A group of people went to put out the fire, and Zhang Guodong stumbled over carrying two large sacks.
Zhao Xiaohai was waiting outside the village entrance. When he saw Zhang Guodong coming, he pretended to be unaware and asked.
"Brother Guodong, what's going on? Where's the fire?"
"Then let's get going. These guys are so sloppy, they can't even fireproof a warehouse.
I can’t work with these people who don’t do things meticulously in the future. Something will go wrong sooner or later. I’ll find a different partner next time.”
Zhang Guodong replied breathlessly.
Zhao Xiaohai took a sack, put it on his shoulder, and responded casually.
"That's right. These people are usually careless. Sooner or later, they will be kicked out by the police. We should be careful."
He never mentioned that he had started the fire.
Just now he used a mosquito coil as a timer. According to the experiment before departure, it can burn for 10 minutes.
Tie dozens of matches at the end of the mosquito coil with a thin hemp rope.
In order to prevent the matches from burning in time, they poured gunpowder taken from the firecrackers onto the matches to ensure that they would burn violently at the scheduled time.
Finally, sprinkle the gasoline in the infusion bottle on the videotape. As long as the match is lit, the gasoline can be ignited.
Another bottle of gasoline was spilled, causing a bigger fire.
Sure enough, 10 minutes later, a fire broke out and burned the warehouse to ashes.
The yard used as a warehouse is at the outermost part of the village and will not involve other houses.
But the owner of the videotape store must have cleared out all his videotape inventory.
The purpose was to prevent Zhang Guodong from continuing to purchase goods and to create an opportunity to lure Zhang Guodong into his trap.
Zhao Xiaohai looked back and saw that the fire had been put out and no one was injured. He felt relieved.
Zhang Guodong stopped a truck and made an agreement with the driver to give him a ride to the county town. The driver charged Zhang Guodong 5 yuan and drove away without hesitation.
Driving back to the train station in the county town, Zhang Guodong bought two tickets.
Still not in the same car.
The two men each carried a sack and started their return journey.
At that time, speculation and profiteering were strictly investigated. Zhang Guodong told Zhao Xiaohai that if he encountered a railway police inspection, he should throw the sack out of the car. Then Zhao Xiaohai would jump out of the window and wait for the police inspectors to pass before picking up the sack.
Zhao Xiaohai asked, "Brother Guodong, what if the things we threw out are taken away by the police?"
"Then we can only admit that we have bad luck, but we each have a sack. Even if we lose one, as long as we can take one sack back, it will be enough. Let's keep one and strive for two." Zhang Guodong thought for a while and replied.
He is an old hand and knows very well the principle of not putting all your eggs in one basket.
Zhao Xiaohai just wanted to take the opportunity to throw away the sack he had, and only when Zhang Guodong's videotape was in short supply could he fall into the trap he set.
Zhao Xiaohai and Zhang Guodong separated and looked for their seats according to the information on their tickets.
The oscillating fan on the top of the car was buzzing weakly, and the lint accumulated on the blades made the air even thicker.
The smell of coal smoke mixed with the smell of ammonia from the toilet lingered in the corridor, and was very pungent.
A group of people were crowded together at the connection between the carriages to get on the train and find seats, and a baby burst into tears.
A young man in bell-bottom pants, holding a dual-cassette recorder in both hands, squeezed through the crowd and was also looking for his seat. It was obvious that he was a small trader who was also here to purchase goods.
After squeezing through the crowd, Zhao Xiaohai finally arrived at his seat.
The dark green artificial leather seats had become oily from years of wear and tear, and several vertical cracks were embedded with melon seed shells and tobacco.
The hard seats on trains at that time were so dirty, and anyone who has experienced it knows it well.
Sitting opposite was a family, a middle-aged couple with a child.
The couple looked to be in their thirties. The man had an honest face and was thin. Judging from his clothes, he looked like a farmer, and his clothes were very old.
The girl opposite was curled up in her mother's arms.
The little girl, who looked about ten years old, coughed violently from time to time, her sallow face looking sickly blue under the dim overhead light.
The woman comforted the little girl, making her look better.
Zhao Xiaohai stuffed the sack under the seat and smiled politely at the opposite side.
The middle-aged man opposite also smiled, but his smile was very uneasy.
With a "clang", the train started moving.
A conductor in railway uniform walked by dragging a tin kettle filled with hot water, and the white steam from the spout left a puff of white smoke in the aisle.
The crisp sound of an aluminum lunch box opening and closing came from the back seat, and the smell of garlic mixed with green onions wafted over.
Smelling the food, Zhao Xiaohai felt a little hungry. After a busy day, he could finally take a break. It was also time for dinner.
He pretended to take something out of his travel bag and took out a Daokou roast chicken from the space.
There was a worn-out enamel pot on the small table. Zhao Xiaohai pushed it and broke the thin hemp rope that wrapped the Daokou roast chicken in oil paper.
Suddenly the aroma of roast chicken wafted out.
The little girl opposite looked at it eagerly and kept swallowing her saliva.
Zhao Xiaohai saw the expectation in the little girl's dark eyes, and pulled off a chicken leg and handed it to the little girl.
"Here, uncle will treat you to a chicken drumstick."
Although I don’t have much money now, I can still afford to treat you to a chicken leg.
No matter what, Zhao Xiaohai still has some basic kindness towards children.
The little girl took it happily, and a smile appeared on her sick face.
The middle-aged man was also full of gratitude. He took out a wrinkled cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhao Xiaohai.
He then started chatting with Zhao Xiaohai, saying his surname was Zhou and that he was planning to go to Beijing with his child for medical treatment.
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