"Okay, I'll talk, I'll talk."
Song Yining kept watching him. "We often go to the GW meeting in the east of the city, bring some boxes, and go to a haunted courtyard in the suburbs."
It always happens at night. We've been going there frequently over the years. Whenever there's a raid on a house, we're very busy.
There's also the black market business, which is ostensibly run by the Third Young Master, but he basically doesn't get involved behind the scenes.
As for the boxes that were transported there, some of them would be shipped to the Tianjin Gangde Wharf every now and then.
We'll leave once the goods arrive, and the rest will be left to the Third Young Master to handle. We're all marginalized.
Each time it's just a small fee for their work; the real work is done by the Third Young Master behind our backs.
"Are there any other places you know that could be done? Tell me, but don't try anything funny."
The man's eyes darted around, and he was considering whether or not to speak.
Looking at Song Yining, who was recalling the suffering she had just endured, she thought it best to confess!
Anyway, I'm just an insignificant person, so staying alive is the most important thing.
"The Third Young Master should have a lot of boxes in his courtyard in Mao'er Hutong. I once saw them by chance, and Wu Zhong, who was with him, went there."
There's also a courtyard next to a haunted house in the suburbs, with connections on both sides. I discovered this by accident, and very few people know about it.
Every time we brought over a suitcase, some of them would be smuggled over. I only encountered this last time when I had diarrhea and walked around for a while.
You should think about this carefully again, and don't try any tricks. I have plenty of good stuff here.
There's really no one to help me test the drugs, so you'd better think carefully and not forget anything important.
I have no shortage of torturous remedies, but I never tire of using them, and no one has ever escaped my grasp.
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