Lian Xiaomin's trip to the police station to rescue people was very fast, only half an hour. Looking at her watch, it was around 12:30 in the morning.
I was thinking, how can I know where Cai Wu lives?
Oh right! Let’s go to the black market, maybe that big dragon knows it. We are all locals in this business, so we all know each other’s background.
If you really can't find out, then go directly to the Material Bureau tomorrow and start from the one with the surname Miao.
Having made up her mind, she took out a 26-meter bicycle from the space, rode it, and left quickly.
She had been to the black market near the cannery before, thinking back to when she first came to the county, she had just come through.
I was malnourished and very short, so I couldn't even ride a bicycle. I had to rely on my two legs to go everywhere, and it was so tiring.
However, this also helped me to find the way much more clearly, and this time I found the place easily based on my memory.
The black market near the cannery was actually an abandoned warehouse compound of a fertilizer plant. She didn't know about it when she first came here, but later she heard about it from Sun Xuefeng.
Before leaving, I would find a secluded alley, put my bicycle into a space, and then take out a backpack and carry it on my back.
There weren't too many things in there, and she wasn't really here to ship the goods. She just went in as a cover.
After leaving the space, he strode towards the entrance of the black market.
As usual, the gatekeeper, a man who looked to be in his twenties, collected two cents as a "seller's entrance fee" before being allowed in.
I remember that the last time I came back, I was wearing a military coat. This time it was summer, the night was cool as water, and it was not stuffy tonight.
Lian Xiaomin walked slowly inside, holding a small flashlight, and sometimes went forward to take a look at what others were selling.
In fact, she was observing to see if there was anyone here who looked like a black market boss.
At this moment, she suddenly noticed two people pulling each other in the corner of the courtyard. Judging from their ages, they looked like a mother and son.
A young boy was protecting a small bag in his hands. He looked to be about twelve years old, about the same age as Ma Cheng.
The little face was so thin that a pointed chin was visible, but the pair of big round eyes were very pretty, but at this moment, tears were sparkling in them.
The woman spoke in a low voice, trying her best to control her emotions and scolding the child in a low voice.
Lian Xiaomin had been releasing her mental power to observe, and once she focused her attention there, she could hear it very clearly.
"Come home with me quickly. Is this a place for a little kid like you? Don't you remember what happened to your father the day before yesterday? Let's go!"
The boy was so anxious that he was about to cry. He tried hard to hold back his tears, and his voice was filled with sobs.
"Mom, if I don't come to the black market to exchange some money, how can I treat my dad's leg? I just need to be careful not to let that bad guy run into me. Besides, Cai Wu can't come here every day..."
The woman frowned, a sad look on her face, but she was trying hard to hold it back, pretending to be strong, and she only wanted to pull the child back.
However, what she didn't know was that this little movement had been noticed by a second-rate guy over there.
Lian Xiaomin noticed that not far away there was a man in his thirties wearing a gray short coat and with shifty eyes, who was staring at the mother and son cautiously.
He even whispered to another short guy next to him: "Xiao Hou, Wang Guangrong's wife is really pretty!"
"… and the bag in her son's arms. The fifth brother wanted to snatch it away the day before yesterday. The Wang guy is really stubborn. He refused to let go even after he knocked the man down. If it weren't for Dalong who came forward and calmed the situation down…"
The short man named Xiao Hou was dark-skinned, like a burnt potato, and his little eyes were bright.
"Guo Luzi, what's the good stuff in that bundle? How about we... Hey, you keep the person and I keep the stuff, how about that? Let's avoid the dragon later and then we can take action!"
Guo Luzi smiled slyly and nodded slightly.
"In the bundle are gold ingots from the Qing Dynasty. Have you ever seen them? This is not ordinary gold. It is an antique. This thing is very risky! It is a feudal, capitalist, and revisionist thing!"
"...He wanted to sell it for more money to buy flour for his sick little girl. I heard everything. I can't give you everything. No matter how much, we will split it in half!"
When the black potato Xiao Hou heard this, his mouth almost drooled and he nodded vigorously in agreement.
At this time, the mother and son over there had already walked out.
The woman whispered to her son again: "How did you get in? Where did you get the two cents?"
The boy pursed his lips and whispered, "Brother Jindou didn't ask me for money. He knew I didn't have any money either."
She just said that she went in to look for her child and didn't give any money. When she left, she gestured to the other person to prove that she didn't buy or sell anything, and then she quickly left with the boy.
Seeing that the two dark shadows had followed him out, Lian Xiaomin also quietly walked towards the door.
Alas, there is no way to ignore it if we encounter it, and these two scoundrels seem to be familiar with Cai Wu.
Since we haven’t found the big dragon yet, let’s interrogate these two first.
Seeing that the two men were quite good at pretending, they were afraid that the people at the door would notice that they were following the mother and son in front of them. They deliberately carried the coarse grains they had just exchanged in their hands and walked out staggeringly.
It looks like they have changed things and gone back.
No matter what, sometimes if the people in the black market are a little more righteous, they will still intervene when they see the robbers disrupting the "order" here.
He often hangs around in the black market, so he has a rough idea of who the second-rate guys in this area are like.
In this way, the three groups of people went out of the door. While the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind. Lian Xiaomin stared at the people in front and followed them.
They hadn't walked far, just past two street corners, when the two scoundrels made eye contact with each other and were about to attack.
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