Yang Geyong naturally couldn't bear this anger, but he hadn't come up with any good idea yet. But there was one thing he could be sure of, that is, this matter had nothing to do with Lao Wang.
If Yang Geyong found the crux of the matter, he would definitely not sit still and wait for death. If Yang Geyong did not take money seriously before, then he is now full of desire for money.
Although the main theme of this era is still a job of iron rice, Yang Geyong already understands the role of money. In short, no matter what you do, the final result is to get this thing.
Their savings have reached six figures, which is definitely a rare occurrence in the northern border of that era. He can buy things for Zhao Linger without any scruples, help Rose's family become rich. He also has his own home, so that his parents don't have to dig food in the soil all day long.
So at dawn the next day, he set off quietly. This time he didn't plan to purchase goods, just to see why this old Wang was so rampant?
It was late today that he was trying to intercept Lao Wang and the others. See what methods did this bastard use to support the little beard? After Lao Wang's jeep was stolen by him, the guy simply changed to another truck. The business he had over the years was indeed not something that Yang Geyong could compete with alone for several months.
The road from Horgos to Yining is also sparsely populated. Apart from the two fixed shuttle buses every day, it is difficult for even herders to see along the way.
The Sixty-Two Regiment arrived near the port, but there was still a distance from the highway. Yang Geyong parked his car on the Gobi Desert, facing the road, looking at the watch, it was almost time. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Lao Wang's car usually had to be transported twice a day, and the first trip was around four o'clock.
Sure enough, within a while, a roaring Gas truck rushed over from a distance with black smoke. If you didn't see the truck clearly, you could think of it as a steam locomotive on the railway.
But when the car was about to drive nearby, Yang Geyong stepped on the accelerator and suddenly stepped on the highway. The truck driver did not expect that a car would rush over like this. After a while of rush, he stepped on the brakes.
The vehicle stopped, and the driver and Vasily jumped out of the car cursingly. The driver was holding a big wrench in his hand. Judging from the posture, he was really going to give Yang Geyong some advice. Yang Geyong didn't even get out of the car. If there was no gun, he wouldn't take the four of them seriously.
When the two rushed to the jeep, Varissi felt something was wrong. The car was too familiar. When he saw Yang Geyong sitting in the car window, he turned around and ran away.
Yang Geyong shouted softly: "Stop it. I won't hit you today, just want to know what's going on?"
Vasily stopped when he heard this and replied bitterly: "Friend, these are all things that are not my business. They are all done by the boss."
Yang Geyong said coldly: "Why do they just stare at me without caring about Lao Wang and the others receiving the goods? Aren't they afraid that I will make trouble?"
Vasily shook her head in fear: "Lao Wang is a trading company! The company's goods transaction volume is unrestricted."
Yang Geyong instantly understood that he didn't make a fuss yesterday. Maybe he was just waiting for him to make a fuss. It seems that the bearded man was giving in yesterday and was just putting a trap on him. Once he really struggled, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The matter was clear. Yang Geyong was not so stupid as to hijack the truck again. If he really dared to do that, he would never get rid of it. Don’t look at the jeep, it was because they were going to deal with him, and Jiang Buer, the witness. Besides, this kind of car is not worth anything here. Ye Yuze could exchange it for two boxes of white wine. He didn’t take it seriously.
After letting Vasily go, Yang Geyong did not enter the market. Instead, he drove to Jiangbuer's house. The day before yesterday, he said he would help him receive the goods. There were many people in the Jiangbuer tribe, so he could just take the goods separately. That would not attract attention.
Jiang Buer hasn't come back yet. Only Ayina is left at home. Seeing Yang Geyong smiling, she ran over and hugged Yang Geyong's arm. This girl is now even more intimate to Yang Geyong than her brother.
My brother knows to drink every day when he comes back, and he has to serve him when he gets drunk. He never cares if Ayana is tired. And Yang Geyong will help Ayana every time he comes. If he hadn't known that Yang Geyong had a partner, Ayana would have confessed her love long ago.
Even now, Ayana has not given up on Yang Geyong. Kazakhs dare to love and hate, and never hide her feelings. She only restrains herself by knowing that Yang Geyong’s heart is not on her.
"Brother, why are you back so early today? Where is Jiang Buer?" Ayana chirped like a little bird, and she didn't stop her mouth when she saw Yang Geyong.
Yang Geyong reached out to rub her head in a doting way, and reached out to take out some things from the car. He brought Ayana a few scarves and a makeup box.
At that time, there was no complete set of cosmetics in China, and this kind of cosmetics was smuggled from Hong Kong and Taiwan. Someone took it to Shihezi to sell it, but when Rose saw it, it was collected.
How can girls not love beauty? Although Ayana is born with beauty and her fair and delicate skin can be broken, this small and exquisite makeup box also makes her sigh.
"Brother, you are so good!" Ayana couldn't help but pounce on Yang Geyong's arms and acted coquettishly.
Several passing little balang saw Ayana doing this and kept clamoring outside: "Ayana is going to be someone else's sheep jar!"
Ayana was angry and anxious, and picked up the soil and rubbish and smashed them. Several little balangs scattered, and ran away while shouting: "Ayana is going to be the sheep jar of Han balang!"
Yang Geyong didn't say anything. Yang Gangzi meant his wife in Hayu, so he couldn't accept this. If he really dared to marry Ayana back, Zhao Ling'er would have to kill him.
The Kazakhs' habit is that as long as someone comes to their home, no matter when, hot milk tea, fragrant naan and baoersak are essential. Not to mention guests like Yang Geyong.
Yang Geyong was tired after driving for several hours. After drinking a cup of milk tea, he lay down and fell asleep. Ayana sat there and looked at him without blinking.
The things that Kazakh women with silk scarves are not only decorations, but also used to block wind and sand. And these two lines of Yang Geyong are obviously not from the northern border, and the silky and delicate style must be from the best silk in the south.
Ayana caressed her with love. Gradually, a hint of sadness rose in her eyes. Love may be like this. When you love him, he loves other people. When he turns to look for you, you can no longer love him.
Chapter completed!