Lian Xiaomin did another quick sprint, and had to make sure her feet were very light and made as little noise as possible.
Finally, he ran back to the high wall, took out the flying claw chain, threw it over the top of the wall, grabbed the chain with one hand, rubbed it a few times, climbed up the wall, and jumped out of the wall.
He put away the chain, and forget it, he couldn't ride the bike anymore, so he put everything into the space and ran out with Zhang Ziguang on his back.
She used her mental power to discover that many police officers had already arrived at the warehouse yard, and there were many people standing inside and outside.
After all, there were a series of machine gun noises, and twenty minutes had passed. How could they not attract help?
More than fifty meters away from there, Lian Xiaomin gently placed the person on his back on the side of the road and sat on the ground leaning against a big tree.
Although it was almost 9:30 in the evening, there were still a few people walking around near the warehouse compound where the accident occurred.
With such a big commotion, how could there not be a few people watching the fun?
Many people living in the family compound came out of their homes and pointed at that place and talked about it under the street lights.
Lian Xiaomin called out to an old man passing by: "Uncle, look, there is a comrade over there who wants to find the police. He seems to be injured."
The old man is in his fifties and looks like a working-class comrade.
He saw a little girl wearing a mask talking to him. He followed the direction of her finger and saw a man leaning against a big tree, so he hurried over.
If it were someone else, he might have thought too much about it, but it was just a little girl asking him to go and help, what else could he do?
"Comrade, wake up. What happened to you? Are you going to report it to the police?... Hey, isn't this Engineer Zhang who came to our factory to give us instructions?"
As they heard him speaking loudly, two young men came over.
Zhang Ziguang regained consciousness and whispered, "There are spies trying to catch me. Report to the police..."
The uncle approached and heard it, his eyes widened immediately, and he quickly protected Zhang Ziguang and said to his two apprentices beside him: "Daming, Qiangzi, you two go over there and find the police!"
"Hey, Master, we're going right away!"
The two young men ran over there and reported to the police. Lian Xiaomin finished her work and left without a care, hiding her merit and fame, and quickly slipped away quietly.
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It was not until she finally rode her bicycle and found the yard of Qu Lidong on Jiankang Road that she wiped the sweat from her head and knocked on the door gently.
There is unrest in Nanjing tonight. The enemy spies' guns have been fired. The whole city will definitely be on high alert. I hope it won't affect her transaction.
The door was quickly opened, and under the moonlight, a young man who was less than twenty years old came out to open the door.
Lian Xiaomin took the initiative to say, "Is this Qu Lidong? Xiao Hong asked me to come."
The other party showed a happy expression and nodded: "It's Xiao Ma, please come in, I am Qu Lidong's third brother, you can just call me Limin."
The two of them entered the east room, where two candles were lit, making it quite bright. There were four people sitting there, and it seemed they were all waiting there.
A man in his thirties came forward first.
"Hello, Xiao Ma. I'm Qu Lidong, Hong Nantian's eldest cousin. Did you have any luck on the way here? I think there was a gunshot just now, and I was worried."
Qu Lidong was about 1.78 meters tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He asked Lian Xiaomin to sit at the table and personally poured her a cup of tea.
The room was not small. There were five of them in total, plus Lian Xiaomin, making it six in total. It wasn't crowded at all.
"That burst of gunfire was the police catching a spy. It seems they have caught him. I did pass by that area. It should be fine now."
After she sat down, she took out a piece of paper from her bag, on which was written the food that could be given and the approximate quantity, to see how much Qu Lidong could eat.
The price is also based on Hong Nantian’s lowest price. In addition to food, there are also some other supplies, such as cloth, watches, and cotton.
Qu Lidong took it and looked at it carefully. He was very excited. Xiao Hong was right. This was a rare opportunity.
He made good use of his time today and collected a lot of large and small yellow croakers, surely hoping to get more.
Supplies are hard to come by. When have you ever seen such abundant supplies? Who would I be sorry for not taking them?
"Xiao Ma, I can eat all the quantities you wrote!"
Nanjing is also a big place. It was the capital during the Republic of China period and had a large population, so digesting all this food was not a problem.
Finally, they agreed on: 50,000 kilograms of rice and flour each, 80,000 kilograms of cornmeal, and 10,000 kilograms of soybeans. These were the same amounts that the Shanghai market offered to Xiaohong.
On this basis, add another 10,000 kilograms of millet.
The situation was similar with the fabrics, four hundred rolls of various colored pure cotton fabrics, including quite a few floral fabrics, two hundred rolls of Dacron fabrics, and no woolen fabrics.
In addition, he gave Qu Lidong a watch for two hundred yuan, some extra cotton, and two thousand kilograms.
The total value is 266,000 yuan.
After calculating the accounts, Lian Xiaomin asked her to give her the location and key of the warehouse and ask her to transport the goods there now. She would then go and take inventory three hours later.
Qu Lidong thought to himself, this is a really capable person. He wrote down the three prepared locations on a piece of paper and handed it to the other party along with the key.
"Xiao Ma, in three hours, I will meet you at the warehouse in the south of the city with the gold and the old items you want. Thank you for your hard work!"
"Okay, see you later then. I'll go make the arrangements."
After saying that, she walked out of the house, pushed her bicycle and walked out.
The three places on the paper are not together, and the ones chosen are all relatively remote places.
Nanjing City is not small, so she went to the north of the city first. There were two locations there where most of the food was stored.
Finally, I rode south and arrived at the warehouse in the south of the city.
Qu Lidong is very good at choosing places. This abandoned warehouse might be what was left behind after a factory moved away. He was able to make use of it and the place is very spacious.
Lian Xiaomin released the remaining 50,000 kilograms of cornmeal, a total of 500 bags, and all the cloth and cotton at the last place.
The watches were packed into two large bags and placed on the floor.
After thinking about it, I decided to give him something for free.
By the way, last time I sorted out a container of imported canned beef, it was in an iron box, and the mark had been "brushed off" by the space, leaving only the iron box.
Take out fifty cans and give them to Qu Lidong.
There were also fifty bottles of glass wine that had been given to Xiaohong, which were placed on the ground.
After locking the warehouse door, she left for the time being. She had to come back at one o'clock in the morning to collect the money.
He pushed the cart for more than two hundred meters, found a secluded alley, and slipped into the space to rest.
Qu Lidong was also busy. Two and a half hours later, he asked his younger brother and his three most reliable younger brothers to take a few people to various warehouses to count the supplies.
He has more than just these four men. He has sixteen or seventeen younger brothers. They are divided into three groups to count the numbers and report the counted figures to the south of the city.
Qu Lidong waited directly in the warehouse in the south of the city. After counting, he found that there was no problem. He just waited for Xiao Ma to come and settle the bill.
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