Xing Huimin is from Pujiagou Village, Chentun Township. Every household in this village is an individual wax factory, and 30% are professional wax makers. At that time, the raw materials for wax making were in high demand and the supply was extremely scarce. Even at 3,000 yuan per ton, it was impossible to buy the goods.
After Xing Huimin hung up the long-distance call, she thought that 20 tons of paraffin wax was cheaper, saving 200 yuan per ton, so she blocked the information and told no one except her lover Zhao Junsheng.
Zhao Junsheng is a 32-year-old wax factory owner.
Three tons of wax are enough for his wax factory.
He thought about it and realized that this business was a windfall and he must not miss it.
He could earn a minimum of 4,000 yuan for 20 tons, but he didn't have that much money, so he discussed it with his brother-in-law Xing Guoyong and decided on the spot to ask Xing Guoyong to go to Dengta to contact Manager Hu to finalize the matter.
The family immediately gathered money to pick up the goods and arranged for the twenty tons of paraffin wax: Zhao Junsheng and Xing Guoyong six tons, Zhao Baomin two tons, Jiang Shiwang two and a half tons, Tao Jishun two tons, Xing Anwen two tons...
In less than a morning they had collected fifty-six thousand yuan.
Xing Guoyong returned to Xiongyue and immediately took the noon train with Zhao Junsheng to the Lighthouse Supplies Department, taking 56,000 yuan in cash to buy paraffin wax.
Manager Hu received them warmly and personally took the two buyers to Panjin, saying, "Our purchasing agent Ji Zhongyuan has gone to Panjin to wait. I didn't ask them to pick up the goods to Dengta. Panjin is close to Xiongyue. You can bring the money to pick up the goods, and the goods will be delivered directly to your home." Manager Hu took Zhao Junsheng and Xing Guoyong to Panjin, and met Song Zhijun at the hotel through Ji Zhongyuan's introduction.
Song Zhijun asked Manager Hu and the purchaser to look at the paraffin samples, delivery notes, and transfer orders. They were all printed with the army's official seal, so he felt that they were foolproof.
He said: "The goods are in the military warehouse of the Shishan troops. They are 56-degree wax and military supplies. You can take the payment yourself and I will take you to pick up the goods. If they don't match the samples, you don't have to buy them. I will compensate you for any losses.
You guys stay here first. The people from Haicheng called. When they get here, we'll go pick up the goods together."
After Manager Hu and Xiong Yueren arranged accommodation, Song Zhijun said, "You guys wait in the hotel for a while. I'll go to the Shishan Army to arrange a car. I'll pick up the goods when I come back."
Song Zhijun didn't go to Shishan. Instead, he took a taxi and sped to Meng Qingqi's home in Jinzhou. He said, "I've found my target. I've checked him out at the Panjin Hotel. We're going to strike in Shishan tonight. Find someone quickly."
The third brother, Meng Qingqi, nicknamed "San Ganba," was so shocked when he saw the "big brother" that he was like seeing the God of Wealth. His eyes narrowed into a line and he said happily, "Our Jinzhou troops are absolutely ready to fight at any time. They will come when called, and they will fight as soon as they come. And we will win the battle. 'Big brother,' just wait a moment and we'll call them all in right away."
Less than an hour later, Liu Shuming and Shao Jianzhong arrived. Song Zhijun immediately got in a taxi and quickly left Jinzhou with Meng Qingqi, Liu Shuming, and Shao Jianzhong, heading towards Shishan.
They parked in front of the Shuangyangdian Supply and Marketing Cooperative and bought two large adjustable wrenches, number 2, from the cooperative. These were the weapons used to assault people. Liu Shuming and Shao Jianzhong each had one, and Meng Qingqi took a hammer that Liu Shuming brought from home. Then they got off the car at the Yimafang troops.
Song Zhijun ordered: "The three of you stay outside the north wall of the unit. Be there at six o'clock in the evening. I will bring the people here."
After the four gang members finished their meal at the restaurant, Song Zhijun took a taxi back to the Panjin Chuanbei Hotel. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Song Zhijun hurried into the guest room. More than ten people were waiting for him to pick up paraffin wax. Che Mingkai, the owner of the Haicheng Wax Factory, and his gang of nine also arrived with cash to pick up paraffin wax.
Song Zhijun was wearing a brown suit, revealing a camel-colored wool sweater and a white shirt, with a blue tweed coat draped over it. He used his left hand with a white glove to tidy up his hairstyle and appeared in front of everyone in a very handsome manner.
He smiled slightly and said, "I have arranged for the military vehicle to deliver the goods to Xiong Yue tonight. Haicheng, you and Xiong Yue will go together to pick up the goods. After they finish, you can take over."
The team buying paraffin wax set out from Panjin in a mighty procession. Song Zhijun asked Manager Hu to wait at the Sichuan North Hotel. He, Ji Zhongyuan, Zhao Junsheng, and Xing Guoyong rode in a Beijing jeep to lead the way, while nine Haicheng wax factory owners followed in two Beijing jeeps.
After driving over the Goubangzi Interchange and past Luyang Post Station, they headed towards Shishan. Arriving at a small roadside restaurant, Song Zhijun pointed to a tall walled area surrounded by lush trees not far away and said, "That's the army's warehouse. Stop the car." He got out and approached the Haicheng man who was chasing him. "The goods are in the warehouse up ahead. It's past six in the evening. You can eat in this restaurant first. After Xiong Yue finishes his delivery, you can take your own. I'll call you later."
The area around the Stone Mountain Ammunition Depot was quiet after dusk. Outside the walls of the depot were wild hills and barren mountains, bare land, and unmelted snow in the gutters. The leeward side still posed a cold threat.
Far from the village, the ammunition depot was rarely visited during the day. After dusk, especially when a gentle north wind blew, the cold was oppressive. Beyond the walls of the ammunition depot, the desertedness was even more eerie, like a secluded graveyard. Song Zhijun glanced at the ammunition depot, then walked over to the jeep and said, "Old Li, you take the car and wait for me at the hotel. Zhao Junsheng, Xing Guoyong, and I will go and pay the bill and handle the paperwork."
Xing Guoyong, holding a briefcase containing more than 50,000 yuan, glanced at Song Zhijun and said, "Can't we drive in?"
"This is the army's military warehouse. It has guns, ammunition and everything else. The management is very strict and local vehicles are not allowed to enter the warehouse yard." Song Zhijun said it in a magical way. Everyone knows that the army's ammunition depot is managed very strictly, but the monks from outside did not know the rules of the temple, so they had to get off the car and listen to Song Zhijun's words.
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