of billions—tens of billions! But what does that even mean? I don’t know; it’s just a string of numbers in my bank account."
"To be honest," Liu Yinyan waved his cane as if he were back in his youth, full of vigor, "when I first earned one hundred million, I scheduled a withdrawal months in advance and took it all out. One hundred million filled my house. I took the money with a serious expression, but no one knew how ecstatic I was when I got home."
His expression was somewhat fervent: "I went from being a poor rural kid to where I am now. When I arrived in Dongxing City, I had only twenty yuan. But from those twenty yuan, I earned step by step—ten thousand, one hundred thousand, ten million, one hundred million!"
"Money is a wonderful thing!" Liu Yinyan settled back onto the couch. "It can buy everything you want and give you everything you desire."
I frowned as I looked into Liu Yinyan's eyes, which seemed to glisten with tears. I vaguely guessed something and said lightly, "But it can't buy inner peace?"
Upon hearing my words, Liu Yinyan seemed like a robot that had run out of power; he collapsed onto the couch. The eyes of a seventy-year-old man were already clouded over; he looked aged and could truly feel the weight of his fading glory.
He slowly wiped away the tears from his cloudy eyes: "I thought after thirty-five years, this matter would never be known by anyone else. I thought if I just ignored it, I could forget it. But unexpectedly, after thirty-five years, it still has to come out. Officer Wu, you must save my daughter."
He nearly knelt before me.
Liu Yinyan had chosen to selectively forget that memory, but in reality, the more you try to forget something, the more it lingers in your mind. It’s as if it were deeply etched into you with a dagger—something you can never truly forget.
After I left today, Liu Yinyan pondered for an entire day and ultimately decided to bring forth this long-buried past.
I know what Liu Yinyan did after entering the Gold Shop.
Thirty-five years ago, when Liu Yinyan was at a dead end, he arrived at the Gold Shop. He spent a month there, using that time to observe the Boss. After a month, the Boss of the Gold Shop agreed to Liu Yinyan's request.
From that moment on, this matter became the deepest secret between Liu Yinyan and the Gold Shop Owner, forever sealed away.
Two months after Liu Yinyan left, a robber held up the Gold Shop.
The location of the Gold Shop was not particularly remote, but it was also not close to the city center. The robber chose his day wisely; at that time, an inventory check was taking place in the Gold Shop, and most of the staff were not present. It was an evening, and under the glow of the sunset, the jewelry inside the Gold Shop sparkled brilliantly.
After getting out of his vehicle, the robber looked around and saw no one, so he walked inside.
Inside the shop were only the manager and one employee; there were no others. The robber wore a cheap nylon stocking over his head, distorting his face.
He pulled out a homemade pistol from his pocket and shouted in a heavy dialect, "Robbery! Robbery!"
Both the Boss and the employee were startled. The robber threw a nylon bag on the floor with his other hand and yelled, "Hurry up! Put all the gold into this bag! Otherwise, I'll blow your heads off! Move it! I'm not joking! Hurry up!"
The Boss and the employee exchanged glances and slowly began to place gold and jewelry into the bag.
The employee had a clever idea and discreetly pressed down on the silent alarm device hidden under the counter. This device would automatically alert authorities without making a sound. However, something strange happened—the device did not activate. She suddenly remembered that today, the Boss was conducting a test on it, so it was turned off.
The timing of this robber's arrival was uncanny; it seemed as if he had timed it perfectly.
No one dares to joke with their own life; when it comes to life and money, life is always more important.
The robber drove away with a sack full of gold. It was an old, unlicensed van. The Boss stood in front of the clerk, asking with concern, "Are you okay?"
The clerk was touched that her Boss cared so much about her. She replied, "I'm fine, but how much money will you lose because of this robber?"
The Boss shook his head and sighed, "Losing money is one thing; as long as you're safe, that's what matters. Besides, it's not a huge deal. At least we have insurance; we won't lose too much."
The Boss's Gold Shop was insured, and according to the insurance company's contract, he would be compensated for eighty percent of the loss due to such incidents. The robbery happened while the Boss was taking inventory, and with the clerk's help, the insurance claim was quickly processed.
Preliminary estimates indicated that the lost gold had a market value close to one hundred million. The Boss received eighty million, which helped offset his losses.
The insurance company did conduct an investigation, but everything seemed too coincidental. The security guard at the Gold Shop was absent, the alarm system was under maintenance, and the surveillance cameras were also down for repairs—everything lined up in a way that felt eerie. It seemed as if the robber and the Boss had conspired to defraud the insurance company, a thought that crossed the minds of the investigators.
However, it wasn't long before the Murderer was caught. More accurately, it was the Murderer's body that was found.
