books44 Chapter 411 Boom... It finally exploded.
Chapter 411 Boom... It finally exploded.
"The smell is getting stronger, it should be up ahead..." Ding Dana closed his eyes slightly, snorting loudly. "Hmm, the smell of diesel, mixed with the smell of flour, a bit like the Chengfeng Flour Mill in Quancheng, that's right! This tastes authentic!..."
"Hey, let me tell you, the building at Chengfeng Flour Mill is really tall, over 30 meters! It's a pity that Xiao Jiang was in a rush last time and didn't see it..."
Seeing Ding Dana's blissful expression, Old Wang, somewhat speechless, pulled him down to squat down.
"Can't you use your eyes just because you have a nose? Look where you are!"
Ding Dana looked closely and realized, "Hey, isn't this the small warehouse of the steel rolling mill?" The two Yellow River trucks he had brought over were parked in front of the warehouse. Several workers were unloading flour from the truck beds.
I could vaguely hear the leader yelling: "Hey, all of you, be gentle! Don't break the flour sack! It'll be enough to make a pair of pants for the little brat at home if you alter it!"
"Hey you over there, it's not easy for Xiao Jiang to bring this stuff back. Slow down, all that flying flour is enough to make a pot of mixed flour steamed buns!"
Old Wang led the guards to stop outside the boundary between light and darkness, and quietly squatted down.
Are you sure that thing is inside?
"Definitely! Didn't you smell that peculiar stench? Whoever stole this thing is an idiot; if it were me, I'd run straight to the toilet..."
"Tsk, who would have thought you had such a dog's nose..."
Liu Hongjun slowly moved closer: "Chief, what should we do? Should we take them all down at once and then search them slowly?"
“No... There have been several cases of cornered dogs resorting to desperate measures. Hongjun, be quick-witted, call two people over first. Lao Ding, if that person stole it, they'll definitely smell. If you think it's that person, give them a look.”
"Row……"
So Liu Hongjun went over and greeted the foreman, then made up a few excuses to let Ding Dana identify the workers unloading the goods one by one.
As time went on, only two people remained in the small warehouse at the scene.
"Hey? Who's that guy with four pockets? Someone's come in, didn't you register?" Old Wang, with his sharp eyes, spotted a man who stood out from his fellow workers.
The man was shaking hands warmly with one of his coworkers when he turned into the truck bed, leaving only his shiny leather shoes visible.
Four pockets?
Liu Hongjun recalled for a moment, then shrugged with a wry smile: "Director, you know perfectly well that our pots are foreign exchange products. Every day, there are so many people from four different pockets coming to the factory to handle the relevant procedures. How could we possibly recognize them all..."
"However, we have strictly checked all the procedures, and everyone who is allowed in is compliant and qualified!"
Old Wang shook his head speechlessly upon hearing this. There was nothing he could do; exporting goods was just too much of a hassle. He didn't know when it started, but every pot had to be labeled and have its factory number registered by the foreign trade department; sometimes the products were even subject to random inspections. It was such a hassle!
The Ministry of Foreign Trade is actually in a difficult position regarding this matter; some allied countries are masters of extortion. Every now and then, some clueless individuals will embezzle the goods delivered and then claim they weren't shipped. Or they'll claim something went wrong en route, the vehicle was destroyed, and the goods were lost, demanding a replacement.
At first, the relatively naive foreign trade staff genuinely thought they were overwhelmed with work. After all, all kinds of pots were selling so well that it was understandable to miss a few orders without a well-established foreign trade system.
Or perhaps you think you're just incredibly unlucky. After all, transportation these days is prone to all sorts of accidents. Cars can overturn, trains can derail, and even airplanes, which are always touted as safe, can inexplicably crash headfirst.
Yes, these are definitely not the work of Lubyanka and Commissioner Smith.
In keeping with the generous attitude of being all brothers in the alliance, we will compensate all the little rabbits together.
Because a certain nerdy engineer initially set the selling price of these pots extremely high, there was still a slight surplus after all the back and forth. Of course, this surplus refers to "bartering." The naive little rabbits were more than satisfied with being able to exchange a pot for grains ten times the volume of the pot.
