After waiting for a while, no three people came near. Ling Jiang couldn't help but whisper to Ling Chuan, "Chuan Zi, is it them?"
"Yes, it was the one on the left who came to watch just now. Brother, don't be afraid. If they dare to grab it forcefully, we will fight them."
"OK."
On the other side, three social youths with malicious intentions were also discussing in low voices.
"Brother Qiang, they have guys, and they don't seem to be easy to mess with. Why don't we withdraw?"
"I'm afraid of birds. They have guys, but we don't? It's the Chinese New Year. If we don't make some money, what will happen during the Chinese New Year? Give it to me!"
At the leader's signal, the three of them showed their weapons.
There are daggers and switchblade knives.
Having been accustomed to touching their hands since childhood, the Lingchuan brothers both had very good eyesight. Although they were separated by a long distance and the street lights were dim, they could both clearly see the guy in the other's hand.
For a moment, both brothers became nervous.
Three young men holding sharp weapons slowly approached the truck, and one of them even made a vicious threat.
"If you know what you're looking for, hand over your money and car keys. We're not smart with the knives we have. If we accidentally make a cut or hole in your body, don't blame us for being ruthless."
Growing up, this was the first time for the two brothers to face such a battle. It would be a lie to say they were not afraid.
But thinking of the goods behind him and his wife who was still waiting for him at home, Lingchuan suddenly felt bold and courageous.
He raised the wrench in his hand and yelled: "Stop, if anyone dares to take a step forward, I will be rude to him!"
Although Ling Jiang was scared, he still tried his best to remain calm and stood beside Ling Chuan, waving the hammer in his hand at the three of them, as if he wanted to fight the other party desperately.
As the saying goes, every inch grows stronger.
Although the knife is sharp, it is a bit too short compared to the long-armed hammer and wrench.
If it were a head-to-head confrontation, they might not have a chance of winning.
For a moment, the three social youths did not dare to step forward rashly.
Seeing this, Lingchuan immediately said: "We are just working for the boss. The car keys are with the boss. The boss is sleeping in the hotel now. Even if you put us two down, you can't move the cargo away."
Upon hearing this, the three people's faces clearly showed disappointment.
"This car doesn't belong to you?"
"We are just following the boss's orders. We are here to keep the goods. The car keys are not with us."
Lingchuan knew very well that wealth should not be revealed, so every time he came to Urumqi to get goods, he wore old clothes and old shoes, and carried an old canvas bag that had been used for more than ten years. At first glance, he looked like a poor man with little money.
"Brother Qiang, what should I do? I can't get the car away without the car key."
The man who was called Brother Qiang was obviously not willing to leave empty-handed. He stared at the two Lingchuan brothers fiercely, "What kind of goods are loaded in the car?"
"They're all stock from the factory for sale, they're worthless."
Afraid that the three of them would not believe it, Lingchuan directly dragged a sack from under the tarpaulin, tore open the cotton thread at the mouth of the sack two or three times, grabbed a handful of gloves from inside and threw it to the ground.
When the three of them saw it, their faces turned dark.
These things can still be sold for some money in Jiang City, but in Urumqi, where the knitting industry is everywhere, they are just garbage, given away for free and no one wants them.
"Damn! It's so unlucky that I met two poor people. Let's go and go back to sleep!"
Seeing the three people walking away while cursing, Lingchuan's heart gradually relaxed.
After putting the sacks away again, the brothers leaned against the carriage as if exhausted.
"Kawako, they won't come back, right?"
"Probably won't come back."
Hearing this, Ling Jiang threw away the hammer in his hand, reached into his back, touched a handful, and showed it to Ling Chuan, "Look, I'm covered in cold sweat all over my back."
Lingchuan smiled bitterly with lingering fear, "Me too, my back is all wet."
At this moment, Ling Jiang particularly missed the bathhouse that was not open at night. "It would be great if the hotel's bathhouse was open during the day. I would definitely soak in it for an hour."
"Brother, when you go back this time, I'll ask you to go to the bathhouse and give your back a good rub."
"Okay."
After a moment of silence, Ling Jiang turned to look at his younger brother, "Kuanzi, weren't you scared just now? I was really afraid that you would rush up and fight them desperately on impulse."
"Why aren't you afraid? If you are not careful, your life may be on your hands here. But I think of Momo at home. She believes in me so much and gives me money to do business. I can't let her down."
Ling Jiang sighed, "Yes, we are where we are today because of the favor of our younger siblings. But Kawako, next time something like this happens, don't take such risks as you did today."
If you lose your money, you can still make it again, but if you lose your life, there is no regret medicine. Think about it, what will your siblings do in the future if something happens to you?"
After hearing what his eldest brother said, Lingchuan also realized that he was a little impulsive.
If he really has a bad relationship, not only will he no longer be able to take care of his wife, but he may also become someone else's.
His wife is still so young and she cannot remain a widow for him for the rest of her life.
"Brother, I remember."
Seeing that he had listened to the advice, Ling Jiang didn't say anything more, took out the cigarette bag in his pocket and prepared to smoke a pipe to calm his mind.
Lingchuan took out a photo of himself and his wife from his canvas bag and looked at it intently.
When he is not at home, whenever he is lonely, looking at his wife's photos has become his best pastime, and it is also his spiritual food.
The rest of the night passed smoothly.
It wasn't until the sky started to dim and there were more and more pedestrians on the road that the two brothers dared to take turns getting in the car and squinting for a while.
At around 8 o'clock, Deng Wenbin came with the driver.
The four of them found a place to have breakfast, and then drove to the meeting point agreed upon with Rong Zhengchang.
When they arrived at the place, Rong Zhengchang had already arrived. When they saw Lingchuan and others, they immediately came forward to say hello enthusiastically.
"Brother Ling, have you eaten?"
"Eat them all."
"Okay, let's set off now. It's just over a kilometer ahead. Your car will follow ours."
"good."
Following Rong Zhengchang, Lingchuan and the others soon arrived at the entrance of a factory called Zhuoyi Garment Factory.
Through the gate and factory construction, it can be seen that the scale of this garment factory is not small, and it is not inferior to the knitting factories of yesterday.
Because their car had cargo, they could not drive into the factory. Lingchuan asked Ling Jiang and the driver to stay outside, while he took Deng Wenbin and followed Rong Zhengchang into the factory on foot.
Along the way, Rong Zhengchang reminded Lingchuan about the rules and precautions for picking up goods.
"Getting clothes is different from knitwear. It's not based on the weight, but the number of bags. There are more than ten or twenty pieces of clothing in a bag.
This depends on luck. Some bags are filled with coats or down jackets, so you will make money when you take them back. If you are not lucky, the bags are filled with ordinary cotton clothes and pants. Although you can still make money, it is definitely not as good as coats and down jackets.
many.
One more thing, people in Urumqi have a common problem, cheating. If you come here for the first time, they will definitely ask you for a high price, so please stay silent for a while and just follow me to get the goods. If anyone asks,
I just said you are my son-in-law, do you understand?"
Lingchuan nodded, not showing it on the surface, but looking at Rong Zhengchang with a more thoughtful look.
? ?Second update~
? I wanted to write more, but there was a problem with the computer. I could n’t even go online. I did n’t do it for a long time for a long time. Let me take it after sale, and I will emo.