8pm. Shunchang Commercial Bank.
The boss and his men are busy closing the shop.
The door nails were closed one by one, plunging the entire store into darkness. It seemed like two different worlds compared to the increasingly lively lights and nightlife on the nearby street.
In this time of year, no one dares to go out at night to buy food.
After closing the board, the boss began to calculate the accounts and count the profits and losses for the day.
The boy put all the utensils in order:
"Boss, I'll be back first then?"
The shopkeeper didn't even raise his head, he was only focused on counting the accounts.
He waved his hand: "Go ahead. Be careful on the road."
The young man said "Hey", went out through the back door, walked around the wall of the backyard where the shopkeeper's family lived, and went out through a small side door.
He gathered his sleeves.
It was September in Xiangcheng, not yet autumn, but the nights were already starting to get a bit chilly.
The young man walked silently and didn't notice a young man passing by him.
It was not until the figure flashed past him that he seemed to suddenly realize something and looked back.
But the figure, which did not look tall, had already disappeared at the end of the gradually thickening night.
The young man smacked his lips and looked at the bright lights and feasting across the street with some envy.
When he becomes rich, he will definitely go to Yongle Gate to experience the happiness of being rich.
As for now...
The boy rubbed his rumbling stomach.
He has to go home and eat!
The boy turned around and trotted back home.
He didn't know what was happening behind him.
He didn't know that tomorrow morning, he would lose this livelihood that barely supported his family.
8:08 pm.
As soon as the waiter left, the shopkeeper threw down the abacus and stopped counting the accounts.
The Xia people's plan was too difficult to make. If he wasn't afraid that the young man would get suspicious, he wouldn't want to touch this thing at all.
The existence of this business is not to make money, and its profits and losses cannot be calculated.
Eight ten.
A pickup truck with a white roof came from a distance, accompanied by the singing of Yonglemen and bursts of whistles.
The shopkeeper quietly opened the back door of his house and called the driver to start moving things.
A few guards in casual uniforms jumped out of the pickup truck first.
Then the driver started to move.
The shopkeeper's wife also took small steps quietly and pulled the cart over.
One after another, bulging sacks were brought in.
These sacks are heavy.
What was accidentally spilled on the ground was actually food.
The few people who were lying not far away in the alley watching this scene looked at each other, and there was a solemn look in their eyes.
After all the things in the car were moved, one of them made a gesture.
The others immediately rushed forward silently.
The pickup truck driver fell to the ground first.
The shopkeeper and his wife were about to close the door when they were stopped by a hand.
Seeing the sudden appearance of this group of black-clad men, the shopkeeper subconsciously shouted:
"あんたたち, one body, who is Naんだ. (Who are you?)"
As soon as he finished shouting, a wooden cannon was pressed against his forehead.
The shopkeeper was so frightened that his legs went weak, knowing that he could not escape today.
The shopkeeper's wife had also knelt down and bowed tremblingly.
"This is how many batches of special food you've brought in?!"
The owner of the voice spoke.
The voice sounded androgynous.
Judging from the night light, the man was not very tall and looked like a teenager.
The shopkeeper tried his best to open his eyes wide, as if trying to remember these people who suddenly appeared.
The guards in the pickup truck fell to the ground in this moment, and then their wooden boxes were confiscated, tied up with ropes and thrown into the back of the truck.
The shopkeeper looked at their actions and turned pale with fright.
But he pursed his lips and refused to say a word.
"Will you tell me?"
The man's voice remained flat.
The shopkeeper remained silent.
It was his wife who opened her mouth:
"Sir, we are..."
"だまってくれ! (Shut up!)"
The woman was stopped halfway through her words.
The teenager glared at him, raised his hand with the wooden butt, and hit him on the head.
The shopkeeper fainted instantly.
The teenager waved his hand and said, "Throw him in too."
"good."
Others came forward.
They searched the men first before tying them up. Then one grabbed their arms and the other their legs, swung them a few times, and threw them into the truck bed.
The young man then looked at the woman and said, "Tell me how much you know."
The woman looked at him with trembling eyes:
"I...want to live..."
The young man said calmly:
"It depends on how valuable the matter you have entrusted is."
The woman's pupils trembled slightly:
"Every month... on the last day... they deliver food... soaked in... poppy..."
The teenager didn't say anything, just listened quietly.
After everyone else had thrown everyone into the truck bed, the young man said to the others:
"Don't stay in there too long. Once you've set the fire, get out right away. Eagle, go drive the car. When they come out, leave right away."
"yes!"
The others responded and began to move in a well-trained manner.
The woman's pupils moved.
Unexpectedly, this thin and weak-looking person, like a child, is actually the superior of these people.
She watched the men rush into the yard.
He lowered his head slightly and continued to speak slowly:
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