Chapter 87 Picked up a box of 'flour'
Moving is not a trivial matter. Wen Jianfeng and his colleagues discussed for almost an hour but still could not decide whether to move.
Xia Xiaoman and Chen Guangli had agreed to repair the car at 10 o'clock. Seeing that the time was almost up, Xia Xiaoman stood up and said goodbye. Others also had to go downstairs to get water, so the meeting was temporarily suspended.
Riding a bicycle to a remote abandoned factory, Xia Xiaoman looked around and saw no one. Just as he was about to take out the pickup truck from the space, he suddenly heard a faint whimpering sound.
Xia Xiaoman's heart tightened, and he quickly took out his axe and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to where the sound came from.
After listening for half a minute, Xia Xiaoman locked the direction and tiptoed carefully towards the factory.
I peeked inside the factory building a few times. It was pitch black inside, and I couldn't see any signs of human activity, but the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. This meant that someone was injured or dead inside.
Adhering to the principle that less trouble is worse than more, Xia Xiaoman decided to leave this place of trouble.
As I turned around, I saw two SUVs speeding towards me from a distance.
Xia Xiaoman cursed his bad luck under his breath, put away his bicycle, and slipped into the factory just before the car lights shone on him.
After walking a few steps inside, Xia Xiaoman stepped on something and almost fell to the ground.
"Um, ahem, help... help me..."
A weak voice came from under her feet. Xia Xiaoman looked down and saw a man with blood in his mouth looking at her for help.
The man had two gunshot wounds on his chest, and it was obvious that he was not going to live long.
Xia Xiaoman thought for two seconds and helped him up. "Where is the exit of this factory? Two cars have come to the main entrance and we can't leave."
The man pointed in a direction with a weak breath, "Behind...behind...the toilet window..."
As Xia Xiaoman was about to leave the man behind and run away, he heard the other party say, "Take...take...the box..."
"What box?" Xia Xiaoman asked.
The man said nothing, but raised his hand with difficulty to point at an overturned table.
The sound of a car outside the door was getting closer. Xia Xiaoman left the man and ran to the table in two or three steps and lifted it up.
There was nothing under the table. Just when she thought the man was playing tricks on her, she discovered that something was wrong with the soil in the middle.
She rubbed the dirt on it with her feet, and soon a suitcase shell appeared in front of her.
If something can be hidden so tightly and taken away at all costs, you can tell with your toes that it must be a good thing.
Xia Xiaoman's eyes lit up. He let go of the table, used both hands to dig up the soil near the suitcase, grabbed the handle and pulled the suitcase up with force.
"Is there anything else you want to take away?" Xia Xiaoman asked.
The man shook his head slowly, "No...no more, let's go..."
"Okay, the suitcase is too heavy. I'll throw it out first and come back to save you later." After saying this, Xia Xiaoman took the suitcase to the toilet without looking back.
The man watched Xia Xiaoman abandon him and run away, his eyes almost popped out of his head. He struggled to get up using his hands and feet, but failed after crawling three times.
At the same time, outside the factory, there were sounds of cars stopping and people talking.
Despair gradually filled the man's eyes. Just when he thought he was dead, Xia Xiaoman suddenly ran out, grabbed his arm and dragged him into the bathroom, opened the window, and threw him out like a sack.
Then Xia Xiaoman jumped out of the window, took out a piece of cloth from her bag and blindfolded the man, then took out a bicycle from the space, carried the man to the back seat, and then rode away quickly.
The road behind was full of potholes. Xia Xiaoman rode for more than ten minutes to reach the highway, found a secluded place to put the man down, and then took out the box from the space and placed it next to the man.
Immediately afterwards, Xia Xiaoman put on a mask and found the patrolling security team. After informing them of the man’s location and situation, he rode away on his bicycle.
Xia Xiaoman was sweating all over and pedaling hard, and the bicycle was almost sparking from her pedaling.
What bad luck! I thought there would be something good in the box, but it turned out to be all flour.
I don't know who is so powerful that he can extract so much "flour" at this time. No matter when you pick up this thing, it is a hot potato.
Xia Xiaoman was not sure whether the man was an undercover agent or someone selling "flour". Anyway, no matter who he was, he should be handed over to the security team.
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Because she had to pick up "flour" on the way, she was delayed for nearly an hour. By the time she arrived at the Mawei Men's Auto Repair Shop in her tattered pickup truck, she was already more than 30 minutes overdue.
When Chen Guangli saw her coming, he said unhappily, "We agreed to meet at 10 o'clock. Why are you here so late? If you don't come soon, we will close."
"I was delayed by something on the road. I'm really sorry. Come on, have a cigarette and take a break." Xia Xiaoman took out two packs of cigarettes from her bag and gave one pack each to Chen Guangli and the man with the ponytail.
When Chen Guangli saw that Xia Xiaoman gave him the Yellow Crane Tower, his expression changed instantly, and he said with a smile: "Oh, I'm so sorry, what happened on the way? Do you need my help?"
"It's not a big deal, it's been fixed." Xia Xiaoman walked to the tire with the flat tire and said, "Brother, can you please help me check if this car can be repaired?"
The ponytailed man walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, frowned and looked at it for a few seconds, "It can be solved by changing the tire, but pickup truck tires are difficult to fix."
For post-disaster reconstruction, vehicles that can be transported, such as pickup trucks, trucks, and vans, are all reused vehicles, and the spare parts related to these vehicles are also in short supply.
Xia Xiaoman said, "As long as it can be repaired, the price is negotiable. It would be better if you could get me a few spare tires."
Chen Guangli clicked his tongue twice, "Little girl, you are too greedy. It's good enough that I can get you one wheel, but you still want a few spare tires."
Xia Xiaoman smiled and said, "Isn't this just in case? If the tire bursts again next time, at least I still have a wheel to change."
"Let me try!" The ponytailed man looked at Xia Xiaoman, "Come to me at this time three days later. I can guarantee that the car will be repaired, but I can't guarantee the spare tire."
Xia Xiaoman made an OK gesture.
The man with the ponytail didn't talk much. After reaching an agreement, he went about his business.
Xia Xiaoman was still thinking about going to the black market, so she chatted with Chen Guangli for a few words to get close to him, then said goodbye and left.
She had asked Chen Guangli during the day, and he knew that the black market lasted from 9pm to 5am the next morning. This time was when the black market was at its busiest.
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