Chapter 50 Huaihua Machinery Factory 8
The grocery store in the machinery factory only serves factory employees. Not only are there all kinds of goods, but they are also much cheaper than those outside. Most importantly, no tickets are required.
Xingjian picked and chose and only took a towel and a basin. There was still half a bar of soap in the dormitory, which should be enough to last until he got his salary. Xingjian didn't take anything else.
Cheng Yan looked down at Xing Jian who was holding the basin, then walked back into the store and brought out another bunch of things. When checking out, Xing Jian didn't even dare to look at how much Cheng Yan spent. This amount of stuff would probably cost him a month's salary.
Back in the dormitory, Cheng Yan put the things in his arms on Xing Jian's bed, and then he could see clearly what the man had bought.
There was a complete set of bedding, a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, and a few pairs of underwear. When Xingjian looked at the underwear, his face turned red instantly. How did this person know that he had never worn underwear?
Then Cheng Yan took out a bag of fruit candy from his arms and put it on the table. Cheng Yan forgot who he heard it from, but this kind of fruit candy was not too sweet but had a strong fruit flavor. When he saw it in the grocery store, the only thing he could think of was Xing Jian's eyes lighting up when he ate the candy.
The next day, when Xingjian went to the warehouse to work, he didn't see Feng Dajun. In the past, Feng Dajun was the first person to arrive besides Xingjian. Today, Xingjian didn't see that person. He was a little uncomfortable and looked towards the door from time to time.
Perhaps noticing Xingjian's eager gaze, Ma Xiangqian walked over, shaking his thermos cup. He said with a smile, "Looking for your brother Dajun."
Xing Jian nodded, and then heard Ma Xiangqian say that after they separated that day, Feng Dajun somehow sprained his ankle while climbing the stairs on his way back to the dormitory, and he couldn't come for the next few days.
After knowing this, Xing Jian sneaked to Feng Dajun's dormitory door after work and took a look. When he saw him lying on the bed eating an apple washed by his roommate, he felt relieved for some reason.
Feng Dajun, who was lying on the bed, caught sight of Xing Jian tiptoeing through the crack in the door. He hurriedly called out, "Xiao Xing, come in quickly. What are you doing standing at the door?"
When Xing Jian heard Feng Dajun calling his name, he knew he couldn't escape, so he stood up and walked in.
Feng Dajun was lying on the bed, biting an apple, with the peel spit out all over the floor. He handed one to Xingjian, then threw another one, which was caught by his roommate on the upper bunk. Xingjian ate the apple, looking at the two people fighting in front of him, his mind drifted back to his mission. Who would be the villain?
As the days passed, there was still no clue about the Incense Ash Star Sword, but what was certain was that there was definitely something wrong with this basement. Since when, a big lock had been hung on the door of the basement, blocking the Star Sword's chance to go in and search again.
The summer heat dissipated day by day. Now Xingjian had put on the new long-sleeved work clothes issued by the factory to go to work. The machinery factory entered the off-season in autumn, and even the goods in the warehouse were much less. After moving the things, Xingjian and Feng Dajun leaned against the wall in a daze.
Feng Dajun fished in his pocket and pulled out a wrinkled cigarette, handing it to Xingjian. "Have one, brother."
Xing Jian didn't take the cigarette, "Brother Da Jun, I don't smoke."
"Tsk, then I can't lead the kid astray. I'm going out to smoke a cigarette and get some fresh air. When Brother Ma comes, just tell him I went to the bathroom." Looking at Xingjian's student-like face, Feng Dajun suddenly felt that his behavior seemed inappropriate. He put away the cigarette, patted Xingjian's shoulder, and pulled the other person out.
Bored, Xing Jian stared at a place in the warehouse in a daze. It seemed that the mechanical parts in the box were coated with too much talcum powder, and there were some dots of white powder on the outside of the box.
Xing Jian walked to the box and reached out to touch the talcum powder. No, the unique slippery feeling of talcum powder was not there. A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind. He remembered that the plot given to him by the hosting system involved a description of the explosion. The official report said that the explosive was made of ammonium nitrate.
The more Xing Jian looked at the white powder in front of him, the less it looked like talcum powder. He took out his dormitory key and headed towards the box of mechanical parts.
With a crackling sound, the wooden box, which should have been very hard, was cut open, revealing the true appearance inside. There were no mechanical parts, only a whole box of ammonium nitrate powder.
When other people in the warehouse saw this, they all came over and looked at the white powder in front of them. A few brave people even reached out to touch the powder to see what it was.
But before those people could even touch the powder, Xing Jian shouted, "Don't move, this stuff will explode!"
The crowd dispersed instantly upon hearing the word "explosion". Feng Dajun saw Xing Jian still standing there motionless and shouted at him anxiously, "Xiao Xing, come here quickly too."
However, Xingjian did not leave immediately, but carefully checked the wooden box he destroyed for clues.
A group of people gathered here, making a lot of noise, which caught Ma Xiangqian's attention. He pushed his way inside, his face dark and frightening. When he reached the pile of powder, he shouted at the others, "Feng Dajun, take everyone else out of the warehouse first. Security guard, go notify Secretary Li and call the police immediately."
After all this commotion, word spread to other workshops that explosives had been found in the warehouse.
Police cars came and went several times, and even Xing Jian and Secretary Li were taken to the town’s police station for investigation.
By the time they were sent back, it was already dark. Li Zhenguo looked at Xing Jian beside him and didn't expect that he had underestimated the person in front of him. "Hey, kid, didn't you say you would stop studying after junior high school? How come you know everything?"
"I don't have money to go to school, and these are the college textbooks I taught myself." Xingjian said with his head down. The dim light of the street lamp shone on Xingjian's face, making him look particularly pitiful.
Li Zhenguo looked at the back of Xingjian's head. His furry hair had grown longer, but the scar could still be seen from the back.
He said in a mysterious voice, "Kid, go work in the workshop instead of in the warehouse."
When Xingjian heard Li Zhenguo's words, his eyes lit up instantly. He agreed without any hesitation.
The two walked side by side, and the street lights stretched their shadows very long, winding all the way to the big locust tree. Suddenly, a pair of eyes beside the locust tree looked towards them.
When Xing Jian noticed that gaze, Li Zhenguo frowned and shouted in the direction of the locust tree, "Who is it? What are you looking at?"
As soon as Li Zhenguo's voice came out, the owner of the eyes walked out from under the locust tree.
"Brother Cheng!" After seeing the figure clearly, Xing Jian flew to Cheng Yan like a bird. Li Zhenguo looked at Cheng Yan's overly sinister face and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
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