The crowd immediately surrounded him, bombarding Old Chen with questions.
"Who is this? Did Brother Long tell you to take me there? Is he going to give in to District 55?"
"He didn't take our food to District 55, did he? What are we going to eat then? We can't let Brother Long do this!"
"It's over. You shouldn't have lent him the car. Now we've lost all the food, and we're finished. You know, District 55 has become our sworn enemy. Now our people don't dare to go to District 55 at all."
Old Chen shook his head helplessly: "There shouldn't be any problems, right? It looks like an apology to me. Don't be nervous, everyone. I still have my car stuck there. If you're worried, I'm even more worried!"
The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and Brother Long, who was sitting in his office at that moment, also heard his subordinates report the situation.
"What? Lu Yuan drove off in a truck, and he's heading towards District 55? Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"
The big guy had bandages wrapped around his arm and a determined look on his face: "Brother Long, I saw it right, it was Lu Yuan with a truck full of food, heading straight for District 55. He wouldn't say he wants to make peace with Song Qiang, would he? That would be a disgrace to our District 8. We can't let him mess things up like this. Should I stop him now?"
A hint of annoyance flashed across Brother Long's face, but after a moment's thought, he waved his hand and said, "Lu Yuan and I are just business partners. What does his embarrassment have to do with me, Long San? Don't let the people below gossip. Do you understand?"
Big Guy nodded immediately: "Understood, Brother Long. I'll go tell my men right away not to talk nonsense!"
Brother Long nodded, took out a cigarette, lit it, squinted at the outside world, and muttered, "Doesn't this kid know that I've become mortal enemies with Song Qiang from District 55? Even if he begs for forgiveness this time, there's no way he'll agree. What's going on in this guy's head?"
Thinking of this, Long San couldn't help but take another deep drag on his cigarette. He then gave orders to his subordinates not to spread rumors about this matter, lest they lose face for him.
At this moment, Lu Yuan was driving a truck with Zhou Tong on the road.
The vehicle was making a rumbling sound, clearly indicating that it was nearing the end of its lifespan, but it was still working hard.
"We're almost at District 55, we need to be careful!"
Zhou Tong glanced at the map, then gave a tense reminder.
"Don't worry, Brother Zhou. We're here to deliver some things to them. I'm sure they won't make things too difficult for us. But if they dare to lay a hand on us, we're not to be trifled with!"
The streetlights on both sides of the road were very dim, and the countdown to the end of the workday in the sky was gradually decreasing.
At a rubber factory on the very edge of District 55, the gatekeeper saw a truck coming from District 8 and immediately picked up the phone on the table to call Song Qiang.
"Brother Qiang, someone from District 8 is driving a truck this way. Should we stop him?"
"What? Another guy from District 8 has come. Wasn't the last one enough? Don't rush to stop him. We're about to get off work. I'll go get someone to monitor his movements right now. Tell me immediately if anything happens!"
After saying that, Song Qiang immediately hung up the phone and began to gather his men. Soon, the car drove to the middle of District 55. Just then, the sky suddenly went dark with a "click," and the entire factory area fell silent.
Lu Yuan turned on the truck's headlights, and two blinding beams of light shone from the front. Suddenly, a figure flashed across the road ahead, dragging a long, steel-like object across the road. The object was gleaming coldly.
Without a second thought, Lu Yuan slammed on the brakes, leaving two dark tire tracks on the road before the car came to a stop right in front of the tire spikes.
Before Lu Yuan could even turn off the car, he saw countless flashlights shining towards him from all sides. The crowd that had been lying in ambush on both sides of the road suddenly surrounded him, holding sticks and bricks, blocking all of the car's path.
A figure stood directly in front of the nail board, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his work clothes slung over his shoulder, looking defiant. He gestured as if to get off the vehicle, then walked over, followed by more than ten people with tense expressions on their faces.
Lu Yuan turned to look at Zhou Tong, then nodded. The two opened the car door and jumped out. Immediately, a group of menacing-looking people surrounded them. However, Zhou Tong and Lu Yuan had no expression on their faces, their eyes fixed on Song Qiang standing in the distance.
Where did it come from?
Song Qiang walked up to Lu Yuan, blew a cigarette smoke into Lu Yuan's face, and asked with a hint of contempt.
"District 8".
"District 8? Kid, is this your first day on the job? Don't you know my relationship with Long San is over? You still dare to trespass on our territory. What's in your car?"
Lu Yuan said calmly, "The truck is loaded with beef!"
Although the voice wasn't loud, everyone around heard Lu Yuan's voice immediately. They became increasingly eager to open the back of the carriage and divide up the beef inside.
Upon hearing Lu Yuan's words, Song Qiang laughed a few times: "Damn it! Are you kidding me? Meat? Or beef? Do you think I've never seen anything before? Tell me! What exactly is in there? Are they machine parts left over from the factory or something?"
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