You can't just put this on my forehead, can you?
The driver thought to himself.
The smile on his face never faded, as if afraid that his ancestor hadn't kicked the door enough and would kick it back.
"Cover this, just cover it up."
Ruan Xianxian held the tickets down with one hand, took the official seal out of her mouth, and stamped it into the blank space...
The Indonesian official seal, which had been used to remove the seal, left only a faint imprint on the paper. She looked dissatisfied, but the driver quickly snatched it away.
What if they're not satisfied with finding the official seal, and then dismantle the office again under the pretext of finding Indonesia? Who will take responsibility for that mistake?
"That's good enough. Well then, Ruan Zhiqing, we're heading back now. See you later!"
A hint of regret flashed in Ruan Xianxian's eyes, making the driver's heart skip a beat.
She said "wait a minute," then wiggled her short legs to find her backpack, took out the small packages inside, and handed them to the driver.
"This is for Director Jia, these are for the girls at the Lakeside Hotel, give them to Lin Man, she knows how to distribute them, and this is for Section Chief Lu."
Finally, I'd like to trouble you to make a trip to the textile factory. Give this largest package to my sister Guan Yan; her name is on it.
The driver clicked his tongue and took them one by one. "Listen to this network of connections," he thought. "No wonder the commune secretary's office can be demolished so easily."
"become."
As they spoke, the two walked downstairs side by side, with the stevedores following behind. They passed by Xiang Hongjun, whose face was clouded with anger, but ignored him completely.
"Director, what do we do next?" Xiao Wang looked at Ruan Xianxian leaving with an embarrassed expression, then looked at the secretary's office that had been smashed to pieces, his mouth almost blistered with anxiety.
You ask him, who did he ask the Red Army for?
After a moment's thought, he said, "When the secretary comes back, tell the truth: who is the culprit and who did he ask to find? Do you know that scoundrel?"
The educated youth settlement in Pingtou Brigade—the person isn't there; we're looking for them at their parents' house.
After saying that, he walked away as if nothing had happened, only to turn back and subtly curl the corner of his mouth. He needed to make some achievements as soon as possible to lay a good foundation for taking over as secretary.
At the corner, Ruan Xianxian showed off her wristwatch, and after making sure the driver saw it, she lowered her voice and asked, "Brother, is this easy to sell in the south?"
The driver's eyes flashed, "Smuggled goods?"
"Genuine products. The serial number of each watch can be checked and repaired by professionals."
The products purchased from the online store will appear in a way that seems reasonable but is actually quite illogical.
For example, with watches, the serial number can be used for lookup.
The driver looked away. "Comrade, the first problem is that there's a shortage of genuine goods, and the second is that they don't have an advantage in the underground market. Why wouldn't people buy from a shopping mall if they're paying the same amount of money?"
"Bring me your counterfeit goods, and I can take a look."
Ruan Xianxian understood immediately: smuggled goods were highly profitable and offered greater room for manipulation.
They all end up on the black market. Even if you say the watch is genuine, buyers might not believe you. It's okay to sell to individual buyers who urgently need it, but large suppliers in the south only sell grey market goods.
It has some of the prototypes of Huaqiangbei in later generations.
[Does the store sell counterfeit goods?]
365: ? ? ?
Do you want to listen to what you're saying?
"Comrade, how about this piece you're selling?" the driver suddenly asked.
Ruan Xianxian: "Didn't you say you didn't want it?"
The driver chuckled, "You asked me about the South, and I'd answer that it's the South with its smuggling markets across the strait. In the North, whether it's legitimate or smuggled goods, as long as it's good, there's no shortage of outlets."
"Okay, if you're so determined, go to Gou Niao Tai Hutong at 8 pm tonight and find a guy named Jia Ming. He'll tell you the details."
Drivers who are introduced by acquaintances are not afraid of being entrapped by law enforcement; they have their own way of judging people when they are out and about.
After calculating the time, I figured I could make it. If all else failed, I could just drive straight back without resting at night.
The two looked at each other, their expressions revealing unspoken understanding.
Ruan Xianxian secretly rubbed her hands together. This was a big fish. She could take the goods and distribute them all over the country without worrying about the system's products flowing into one place in a short period of time and arousing the suspicion of the military.
I walked down the stairs and watched the truck leave. I checked my watch and saw that there were still two hours until the commune closed. I decided to go find her liaison officer and chat for a couple of cents.
The door closed, and a buzz of discussion immediately filled the commune, with everyone debating where this jinx had come from.
This is exactly the result Ruan Xianxian wanted. She's already at max level, and it's too much trouble to level up one by one. She might as well choose a big one, so that the smaller fish and shrimps below won't dare to cause trouble.
Just as she had guessed, Secretary Zheng and his lover did not return by the time she got off work, so Ruan Xianxian took a stroll around the backyard.
Mu Xia and Chu Li were repairing an oil press, and they were covered in machine oil.
After asking around, they learned that the repairs wouldn't be finished today, so the two of them wouldn't be returning to the educated youth settlement tonight; they would continue early tomorrow.
Zhao Di was too lazy to go back to the dormitory, so she simply stayed at the commune as well.
As the weather warms up, you can sleep on a simple bed.
Ruan Xianxian greeted everyone, then strolled out of the commune with her crossbody bag slung over her shoulder. Instead of taking the proper path, she headed straight for the woods, making constant sucking noises.
Finally, an impatient voice came, "What are you doing, making that 'sucking' sound like a dog?"
Ruan Xianxian looked up in surprise. Two meters away, on a small tree about the size of a bowl, was a weasel. Look at its familiar fur color and its cute big eyes...
It was definitely the second uncle she was looking for.
She couldn't help but ask, "Second Uncle, do I look like a billionaire or a high-ranking official?"
Weasel: ? ? ?
She scurried down the tree, too lazy to bother with this lunatic, and squatted on the ground, wagging her tail impatiently. "Grandma Bai said you were running around the village looking for me last night. Is something wrong?"
White...white milk, are you referring to the giant hedgehog in the village that has lived for a very long time?
She didn't see it! Damn it, she completely missed out on a great opportunity.
Ruan Xianxian patted her satchel, gesturing for him to jump in, "Going into town? We can talk on the way."
Uncle Er, disgusted by the smell of duck droppings emanating from his bag, jumped onto Ruan Xianxian's shoulder.
After walking a distance, she used the excuse of needing to defecate to park the "Jia Ming's Special Jeep" on the village road.
She can understand animal language; what if someone can understand it too?
Or what if Uncle Er gets replaced one day?
Ruan Xianxian wouldn't take any risks, even if they were facing animals that couldn't speak, except for her own little darlings, of course.
This guy stared blankly at the freshly made puddle in the pit... Could she have already gone this far?
Hmm, animals have such sensitive noses, it's definitely not what she wanted...
Sure enough, after returning home, the second uncle refused to jump onto his shoulders again. Once in the car, the second uncle was very curious about this steel behemoth, touching and sniffing it here and there.
"The last time I rode in one of your human modes of transportation was in a horse-drawn carriage. By the way, what do you want from me?"
Ruan Xianxian, gripping the steering wheel, sighed. Instead of speaking directly, she recalled that when she asked if there was any treasure in the village last time, her second uncle changed the subject.
This time she was smarter; she whetted the little weasel's appetite before pitifully telling him the truth.
"The old village chief boasted that he would blow me up with homemade explosives one day, and told me to wait and see."
Second Uncle, are you a spirit? When the village chief tries to blow me up with explosives, can you shield me?
The little weasel stared at her, remained silent for a moment, and said, "The shamanic tradition is almost extinct. How can you tell I'm a deity?"
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