Zhao Bao's friend is Tang Yuan, a free media writer. He usually does some very sharp current affairs news and publishes it on some small portals that need to be diverted. However, because he has a sharp pen and sharp perspective on problems and is sharp and sharp, he is not doing well. He was even prosecuted by the prosecution for maliciously criticizing the Relief Department and was in jail for half a year.

Tang Yuan was a little restrained in front of Zhao Bao because when he was in school, he and Zhao Bao were both famous figures in the school and were known as talented men. But now everyone has entered society, and family factors have played a crucial role. Therefore, the students who were as famous as before can now be said to be in one place in the sky and the other on the earth.

In the coffee shop, Zhao Bao looked at Tang Yuan, who was dressed in shabby clothes, greasy hair, and a literary beard, and asked softly: "Eight children died, where are they?"

"It's in the planned area not far from Songjiang." Tang Yuan replied in a low voice: "The boys are almost not adults, alas, they die miserably."

Zhao Bao was stunned: "Why did that child die in the car?"

"In my experience, these children should have been tied up by human traffickers to sell them. But I don't understand why they died in the car." Tang Yuan rubbed his palms and said with a frown: "But I'm investigating this matter."

Zhao Bao's eyes were bright when he heard the sound, crossed his legs and asked softly: "Do you think this news is a bit a bit?"

"I checked a little news." When Tang Yuan said this, his face was full of confidence again.

...

There is a river in the city near Nanyang Road. It used to lead directly to Songjiang, but now it has been unstoppable. The water in the Hanoi has frozen into ice, covered with snow, and the buildings on both sides have long been dilapidated. The fences are rotten and broken, and the cement is cracked in gentle slopes. No one comes here at all.

A half-new pickup truck was parked on the river bank. Uncle Liu stepped out of the car, took the intercom and shouted: "I'm here, you guys come out."

About seven or eight minutes later, four or five young men walked out of the storehouse on the left side of the river bank and quickly surrounded the car.

"What the hell is going on?" Uncle Liu asked, standing next to the car.

"It's Pei Deyong's people who are playing with the bulk of goods. Many small buyers are looking for quantity, so they go to their place to get the goods." The leading young man whispered: "My brothers have made many appointments, but now they have all been cancelled."

"Did you figure it out? Did Pei Deyong's people enter our ground bulk cargo or were they picked up by someone?" Uncle Liu Zi asked again.

"It was bought by someone over." The young man responded with a serious expression: "No one from them came to sell."

After hearing this, Uncle Liu Zi walked around the place, carefully considered for a while and said, "Then you do this, find a few small buyers who are very close to us, and call the brothers from Pei Deyong who are under the bulk goods. They said that the goods in their hands were not enough to sell, so they asked them to send some and trade them here."

"I'm not sure if they can come to deliver the goods." The young man responded with some inaccuracy.

"If you are lying down below, you can make money anyway." Uncle Liu Zi replied expressionlessly: "Just tell the buyer that if the other party doesn't come, then let him increase the purchase volume."

"Okay, I understand." The young man nodded.

"Let's go to the house for a while." Uncle Liu Zi locked in the car and greeted everyone.

...

At the entrance of a low-end music bar on Nanyang Road.

"Hey?" A young man with white hair, holding a phone in his hand, shouted: "Is there anything I need to ask me for?"

"I heard you are bulky too? Haha, let me share it?"

"Okay, come and pick it up. I'm in the wakawaka bar." The white-haired guy agreed in one go.

"I can't leave now, and I'm waiting for the buyer to pick up the goods." [Xinbiquge www.biqule.co] The other party paused and replied: "Hey, can you send it to me?"

"That won't work. There are words on it, so we won't let us sell it at our own place." The white-haired guy shook his head: "You'd better pick it up by yourself."

"Damn, are your management so strict?"

"This is international management, haha!" the white-haired guy laughed.

"I tell you that the Ma family's goods are limited, and there are only so many in a day, so I'm very out of stock." The other party lowered his voice and said, "You want to be able to deliver them to me. Starting today, I will ask you two boxes of anti-viral medicines a day."

The white-haired guy was stunned: "Can you eat so much?"

"Yes." The other party nodded and replied, "But I'm not very good at going to your side."

"Why?"

"Damn, why did you say? You are all small buyers now. If you meet an acquaintance and tell Uncle Liu Zi and others about this, I will not be able to be a human being." The other party whispered: "After all, I have been working with them for a long time, and I really can't leave now, so I'm waiting for someone to come and distribute the medicine."

The white-haired guy was silent for a few seconds: "You can really eat two boxes, that's more than 10,000 yuan?"

"What if I fool you into winning the award?"

“…Where are you?”

"It's right here in Magou."

"Then we're quite close." The white-haired guy blinked his eyes, licked his lips and said, "Okay, I'll send it to you later. But there's a little bit of it, I have to ask for cash."

"Okay, call me when you arrive."

"Oh, that's it." The white-haired guy lowered his head and hung up the phone.

...

It was around 10:30 pm.

The white-haired guy drove an old cargo van and led his two brothers to Magou and parked the car by the river.

The three of them waited for a while, and two young men walked out of the gambling stall next to them, came to the car and knocked on the window.

The white-haired guy got out of the car and grinned and shouted, "Long time no see?"

"Haha, are you doing well recently?" the young man asked casually.

"It's OK." The white-haired guy came to the back of the van, opened the trunk with gloves, and said, "There are a total of 12,000 yuan. Look at the goods and move them away if you have no problem."

"So anxious?" the young man asked with a smile.

"To be honest, if you hadn't called me, I wouldn't have come here at all, and the above would not allow it." The white-haired guy explained.

"Okay." The young man nodded, turned around and looked at the follower and said, "Please inspect the goods."

The other man came forward when he heard the sound, reached out and opened the box, pulled out two bottles of medicine and glanced at it and said, "No problem."

"The medicine is definitely fine." The white-haired guy grinned his teeth and said, "These are all goods from Fengbei Longxing. The quality is very strong, and it is much better than the ones that are illegally produced by the Ma family..."

"Is that true? Do you know where our Ma family got the goods?"

At this moment, Uncle Liu Zi led seven or eight people and walked up from the back.

The white-haired guy was stunned when he saw Uncle Liu Zi, and suddenly turned around and looked at the little buyer: "Why is he here?"

"Cnm, have you crossed the line?" Uncle Liu Zi roared angrily, and his right hand lit out the big iron stick behind him. His legs stood firmly in the snow, and he smashed it towards him.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound appeared, and the white-haired man was hit with blood on his forehead and fell to the ground with his back.

"Is it a poacher? Is it a good idea to call the buyer? Is it a no limit?!" Uncle Liu Zi swung his big iron stick: "I've got a big b stick. If you don't have the rules, then we won't have the rules to play!"

"Bang, bang bang!"

Uncle Liu Zi held up an iron stick and threw it at the white-haired guy several times. The latter had a broken arm and lay on the snow and shouted: "You're almost done, it's over, right... is it?"

...

Inside the cafe.

Tang Yuan drank coffee and frowned and asked Zhao Bao: "Are you interested in this sensitive news?"

"I want to do something practical." Zhao Bao nodded and responded.
Chapter completed!