Tang Yili had made up his mind to fight for a team championship. He would not follow the script or other people's plans to complete a seemingly impossible counterattack.
But the premise is that she needs to find out how the competing fabrics got mixed into the recording scene.
According to Qin Sheng, he had seen the surveillance and found nothing suspicious. Instead, he asked Tang Yili to go home and conduct a self-examination. Tang Yili planned to follow this clue and return to the company to ask questions.
This matter was handled by Wang Jian, so naturally I asked him first.
Wang Jian scratched his head a little after hearing what happened on the TV station, and then recounted everything he knew.
"Each episode of the program has a theme. For example, the last episode was made of woolen products, so I asked the warehouse to prepare several kinds of woolen fabrics in advance, such as black and coffee. The common colors are five.
Prepared."
"We are sponsors, so we can't be accused of being stingy, so we always prepare an extra portion, and they are all new products this year, and the quality is unparalleled..."
Tang Yili asked him to stop. The key thing she wanted to know was how the goods got to the TV station.
"We drove there." Wang Jian said with a question on his face, "Our factory and warehouse are both in the southern suburbs. Just call us and report the item number and quantity, and the people there will ship the goods directly.
"
"We have been delivering goods this way for decades."
Tang Yili bit his lip.
This may be the problem. It has been shipped this way for decades, so no one at the head office knows whether it has been tampered with, let alone checked.
Tang Yili stood up, holding his coat and called the driver to ask someone to prepare the car.
Wang Jian followed: "I'll go with you."
The two got in the car and analyzed it some more on the way.
However, I don't have a clue.
More than an hour later, the car arrived at the Nanjiao Industrial Park, which covers a huge area. Fengtang's factory is in the last area. Because it was newly renovated, the Zhumen compound looks brand new and modern.
There are security checks at the gate and strict management.
Wang Jian got out of the car and had a brief negotiation. The guard's eyes immediately became respectful and cautious, and he quickly let her go.
The black Continental car, followed by a Mercedes-Benz, drove all the way in and finally stopped at the door of the large warehouse. It had simple and rough modern industrial lines and the sound of rumbling machinery behind it.
Tang Yili, who was ten years old, was very familiar with this scene. Rewatching it today, she once again lamented the difficulty of her father starting a business.
"Miss, you are here."
The caretaker's name is Uncle Song. He has worked for the Tang family for nearly thirty years and watched Tang Yili grow up.
"Uncle Song." Tang Yili smiled, "I came here today to see the factory's delivery process, so I won't disturb your work."
"I dare not say that."
"I have long heard that Fengtang is now under the management of the eldest lady. We should cooperate in everything we do."
Song Bo hunched his waist, opened the big iron door, and invited people inside.
The warehouse is as big as half a football field and is four stories high. It has a steel frame inside and layers of finished fabrics are placed, with numbers on them.
Although it is broad daylight, I am afraid that the sun will affect the fading of the fabric. There are few windows inside and the light is not good.
Uncle Song used his flashlight and pointed at a shelf, "This is what was delivered to the TV station that day. All the colors are here."
Tang Yili looked carefully and saw that the outer packaging was all marked with the Fengtang logo, without exception.
"What about loading the car? Who is responsible for loading the car?" she asked.
"It's me too," Uncle Song replied, "Whether we go to the port or the airport, we hire a transportation company. We have been cooperating with it for many years. They always follow orders and carry it, so there shouldn't be any problems."
Wang Jian: "Is there anyone pressing the car?"
Uncle Song shook his head: "This kind of thing like pressing a car...isn't the same as transporting money."
"However, large-scale transportation needs to be inspected at all levels. If the goods are missing one ton and a half tons, the transportation company will have to compensate. But when we went to the TV station, the little goods were not worth much, so there was no one.
After checking, it was found that the guard found a relative's car and took it away directly, giving him 1,000 yuan as a fee for running errands."
Just so casual?
Tang Yili was a little speechless, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't blame the warehouse. It was indeed not a big job, and there was no need to get in and out of the car to check.
But this is how a loophole was exposed.
Tang Yili said that he wanted to meet the guard or contact his relatives to ask if anything special happened during the process of pulling goods.
Uncle Song suddenly looked embarrassed.
"Miss, unfortunately, the guard... is dead."
"died?!"
Tang Yili and Wang Jian said in unison.
One sunny day, a strange smell suddenly came out.
"Don't be nervous, it's not what you think... That guard, Lao Zhang, has advanced gastric cancer and has only half a year left to live. We feel sorry for him and let him live in the factory...
…Finding a truck to transport goods was a bit tricky, so I let him do it.”
"In a few days, there will be no more people."
After saying that, Uncle Song sighed with a little regret.
Tang Yili was speechless for a moment.
Such a dying person should not do anything small for a roll of fabric.
Wang Jian also thought about this and asked, "Is there anyone else in his family?"
"I heard that I have a son who is living in poverty, but no one has seen him."
This clue seems to be broken.
Tang Yili and Wang Jian walked out together, when suddenly a gray-blue bird flew past their eyes and landed on the monitoring railing not far away.
A thought flashed through Tang Yili's mind: "Maybe we can find the car belonging to Lao Zhang's relative."
…
On the way back to the city by car, Wang Jian called the USB flash drive to Tang Yili.
"The contents you asked me to copy in the monitoring room just now are all here. The license plate number of the truck used by Lao Zhang's relatives to pull goods is Bei NK876."
If you want to find the owner of this car, you have to enter the transportation system or the insurance system, which are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Tang Yi is courteous and asks for help.
Go home and ask for it.
Xun Lang worked overtime today, and when he came back, it was past nine o'clock. At this time, he would usually have eaten. Who would have thought that as soon as he walked in, there would be a more sumptuous meal waiting for him.
Tang Yili reached out and took Xun Lang's coat and document bag, "Thank you for your hard work, husband. Do you want to eat first or not?"
Typical Japanese service, quite surprising.
Xun Langzai looked at Tang Yili carefully and chuckled: "If Miss Tang has something to say, why don't you just say it."
Tang Yili pulled Xun Lang to sit down at the dining table, turned on the computer, and played the surveillance video for him to watch.
"This car license plate, can you help me find the owner of the car?"
Xun Lang looked at it seriously: "What are you looking for him for?"
"I want to find out about the fabric change. Can you help me?"
Tang Yili looked at him pitifully.
Xun Lang put his hand on the table, clasped his index fingers, and smiled coldly.