"Old Li, be at the warehouse on time at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning." Mou Xuan hung up the phone with a confident smile on his face.
Getting the supply is only the first step in a long journey. The next step is to transport these treasures back to your own super safe house.
The next day, the sun was shining brightly with clear skies, a good day for moving bricks and stockpiling goods.
Mou Xuan stood at the door of the warehouse, humming a little tune, waiting for the arrival of the truck in a happy mood.
At 8:05, a large truck arrived late.
"Sorry, Boss Xiaomou, there's a traffic jam on the road." The driver, Old Song, scratched his head and smiled naively.
Mou Xuan didn't care and waved his hand: "It's okay, load the goods quickly!"
Seeing boxes of supplies being loaded onto the truck, Mou Xuan was overjoyed.
This is the guarantee of his future happy life!
However, the good times did not last long. Just as Mou Xuan was imagining a bright future, Lao Song's phone suddenly rang.
"What? The car broke down?!" Old Song's voice suddenly rose and his face turned pale in an instant.
When Mou Xuan heard the news, his heart sank suddenly, as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head.
He looked out the window at the open space waiting to transport supplies, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with worry.
The quiet environment around him seemed to amplify his anxiety at this moment.
Find a new car?
There is definitely not enough time!
Repair the car?
Where can I find a repairman in this remote place?
Time passed by minute by minute, and Mou Xuan felt like an ant on hot pot, anxious and restless.
He was very conflicted and his eyes revealed confusion. The busy scene in the freight company was in stark contrast to his helplessness.
He kept pacing on the spot, his brain working rapidly, weighing the pros and cons.
"Old Song, send me the location!" Mou Xuan suddenly raised his head.
Mou Xuan rushed to the location and saw Lao Song squatting beside the broken-down truck with a worried look on his face, a wrench in his hand, running around like an ant on hot pan.
The strong smell of gasoline mixed with the burnt smell of engine oil stimulated Mou Xuan's sense of smell.
The glaring sunlight shone on the broken-down truck, reflecting the cold light of the metal.
"What's going on?" Mou Xuan walked quickly to Old Song, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.
Old Song pointed at the bottom of the truck and said with a sad face: "The gearbox is broken. It can't be fixed in a short time in this remote place! Boss Xiaomou, what can we do?"
Mou Xuan squatted down and carefully checked the gearbox. A wave of heat hit him in the face, bringing with it the smell of engine oil.
His heart skipped a beat; the situation was worse than he had imagined.
Apparently, it can't be repaired without several thousand dollars and a few hours.
"Oh my god! Are you kidding me?!" Mou Xuan couldn't help but swear. This was really like adding insult to injury!
Seeing that the stockpiling plan was about to fail, Mou Xuan felt a strong sense of frustration.
The empty space around him and the howling wind made him feel extremely helpless.
Just when he was at a loss, some fragments of knowledge about car maintenance suddenly flashed through his mind.
In order to survive in his previous life, he learned a little bit of everything, but he didn't expect that it would come in handy now.
"Old Song, give me the tools!" Mou Xuan
Although Old Song was confused, he still obediently handed the tools to Mou Xuan.
Mou Xuan took the tools and skillfully disassembled the gearbox parts. His movements were smooth and fluid, like that of an experienced auto mechanic.
"Oh my god! Boss Xiaomou, you can also repair cars?" Old Song widened his eyes with an incredible look on his face.
Several passers-by also stopped to watch, looking at the young man curiously.
"I understand a little, a little." Mou Xuan answered without raising his head, his hands moving non-stop.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the air was filled with tension.
Finally, with Mou Xuan's efforts, the gearbox problem was solved.
"Done!" Mou Xuan let out a long sigh and a confident smile appeared on his face.
"Awesome, Boss Mou!" Old Song patted Mou Xuan's shoulder excitedly, and the passers-by around him also cast approving glances at him.
Mou Xuan restarted the truck and the engine roared, a sound that sounded particularly pleasant at this moment.
He glanced at Lao Song and said, "Why are you still standing there? Drive!" Lao Song jumped into the driver's seat swiftly, stepped on the accelerator, and the truck rushed out like a wild horse.
The roar of the engine sounded particularly impressive in the empty suburbs, as if celebrating survival.
After speeding all the way, they finally arrived at Mou Xuan's secret base - a hidden warehouse that he had carefully renovated.
"Hurry up and unload the goods!" Mou Xuan waved his hand with great heroism.
The workers were full of energy, moving the supplies with great effort.
The sound of boxes rubbing against the ground and the workers' shouts formed a lively symphony.
Mou Xuan was like a general who was planning strategies and directing this large-scale migration of materials. Every link was under his control.
As the sun sets, the warehouse is filled with all kinds of supplies, including rice, flour, canned food, drinking water...
It has everything, it's like a small supermarket.
Mou Xuan stood in front of the pile of supplies and looked at the spectacular scene. He felt a sense of accomplishment, like a hardworking farmer looking at his own harvest with joy.
He knew that he was one step closer to his goal.
The air was filled with the aroma of food mixed with the smell of sweat. For Mou Xuan, this feeling was a sense of security and control, and a preview of a better life in the future.
"Huh..." Mou Xuan let out a long sigh, looking at the mountains of supplies, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "One month, that's enough!" He looked around, and under the light, the supplies were piled up like a hill. He stood in the middle, like a king looking down on his peers.
The people around looked at Mou Xuan.
At this moment, he seemed to have the aura of a protagonist, confident and powerful.
"It's only been a month..." Mou Xuan muttered to himself, with a meaningful smile on his face, and turned around and walked into the depths of the warehouse.
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