The robber was a Migrant Worker who had no connection to the Boss of the Gold Shop; they had never crossed paths in life. The robber had previously bought silk stockings in the city, which was recorded on surveillance footage. He had also purchased a homemade gun from the black market, with coworkers who could vouch for him.
The robber had a daughter who was in her teens and unfortunately suffered from Uremia. With no money for treatment, he resorted to robbing the Gold Shop. The timeline matched up perfectly; witnesses and evidence corroborated each other, and the motive aligned as well. Just before his suicide, his daughter tragically passed away at home.
The police concluded that in order to raise money for his daughter’s Uremia treatment, the suspect purchased a homemade pistol on one day and bought silk stockings in the city before executing the robbery at the Gold Shop located three thousand meters away from his construction site. The timing of the robbery was random but coincidentally occurred during a period when security at the Gold Shop was weakest.
After accumulating enough gold jewelry to fill a sack, the robber fled in a white van. Three days later, before he could sell off the stolen gold, his daughter sadly passed away. Unable to bear this blow, he chose to commit suicide by drowning himself.
Two months later, the body of the robber was washed ashore. However, the sack of gold had never been found, until now.
The Gold Shop robbery case has been declared solved, although the gold remains missing.
Ten years ago, the Boss of the Gold Shop passed away at the age of sixty-seven.
Only Liu Yinyan knows what really happened back then.
Now, I am the second person.
I heard a story that I still cannot forget.
Another month passed, and a sum of fifty million was deposited into Liu Yinyan's account. Liu Yinyan invested this fifty million into an internet company, which led to an unstoppable rise, making him one of the most famous venture capitalists.
That money was sent by the Gold Shop Owner to Liu Yinyan; in fact, this whole case was orchestrated by Liu Yinyan himself.
When Liu Yinyan was young, he did all sorts of jobs and even worked on construction sites. During his time on the site, Liu Yinyan met many fellow workers. By the age of thirty-five, he had taught himself economics and finance and left the construction site, while the other workers continued to toil there.
One of those workers was named Ren, who had a daughter suffering from uremia.
One day, Liu Yinyan unexpectedly ran into Ren, who had just come out of the hospital.
Liu Yinyan invited Ren to dinner at a rundown restaurant. Both of them had a bit too much to drink. Ren told Liu Yinyan that his daughter was essentially beyond saving. Ren could only earn so much from bricklaying, but his daughter's hospital and maintenance fees were in the thousands.
He brought his daughter back home, waiting for death.
Yes, waiting for death.
Liu Yinyan was drunk at the time, and he inadvertently said, "Ren Brother, it's not me. Even though I don't have a family or a daughter right now, I can understand how you feel. If I had a daughter, I'd rob a bank just to gather enough money!"
"Rob a bank?" Ren laughed. "Brother, you're drunk. Robbing a bank isn't that easy. Do you think I haven't thought about it before? Let me tell you, it's all nonsense!"
While drinking, Liu Yinyan continued, "Ren Brother, listen to me. If you can't rob a bank, why not target something else? There's a Gold Shop nearby, right? How well can they guard it? If it were me, I'd just throw on a mask and grab a cheap gun and go for it. What's the big deal? Let me tell you, I know that the Gold Shop does inventory at the end of every month; there aren't many people and no security."
"You're drunk," Ren quickly replied.
"What else can I do? Move bricks?" Liu Yinyan scoffed. "If my daughter dies, I might as well jump into the sea."
"You're drunk," Ren repeated.
"Who’s drunk?" Liu Yinyan leaned on the table. "I claim to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk; I can still drink! Whoever tries to hold me back will face my wrath!"
So, Ren booked Liu Yinyan a room at a budget hotel.
Through the window, watching Ren's departing figure, Liu Yinyan suddenly sobered up.
Many times, alcohol doesn’t truly intoxicate; it’s just that people choose to get themselves drunk.
Well, Liu Yinyan was not drunk.
However, Ren was.
Later, Ren found the Gold Shop.
By the end of the month, Ren robbed the Gold Shop.
In reality, the gold he took was nothing but fake; it was merely coated with a thin layer of low-purity gold leaf. Inside, it was just blocks of iron. That sack could fetch a few hundred dollars if sold.
But all of this was Ren's own doing. He bought the gun, and he robbed the Gold Shop. No one had coerced him into this; could he blame Liu Yinyan? Liu Yinyan had merely drunk too much; how could one believe the words spoken at a drinking table?
Ren stood by the sea with a bag of fake gold.
His daughter was still dead, waiting for him.
He no longer wanted to live.
Clutching that bag of fake gold, he jumped into the sea.
Until his last moment, Ren never realized that Liu Yinyan had not encountered him by chance.
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