However, all of this changed when a blonde woman, who was trying to avoid being confined and was constantly moving between Chinese embassies and consulates abroad, discovered that there were many unbranded air fryers, electric pressure cookers, and even electric frying pans and rice cookers on the European market. The naive newcomers to foreign trade realized that they had been outmaneuvered!
The naive foreign trade novice instantly turned into a red-eyed naiveté, baring its front teeth, ready to unleash a rabbit-kicking-eagle move to teach those guys a lesson.
But it's not easy to turn against them now; regaining their legitimate seat is still quite important.
So these red-eyed little white rabbits went to ask the black-skinned red-hearted rabbits for advice for a while. The two groups came up with a solution that was not ideal: each pot would be labeled at the factory! At the same time, they would strictly follow the principle of "grain first, pot second" in the transactions.
If you find a pot with a special marking on it in the market, you'll write it down in your notebook.
It should be noted that China's five thousand years of history are written in only a few pages in history books, but modern history is described in hundreds of pages.
Adding dozens more pages after these hundreds of pages wouldn't seem out of place.
Now that we have a solution, someone has to implement it. The workers at the steel rolling mill are already working hard enough. Besides, wouldn't it be a waste of their normal working time to ask them to add a marking process?
So the foreign trade department, which evolved from a white rabbit to a red-eyed white rabbit, took on this extra work. But at this time, the foreign trade department had a big name, but very few people.
Think back to those days, what could you possibly sell? It was perfectly normal to have so few people. Foreign trade and diplomacy were inseparable, so every now and then, diplomats with four pockets would come into the factory to do related work.
Isn't that normal?
But when the foreman told Lao Wang that the four pockets belonged to Shuxin, who used to work in the factory, then something was amiss.
Especially since the person he was talking to was a disciple surnamed Jia, who was an eighth-level master, it was even more unusual.
"Comrade, isn't that guy surnamed Jia busy polishing workpieces with his master? Why is he here mixing flour in the middle of the night?"
"Hey! I don't know either. When I got off work, he came over and said he wanted to come and help out that night. I didn't think too much about it and figured it would be good to have another person, so I called him over."
"King Yama~~ no, Director Wang, is there something wrong with this guy? He looks like a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, right?" The foreman saw Old Wang put on that cold smile again and felt a chill run down his spine.
Hehe, don't be fooled by Lao Wang's goofy appearance while following Jiang Xia around. Don't forget, his original persona was that of a cold-faced devil!
Upright? Ha, is Jia Laoshi the honest one?
Old Wang didn't answer, but asked the guards to take the group of workers away. He took out a pair of binoculars and climbed up the external staircase of the adjacent factory building with Liu Hongjun.
"Director, are you suspecting there's a big fish in there?"
"Hmm, I'm quite curious how Shuxin managed to slip away from Big Guy. Also, these two guys don't get along well with our Engineer Jiang, even though Jiang Xia doesn't give them a second glance..."
"Then what are we waiting for! Let's take them to the interrogation room first!" Upon hearing that the Jiangxia brothers were involved, Hongjun immediately bared his teeth. He even had a plan for the methods he would use later.
"Don't rush, let's see what they're up to. Like rats in a rice jar, they can't escape..."
"Hmm? Why does that piece of paper that Jia Laoshi handed over look so familiar? It's so white..."
Old Wang pondered for a moment, then his eyes widened instantly: "Damn! How does he have special paper for little brats... I can't wait any longer, send the signal and get him!"
Old Wang grinned, his lips twisting into a crooked dragon king's mouth. "Hmm, what are they up to now? A lighter? Are they trying to destroy evidence?"
"action!"
"boom……"
First came a muffled but penetrating thud, followed by a powerful gust of air that exploded inside the warehouse with lightning speed.
The flour particles, which were originally suspended in the air, were instantly ignited by this airflow, turning into a blazing fireball. The fireball expanded rapidly at an astonishing speed, but fortunately, there wasn't much to burn in the metal warehouse, and the two Yellow River trucks were quite a distance apart, so the flames came and went quickly.
Only two charred torches remained at the scene.
Propelled by the powerful air pressure, Lao Wang and the Red Army rolled down the stairs like a ball.
"Holy crap, a suicide squad, how much TNT are they carrying?!"