So, she secretly conspired with the bandit leader Song Zhijun to reach out her evil hands to the 400,000 Hong Kong dollars in Li Guobin's wallet.
That day, sunlight streamed onto the bed through the gaps in the curtains. Li Guobin got up early, carrying a briefcase full of cash, ready to go to Beijing to buy Chinese medicinal herbs. Ye Dongfang, with a feigned courtesy, saw him off to the airport.
Inside the room on the eighth floor, the atmosphere was tense and oppressive. Bandit leader Song Zhijun stood at the window, his gaze fixed on the floor below. He saw Ye Dongfang and Li Guobin on the third floor, carrying a large leather bag, about to get into a car. A fierce look flashed in Song Zhijun's eyes, and he waved his hand through the open window.
He Jinxiang and Xiaodong, two gangsters who had been waiting for the taxi, quickly got in like wolves smelling blood. He Jinxiang flashed a dagger, and with a cold gleam, he pressed it against the driver's chest and said viciously, "Let's go to the beach first, then to the airport. If you dare to try anything, I'll stab you!" The driver, pale with fear and shaking all over, obediently obeyed.
The car slowly started up and drove towards the seaside. The entire journey was filled with dead silence, save for Li Guobin's terrified gasps and Ye Dongfang's smug sneer. When the car reached a secluded spot on the seaside, surrounded by lush trees, the sea breeze whistled past, as if wailing for the impending tragedy.
He Jinxiang and Xiaodong exchanged a glance, a murderous gleam in their eyes. Suddenly, He Jinxiang plunged the knife into Li Guobin's chest, sending blood gushing out like a fountain, splattering the car window in a sea of crimson. Li Guobin's eyes widened, and with endless fear and resentment, he slowly collapsed. They mercilessly dragged the body out and dumped it into the dense bushes.
"Keep driving, towards Zhuhai!" Xiaodong yelled at the driver. The car started up again, then suddenly stopped midway. He Jinxiang, knife in hand, threatened the driver fiercely, "We'll remember your car and leave you a way out. If you dare call the police, we'll have you killed within three days!" The driver, paralyzed with fear, nodded repeatedly and pleaded, "I... I dare not. Please let me go..." With that, he fled the murderous gang in a hurry.
Afterward, the gang members He Jinxiang, Xiaodong, and Ye Dongfang hijacked a taxi, carrying a briefcase containing 400,000 Hong Kong dollars, and headed for Foshan. After a brief stop in Foshan, they journeyed to Kunming. There, they recklessly indulged in debauchery, squandering their blood-worn fortune.
Recently, Zhao Xiaohai contacted Fu Runzhi and found that Fu Runzhi was just perfunctory.
In the ever-changing business arena, Zhao Xiaohai keenly noticed that Frunze was no longer cooperating.
In the office, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless. Zhao Xiaohai sat behind the large desk with a frown on his face. His fingers tapped the table rhythmically, making a "tapping" sound, as if tapping away his confused thoughts.
"What the hell is Fu Runzhi doing by suddenly breaking off cooperation?" Zhao Xiaohai cursed in a low voice, with an ominous premonition in his heart.
The conference room was filled with smoke, and the company's top executives sat around a long table with serious expressions.
"Since Frunze is not cooperating, we can't just watch this huge Soviet market being lost!" Li Ming said anxiously, his tone full of worry.
"Yes, we have to find a solution quickly." Zhang Lei agreed, his brows twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".
After much deliberation, everyone finally reached a consensus: the Soviet market must not be lost, and they must personally open up a trade channel that is completely under their own control.
"Then we can only send someone to the Soviet Union in person. Who is suitable to go?" someone asked.
"I will go there in person. I am familiar with this business and have experience." Zhao Xiaohai said.
After some discussion, the decision was made.
Soon, Zhao Xiaohai started preparing without any hesitation.
At the end of May, the sun was scorching, baking the earth.
Zhao Xiaohai stood on the train platform, next to him was the letter of introduction issued by the Overseas Chinese Trading Company. The thin paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this moment.
Not far away, there are two carloads of cargo parked. One carload is filled with tobacco that exudes a rich aroma, and the other carload is filled with canned food produced by the joint venture Greentown Food Factory. Under the sunlight, the tin cans sparkle with a metallic luster.
"These two carloads of goods must be delivered to the Soviet Union smoothly and successfully for testing." Zhao Xiaohai murmured to himself, his eyes revealing determination and resoluteness.
"Brother Hai, everything is ready, you can get in the car." Li Qiang reminded from the side.
Zhao Xiaohai took a deep breath and boarded the K3 international train to the Soviet Union.
The train started slowly, making a "clang clang" sound, as if telling about an unknown journey.
Zhao Xiaohai looked out the window at the platform that was gradually receding, thinking silently in his heart: "This time, we must succeed, not fail. We must find our own trade channel!"
The train went farther and farther, carrying Zhao Xiaohai's hope and mission, heading towards the mysterious and challenging land - the Soviet Union.
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