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After getting the tea leaves from Sun Maochai, Jiang Feng felt uncomfortable all over, as if there was no right place to put them. He was afraid to leave them in the vestibule, fearing a thief might spot them and take them easily during the night. Placing them on the tea table was equally worrisome; a thief could casually snatch them away if noticed. Hiding them solemnly inside a cabinet was no solution either—should a burglar rifle through his belongings, they would discover its value and take it for sure. In short, he was afraid of thieves breaking in at night.
Jiang Feng almost wished he could sleep with the two cans of tea leaves in his arms.
Even though he had seen much of the world and still owed Professor Li several hundred million yuan that he hadn't paid back, in theory, he shouldn't be so worried and frightened over tea leaves worth just a couple of hundred thousand yuan.
But that was just in theory.
