Guan Qilin watched him leave and couldn't help but sigh.
This factory is really full of troubles. He is usually in charge of the factory's logistics and the workers' issues.
Xu Xiangyang was in charge of the internal and external factory buildings, which was actually the most important responsibility.
He admired Xu Xiangyang; he was so young yet so resilient. He was definitely going to be in trouble.
I've been dealing with a lot of messy, trivial things lately.
I'm so tired.
But looking at Xu Xiangyang, because of the fabric issue, he has to make another trip to another province. It's really not easy for him.
Xu Xiangyang went to explain the situation, and the two-week trip would begin tomorrow.
And since he couldn't take the train or long-distance bus the next time he went out, he registered the car usage again.
Having a car would be much more convenient; it would be faster to go out and about, and you could drive both ways.
Unlike trains, which have long stops, bicycles require frequent stops.
Driving yourself is fast and comfortable, how wonderful!
After finishing his work at the factory, he left work early and went home.
After getting ready, I rode my bicycle to the North District.
The black market here is located in an abandoned factory where the walls have collapsed, making it easy to escape.
This is why this place was chosen as the black market; it provides shelter from the wind and rain, makes it easy to escape, is spacious enough, and is close to the edge of the city.
As long as you run outwards, it's all wilderness; you can just run around as fast as you want.
Xu Xiangyang looked around the gate. The front was fine and could cover the inside, but once inside, he found that several sections of the wall had collapsed.
He looked towards the factory gate and saw two people talking, and several other people with two baskets piled up in front of them, presumably selling goods.
He walked a few steps forward and headed straight for the two people who weren't selling anything.
Others noticed him and assumed he was someone buying something, so they didn't stop him.
With a smile on his face, Xu Xiangyang asked, "Comrade, is Mr. Kong here?"
Mr. Kong, that's what the black market boss in the North District is called. Nobody knows his real name, everyone just calls him Mr. Kong.
Upon hearing this title, the two men's expressions turned serious. "What do you do for a living?"
The others also stood up, seemingly intending to surround Xu Xiangyang.
Seeing how nervous they were, Xu Xiangyang said, "I'm from Xicheng District, and my surname is Xu."
The group exchanged glances, but the two in front seemed to recognize the surname Xu from the West District.
He tentatively asked, "Are you Boss Xu?"
As for whether it was true or not, the two of them didn't know; they had only heard of it but had never seen it.
Xu Xiangyang nodded. "I need to speak with Mr. Kong. Could you please inform him?"
"You wait here, I'll go ask." The man nodded with some doubt, then turned and went into the factory.
Xu Xiangyang wasn't in a hurry. If every boss were so easy to meet, wouldn't they be street thugs? Anyone could see them.
He waited for two or three minutes, and then the young man ran out with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Xu, Mr. Kong asked me to take you upstairs."
The two went up to the second floor. The hallway was dilapidated, and some rooms were full of garbage.
This is truly an abandoned factory. The office buildings are so dilapidated, and cold winds are constantly blowing through the windows, making it even colder than outside.
The two walked to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of a large door.
"Mr. Kong, Mr. Xu is here," the man called out from afar.
"Come in," a deep voice said.
Xu Xiangyang raised an eyebrow, then saw the person next to him open the door for him, and close it after he went in.
There was only one man standing in front of the window in the room, along with a large desk, coffee table, and sofa.
Inside the large furnace in the very center, you can see tiny flames. Compared to the outside, this place is like a warm stove, especially cozy.
Xu Xiangyang looked at the man, who was about 1.67 meters tall and had a slender build.
He turned around with a blank expression on his face. He looked to be around thirty-two or thirty-three years old, and his hair was neatly combed.
"Hello, Mr. Kong," Xu Xiangyang greeted him.
Mr. Kong didn't say anything, but just glanced at him before sitting down on the sofa.
"Sit down." He gestured for Xu Xiangyang to sit down.
Xu Xiangyang didn't stand on ceremony and sat down to look at him. The man's expression was indifferent, but his eyes held a scrutinizing look, and something else that Xu Xiangyang couldn't quite understand.
"What brings you here, Mr. Xu?" Mr. Kong asked casually, then poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him.
Xu Xiangyang took the tea but didn't drink it. He put down the cup and said, "Mr. Kong, I'm here today to discuss cooperation with you."
"Oh? Cooperation?" Mr. Kong looked at him with interest and asked, "I wonder how Mr. Xu intends to cooperate?"
The look in his eyes was intriguing; it was unclear what it meant.
Xu Xiangyang suppressed his doubts and said, "Mr. Kong must have heard that I can supply goods, similar to what Mr. Jiang has. Do you need them?"
Actually, there are still connections between the black markets, since they are all in the new city, and it's impossible not to connect.
Sometimes, people inevitably cross boundaries unknowingly or intentionally, which requires mediation.
Everyone appears to be on good terms, but behind the scenes, things are in complete chaos.
Mr. Kong did not answer, but instead picked up his teacup and took a sip of water.
Then, he slowly said, "Mr. Xu, do you think I'm lacking this little something?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Xiangyang understood: either they didn't want to cooperate, or they wanted to manipulate him.
He felt it should be the former and didn't want to cooperate.
Because ever since he arrived, he has been acting very strangely, with an inexplicable oddity.
Mr. Kong continued, "Because of this little thing of yours, I've offended Master An. How can I argue with that?"
His tone was calm, and his expression was unreadable.
Xu Xiangyang understood in his heart that Mr. Kong and Master An were probably either business partners or friends.
Moreover, he didn't mention his falling out with Master An, but he said he offended Master An.
Doesn't that mean we've found out something?
They must be in contact, otherwise they wouldn't have found out so quickly.
“Mr. Kong, since you don’t mean it that way, I won’t bother you any longer.” Xu Xiangyang knew that there was no point in staying any longer.
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.
But then Mr. Kong spoke up, “Mr. Xu, why are you in such a hurry to leave?”
He crossed his legs and looked at the person in front of him with a half-smile.
Xu Xiangyang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this person wanted to keep him here?
Thinking of this, his face turned cold. "Mr. Kong, if I don't leave, am I supposed to stay and have a meal with you?"
The atmosphere between the two of them immediately became tense!
Xu Xiangyang could clearly sense that this short and thin man had a very strong aura.
But judging from his skinny, scrawny appearance, he probably doesn't have much ability.
He didn't have the aura of a martial arts expert, unlike Jiang Wu and Xiao Hai, who both exuded an aura of power.
Therefore, it can be determined that this person's confidence does not come from himself.
So, who could it be?
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