"Go!" The man gave an order and the car started moving slowly.
Jiang Manyue sat there, not daring to move, unable to see anything in front of her.
Things were far beyond her expectations. This place that imitated counterfeit clothes was probably not simple.
Suddenly he was forced into the car, and he didn't know whether the plainclothes police and Wang Baozhu followed him.
"Sister!" Wang Baozhu had been waiting nearby with the police and watched her being taken away by a car.
She wanted to chase him but couldn't catch up at all, and soon she completely lost track of him.
"Isn't it just a small workshop that makes clothes? Why was it taken away by the car?"
"Officer Wang, what is going on?" She was almost dying of anxiety.
Officer Wang also realized that the situation was beyond his expectations: "Don't panic, we'll follow first!"
"Xiao Liu, go back to the police station now and tell the chief about the similar situation."
"Yes!" Xiao Liu immediately turned around and left.
By this time, the sky had completely darkened and Wang Baozhu was extremely anxious.
Looking at the car that had disappeared long ago, she prayed in her heart while searching.
I hope she can be taken away safely and nothing goes wrong.
Jiang Manyue was sitting in the car, shaking, and felt the car body shaking as it left.
They had already left the city, and the more she needed to stay calm.
After about half an hour, the car finally stopped slowly.
"Crash!" The car door opened and several people were pulled out of the car.
"Get out of the car!" Jiang Manyue was still blindfolded and felt that several more people had arrived.
Someone grabbed her arm and dragged her forward.
A cold air rushed towards her, and she had no idea where she was.
The only sounds I could hear were breathing and footsteps, and after walking for a few minutes, they stopped.
"Crash!" The black cloth in front of her eyes was torn off, and the light shone in, making it impossible for her to open her eyes.
She blocked the light in front of her eyes with her hands, and then she realized that she was standing in a small room.
There are stone walls all around, and it looks like a cave.
Sitting in front of me was a man in his thirties, slightly fat, wearing a leather jacket and sitting with his legs crossed.
There was a gold chain as thick as a finger around his neck and a big gold watch on his wrist.
His hair was shiny and greasy, and a cigar was smoking between his fingertips.
He stroked his sparse beard and examined it carefully: "The owner has brought it here? No one has noticed, right?"
Brother Long stepped forward quickly and said, "Don't worry, brother. We are all blindfolded on the road."
Jiang Manyue looked at the other three people around her, and their goals should be the same as hers.
That’s right, this should be the den where counterfeit clothes are sold in the market.
After the boss glanced at several people, he didn't seem to have any doubts.
"Xiaolong, you know the rules. Ask them to take the goods and send them away immediately."
"The big boss from Beijing is coming today, and we can't delay the big business."
"Don't worry, big brother!" Brother Long said, looking at Jiang Manyue and the others: "Follow me."
He called to the four people and pushed open the door next door with a warning.
"Behave yourself for a while, take your things and don't walk around."
"If you dare to play tricks by touching or looking around, you'll be fine, okay?"
"Yes!" Jiang Manyue responded calmly and walked forward behind him.
The corridor was very wide and clear mechanical sounds could be heard faintly.
We came to a hall with more than a dozen sewing machines.
The workers were making clothes with their heads down, and batches of finished clothes were thrown casually on the ground.
Jiang Manyue covered her nose; the low-quality fabric gave off a pungent smell.
I didn't expect it to be on such a large scale. It's not something a small workshop can do.
No wonder they agreed to her request for a thousand pieces of clothing. These people's assembly line can probably produce hundreds of pieces every day.
Bags and cheap leather shoes were placed together in a disorderly manner, and there were clothes of all styles and brands.
The scene is simply shocking and breathtaking.
There were two rooms next door, and the smell of alcohol wafted over from them.
The curtain next to it was slowly opened, revealing various wine bottles on the ground.
Several people wearing masks were filling it with liquids of various colors.
Jiang Manyue recognized the logo on the bottle at a glance, it was foreign red wine and domestic Moutai liquor.
The bottles were then refilled with fake wine and quickly became valuable items for sale.
The other room seemed even more mysterious, and she took advantage of everyone's rush to buy clothes.
Find an opportunity to go to the closed door of the room and see the amazing scene through the gap.
Seven or eight people were sitting in front of the machine, manually cranking it and rolling something.
Various types of tobacco were placed on the table, and cigarettes were rolled by hand and machine.
A man in blue work clothes was sitting there giving a lecture.
But this voice made her feel very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.
"This batch of cigarettes and alcohol is well-made, and you can't tell it's fake at all."
"Look at this cigar and this cigarette. They have to be made exactly the same."
"Hurry up, the big boss who's going to pick up the goods will be here soon."
He slowly and methodically put the rolled cigarettes into the box and packed them skillfully.
The cardboard boxes next to it were all filled with packed cigarettes.
There were seven or eight boxes of expensive imitation cigarettes.
The moment the man turned his head, Jiang Manyue quickly took two steps back.
Her breathing stopped, she recognized the man's face.
It was none other than Ma Xiangyang.
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