"Hello, I'm Brother Mao, are you the one from the New Year's goods exhibition this morning?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Wang Shuning said, "Warehouse 19, No. 136, Lane 72, Huaimi District. The delivery will be at 12:00 a.m. today. You are alone, so you can only bring the one from the morning."
"Okay, see you tonight." After hanging up the phone, Tao Zhongxiao looked at the warehouse address written on the paper.
Zhao Gugu stood aside and reminded: "Brother, the distance is a bit far. There seem to be many black warehouses in that place."
Tao Zhongxiao: "Go there early at night and bring a knife with you to prevent being attacked by others."
Zhao Gugu nodded and took note of it.
The so-called black warehouses refer to the fact that most of the warehouses in the surrounding area are often rented by people doing black market business, and they are all short-term leases. After the goods are traded once, the warehouses will be abandoned and no longer used for a long time.
Since the girl chose to deliver the goods there, she must be someone who has been in the underworld for a long time. She said she came from another province and would not stay in Beijing for long, but who knows if it was true.
It would be fine if the transaction goes smoothly, but if it is a fake transaction but they actually want to steal money, then a fight will definitely break out and you must bring weapons.
Wang Shuning, who rented a black warehouse by accident, had no idea what was going on. When it was dark and everyone in his family was asleep, he stared at the time on his watch and quietly jumped out of the window two hours in advance.
By the way, I also brought a kitchen knife and a fruit knife.
After walking away, he pushed the bicycle out of the space and rushed to the warehouse.
He opened the door with the key and then locked it again.
With a wave of his hand, all the food and fruits in the space were transferred to the warehouse. He looked at his watch, it was eleven o'clock, and there was still an hour.
Tao Zhongxiao and Zhao Gugu came to No. 136 in the dark with a beam scale. They did not go through the guardhouse, but climbed over the wall directly.
The dim light from the flashlight was enough to barely make out the numbers on the wall.
Zhao Gugu whispered, "Brother, number 18 is here."
Look around to make sure there's no one else around.
Tao Zhongxiao walked to the door and knocked gently.
Wang Shuning heard the voice and came over, saying in a rough voice, "Who?"
"It's me."
Wang Shuning pulled out the bolt, and the two of them came in and put it back on.
"Everything is here, count it quickly."
Tao Zhongxiao and Zhao Gugu were a little surprised when they looked at the things in the warehouse.
It's arranged quite neatly, it probably won't be something that can be done in one day.
Tao Zhongxiao quickly called his younger brothers to start working.
Half an hour later, looking at the mountain of goods that had barely moved, Tao Zhongxiao shook his head and waved his hands, "No, we can't finish all this stuff in one night."
Wang Shuning frowned. He didn't want to happen again.
Seeing that she remained silent, Tao Zhongxiao asked, "The quantity in each bag is about the same, right?"
Wang Shuning nodded, "The weight is the same, it fluctuates a little bit left to right or up or down, no more, no less."
Tao Zhongxiao thought about it and made up his mind, "Okay, I'll open them all and check them. If there's no problem, I'll just count the quantity and calculate the money. If the weight is higher, I'll just pay according to the round number."
Wang Shuning agreed: "Okay."
There are too many things, and I didn't intend to be too precise.
Tao Zhongxiao and Zhao Gugu quickly began to open the bags for inspection. Some fragile fruits were packed in boxes.
Wang Shuning saw that the tools the two men used to check grain were exactly the same as the tools the staff used to check the quality of wheat when delivering public grain, which was quite professional.
It took three hours just to check and count. After Tao Zhongxiao calculated three times, he said to Wang Shuning, "The total is 13,600 yuan."
Wang Shuning nodded. In fact, she didn’t count carefully. She had picked the fruits dozens of times in the space, so how could she remember them so clearly?
If the amount of money is almost the same, just trade quickly.
Tao Zhongxiao handed the money to Wang Shuning, "You count it."
They were all hundred-dollar bills, so they were counted quickly.
After counting the money and putting it in his pocket, Wang Shuning handed the warehouse key to Tao Zhongxiao, "It's rented for half a month. After you've transported your stuff, just return the key to the guard at the post. He's here during the day."
Tao Zhongxiao stopped Wang Shuning who was about to leave and said, "How about leaving your contact information so we can work together more often in the future?"
Wang Shuning refused directly, "I will leave Beijing tomorrow, and I probably won't come again in the future."
Tao Zhongxiao took the key and said, "You left in such a hurry."
Wang Shuning held the scarf on her face with her hands and said, "The Chinese New Year is only three days away, I have to hurry back."
Looking at Wang Shuning's back as he walked away, Zhao Gugu stopped beside Tao Zhongxiao and asked, "Brother, is there any problem with these things?"
Tao Zhongxiao: "We have checked every bag and box, there won't be any major problems. What I didn't expect was that this girl really dared to come here alone, and she wasn't afraid that we would kill her and rob her."
Zhao Gugu covered his mouth and said, "Brother, you can't say that."
Tao Zhongxiao glanced at him and said, "I'm just talking. I won't do anything that hurts others. I'm afraid of retribution."
Wang Shuning returned home and climbed in through the window. He checked the door lock and found that the note was not there and had not fallen off.
She quickly undressed and lay down on the bed.
The crowing of a rooster woke Wang Shuning up, and he buried his head in the quilt and continued to sleep.
"Where is the kitchen knife, Xiuzhen? Where is the kitchen knife?" Song's mother got up early in the morning to make breakfast. She was going to cut some bacon and cook buckwheat noodles, but she couldn't find the kitchen knife.
Zhang Xiuzhen, who was washing vegetables outside, looked up at the kitchen and shouted, "The kitchen knife is on the shelf."
"No."
Zhang Xiuzhen quickly drained the water from the basket and ran in with the vegetables. "I'll put it on the shelf."
She glanced over and didn't see it, so she asked in confusion: "Why is it gone? The fruit knife is also missing."
Only then did Song's mother think of the fruit knife. She searched the stove but couldn't find it.
I opened the cupboard decisively to check and found nothing was missing.
I opened the rice jar and the flour jar, and there was nothing missing.
Looking at sweet potatoes and corn, there seems to be no shortage of them.
Only the two knives were missing.
Song's mother pointed outside the window and said, "It shouldn't be a thief. Maybe someone sharpened a knife in the yard yesterday and forgot to bring it back. Let's go look for it quickly."
Wang Jianguo and Wang Jianjun, who were getting dressed, were called over to help look for it.
The sound gradually became louder, and Wang Shuning quickly pulled down the quilt covering his head. Oops, he forgot to return the knife.
The whole family has searched everywhere except his own room. If he goes back now, it would be like trying to cover up his guilt.
She simply played dead and pretended she knew nothing.
After making sure the two knives were not found, Song's mother put her hands on her hips and cursed, "Who the hell came to my house to steal kitchen knives?"
After scolding her, she glared at Zhang Xiuzhen and said, "The kitchen window was not closed tightly last night. Someone must have carried the things away with a carrying pole."
Zhang Xiuzhen lowered her head in grievance and left a gap for herself, but she never expected that someone would actually dare to steal things.
It was New Year's Day and everyone in the family was at home. The thief who stole the knife was really too bold.
Luckily, only two knives were stolen. If everything in the kitchen had been stolen, the loss would have been huge.
Wang Shuning, lying on his back with his ears perked up, sat up silently, reached out to pick up the cotton-padded jacket covering the quilt. The kitchen and front door keys were in his pocket. Since no one suspected that he had taken the knife, he just assumed that it was a thief who did it.
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