Chapter 128 The Old Man Who Was Assassinated in the Alley
Sang Biao felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his eyes flashed with the burning light of a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep!
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the overwhelming joy that was about to burst forth, his voice trembling slightly: "Comrade Lin! Great! When can we deliver? Where is the goods? If you don't trust me, I can pay half the deposit right now!"
Lin Baozhu did not answer immediately, but turned her head and looked at Lin Erlang beside her. Lin Erlang, holding a wine cup, nodded slightly to her almost imperceptibly.
Having received confirmation, Lin Baozhu turned her head, her smile widening: "Eggs are one mao each, that's six hundred yuan in total. Clothes and shoes are the same price we agreed on earlier..."
"Blouse 1250, shoes 1400, shirt 1000... plus eggs, totaling 4250! Mr. Qiu is generous, and I won't be stingy either! You can decide on the deposit!"
"readily!"
Sang Biao gave a low shout, grabbed his bulging leather bag without hesitation, and pulled out two thick stacks of banknotes tightly bound with rubber bands—brand new 10,000-yuan notes! He slapped the money in front of Lin Baozhu and laughed, "Comrade Lin Die! This is all I brought today, two thousand yuan exactly! Consider it a deposit! The remaining two thousand two hundred and fifty yuan, after you inspect and count the goods, I'll pay you in full immediately, not a penny less!"
A glint flashed in Lin Baozhu's eyes, but her face showed no excitement whatsoever. She reached out and, with an extremely natural movement, scooped up the two heavy stacks of yuan notes, stuffed them directly into her shoulder bag without even glancing at them.
"Mr. Qiu is very generous! It's a pleasure doing business with you!"
Lin Erlang and Lin Sanlang sat to the side, their expressions calm, even leisurely eating the fruit that Lin Ersao had just cut.
This kind of scene was nothing new to these two brothers who had been through the ups and downs of the black market.
Only Lin Ersao, who was peeking out from the kitchen doorway, stared wide-eyed at the two stacks of "huge sums of money" that had vanished in an instant. She almost dropped the spatula in her hand! That...that was two thousand yuan! In her entire life...no, in all eight generations of her ancestors combined, she had never seen so much cash piled up together! Her heart pounded, and only one thought echoed in her mind: Good heavens! This money...it's terrifyingly well-earned!
Her sister-in-law is much smarter than her husband. Following Erlang, you can eat your fill, but following your sister-in-law, you can not only eat your fill, but eat well.
Looking around the surrounding villages, who else could have such a capable and generous sister-in-law? Lin Ersao felt a surge of pride, and her back straightened up a bit without her noticing.
The meal was a pleasant one for both host and guests. After Qiu Sangbiao left, Lin Ersao looked at Lin Baozhu with sparkling eyes, as if she were looking at a hen that lays golden eggs!
Lin Baozhu sat up straight and generously took out five hundred from a stack of money and handed it to Lin's second sister-in-law, chuckling, "Second sister-in-law, take this. This is what I agreed with my second brother. We'll share ten percent of the profits. We're brothers, so don't be shy."
Lin Erlang watched as the young woman slipped money into his wife's hand, a smile flashing in his eyes!
His younger sister...
"Your sister gave it to you, so just take it," he said gently to his still somewhat dazed wife.
Upon hearing this, Lin Ersao happily put the money away. Seeing that it was already late, Lin Baozhu and Lin Sanlang got up and left...
The two rode their bikes towards the rented courtyard...
As the car turned into a quiet, dark alley, Lin Baozhu's ears twitched slightly, and she keenly caught a faint groan that was almost drowned out by the sound of the wind!
"Third Brother, stop for a moment." She patted Lin Sanlang on the back, her voice very low.
"What's wrong?" Lin Sanlang asked, puzzled, and squeezed the brakes to stop the car.
Lin Baozhu didn't explain. She nimbly jumped off the back seat, drew her machete from her waist, tensed her body, and silently rushed into the depths of the dark alley. At the same time, she turned on her flashlight.
A pale beam of light pierced the darkness, instantly illuminating the tragic scene at the end of the alley!
There lay an old man in a faded, patched Zhongshan suit, curled up on the ground, a large patch of shocking dark red blood spreading beneath him! A badly worn old cloth bag lay scattered around him, and several pieces of paper covered in writing lay on the edge of the bloodstain.
Hearing footsteps, the old man struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, his movements extremely weak. Lin Baozhu quickly stepped forward, knelt down, and carefully scanned his body with her flashlight—his abdomen was a bloody mess, and his already worn white shirt was almost completely soaked in blood!
His condition is very dangerous; he has clearly lost too much blood and is about to die!
Without hesitation, Lin Baozhu carefully fed him a capful of spiritual spring water from her portable water bottle using the bottle cap.
The cool water seemed to awaken a sliver of the old man's consciousness; his lips moved, his breath faint, each word as if uttered with the last of his strength:
“Young…comrade…I…I’m from…the Academy of Agricultural Sciences…the things on the ground…must…must not be lost…please…please…take…take to…the…Agricultural Sciences…” Before he could finish speaking, the withered arm that had been trying to point at the paper fell limply to its side…
Lin Baozhu's heart tightened, and she hurriedly reached out to check the old man's breathing—thankfully, he was only in a deep coma! She quickly breathed a sigh of relief.
She immediately used her flashlight to examine the scattered papers. When her eyes swept over the dense data and words like "corn improvement" and "yield increase experiment," her pupils suddenly contracted! These papers were extremely heavy!
These things prove that the old man was not lying!
Lin Baozhu looked up at the unconscious old man, quickly took out a super blood-replenishing pill from her spatial storage, and carefully placed it into the old man's mouth to help him swallow.
At this moment, Lin Sanlang caught up, panting heavily. When he saw the old man on the ground, covered in blood and seemingly dead, he gasped in shock: "Little sister! This...this person is...?"
"He works at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences! He's seriously injured and needs to go to the hospital immediately!" Lin Baozhu spoke quickly, and then bent down to hug him.
"I'll do it!" Lin Sanlang stepped forward, his strong arms steadily lifting the old woman into his arms, saying as he carried her, "It's true you're strong, but you're still a young lady..."
He carried the old man, took long strides, and ran wildly toward the bicycle parked at the alley entrance!
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the military region commander's office was somber.
Qin Haifeng stood ramrod straight before an elderly man in military uniform, whose epaulets spoke of his distinguished status. The old man's face was stern, his hawk-like eyes burning with fierce anger as he stared intently at the soldier standing beside Qin Haifeng, his voice filled with suppressed rage…
"Do you even know who Professor Qiu is?! How important he is to the country?! I entrusted him with secret protection, and what happened?! You! Lost! Him! Under! My! Protection!"
The old commander spoke each word with fury, as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "If anything happens to him..."
"Commander! The responsibility lies entirely with me!"
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