Zhang Han was a little confused. His original plan had gone awry. What should he do now?
He immediately took out his cell phone and was about to send a message to Li Fan, but then he realized that this was inappropriate.
If there is surveillance in the room, the other party will definitely stare at him closely to see what he is doing at this moment?
How could anyone send a message about such an urgent matter?
"Yes! This way..."
Zhang Han had some concerns and dialed Li Fan's phone number.
The phone was connected, and Li Fan's voice rang, "Hey, how are you?"
"Boss, something happened!" Zhang Han said anxiously.
Li Fan: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Han: "I paid the money according to the steps you mentioned. After I went to the restaurant to eat and came back, I didn't see anything under the bed. What does this mean? Is it because it's my first time here, or what happened?"
Li Fan: "How could this happen? I will discuss it with the captain now. You should act according to the situation and don't alert the enemy."
Zhang Han: "Okay, okay...I'm going to go find the monk who collected the money and ask, what do you mean, do you still want to take advantage of others?"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Han was quite satisfied with his performance.
If someone was really monitoring him, they would definitely think that Zhang Han was here to buy goods under orders, not to enforce law and order.
He then showed a fierce look, walked out of the room, and walked towards Sanjin's courtyard.
After entering the courtyard, Zhang Han followed him to the Zhaitang.
There are four monks left eating at the moment, two in their forties and two in their thirties.
Zhang Han walked up to the two forty-year-old monks in a few steps and said anxiously: "Two masters, where is the oldest master just now?"
"Is the donor talking about senior brother Mingkong?" a monk said.
"It should be... the oldest one sitting here when we were eating just now..." Zhang Han said.
"That's Senior Brother Mingkong's... He should have gone to the Zen room to rest now..." the monk said.
"Where is his meditation room?" Zhang Han asked.
"Just entering the courtyard at the back... But, donor, do you have anything to do with my senior brother?" the monk asked.
"It's a bit urgent, so I can't tell you." Zhang Han asked again, "Which room in the backyard is he in?"
"The first room on the left in the backyard." The monk said.
Zhang Han turned around and left without even saying "thank you".
After all, I am selling contraband, and now I am being hacked. I just say "thank you". Am I such a polite person?
After walking out of the dining hall, Zhang Han went straight to the courtyard. He quickly found the courtyard door, which was closed tightly. There was no one around, but there was a sign beside the door with the words "Tourists Stopped" written on it.
Zhang Han raised his hand and patted the door. Unexpectedly, the door opened as soon as he patted it.
"It's not locked..." Zhang Han muttered, but when he thought about it, he thought, it's only what time, how can it be locked so quickly, it's so inconvenient to get in and out.
Since there was no one around, Zhang Han simply pushed the door open and walked straight to the left as the monk said.
The courtyard at the back is not very big, with a total of five rooms. One in the middle and two on the left and right.
He quickly walked to the first door on the left. The door was closed. Before he could go up and knock on the door, he heard an elder's voice from inside, "Don't worry, there is no room here."
Nothing will go wrong."
Hearing the sound, Zhang Han immediately stepped aside and looked around to check the surrounding situation.
He could definitely tell that this was the voice of the fifty-year-old monk.
"I'm not referring to the side of the bank, but to the boss. If you cut the medicine open, thicken the sugar coating and sell it for takeout, the effect will be significantly reduced. In the past, half a pill was enough, but now one pill is enough. The boss has to rely on this with great difficulty.
It occupies more than 80% of the market in Hong Kong. If there is a problem with the effect and the share is lost, the consequences will be very serious!" This is the voice of a middle-aged man.
"Can you blame us? We all work hard for the boss, working hard and working hard for him with our heads in our hands. What will happen to us? Those captains can make 1,500 to 2,000 yuan by selling a pill. We can only share it if we sell so much.
How much money did you get? I shaved my hair and stayed in this old temple all day long. I didn’t meet a few women all year round. Even people my age can’t stand it, let alone those young ones!” said the fifty-year-old monk.
Said angrily.
"Don't complain to me. What I said doesn't count. As far as I know, the boss will come over in the next two days to check it in person. You should hurry up and get ready, but don't do anything else!" said the middle-aged man.
"The medicine I got back the day before yesterday has been modified by me...if you check it one by one...it will definitely not pass the test..." the fifty-year-old monk said in embarrassment.
"How can the boss inspect each grain one by one...if he has that skill..." the middle-aged man said.
"I'm definitely trying my best...but...if I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm just afraid of what might happen..." said the fifty-year-old monk.
"You, you... why don't you have a clear mind... If you have to muddle through the examination... you can't think of other ways... Mud! You have many ways to make extra money!
"The middle-aged man said with a tone of hatred that iron cannot become steel.
"Is there any other way..." the fifty-year-old monk said.
"Just take out the ones that haven't been changed... Just say they're sold for the rest... Just give the money to the boss..." the middle-aged man said.
"I took a total of 50 million in goods this time, and I have already changed half of it, which is 25 million... How can I give so much money to the boss at once..." said the fifty-year-old monk.
"You have made a lot of money, how could you not even be able to get out 25 million?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I haven't even worked on this business for the first half of the year. Of the money I earned, 20% was given to you, Lao Wang and I each received 20%, and the other 40% was shared with others. This is a bit of money, but it is spent lavishly...
…A while ago, my wife just bought a house… I don’t have much money left in my hand… I guess the others are about the same… Otherwise, you can lend me some…” said the fifty-year-old monk.
"I don't have much money now. If I say more, I can get you three million. For the rest, you can figure out a way on your own. If there is no other way, let's die together!" said the middle-aged man.
"This...even if I want to sell the house, I can't sell it right away...the people under me can't let them know...at most, I can inform Lao Wang. I don't know how much money he can come up with.
...Ask him first..." the fifty-year-old monk said.
"Hurry up! Get the money together quickly. When the boss comes, at least he will fool him first," the middle-aged man said.
"I'll make a call right now..." the fifty-year-old monk said.
Soon, Zhang Han heard the voice of a fifty-year-old monk, "Old Wang, something big happened... It seems that our reprocessing was discovered by the boss... Lao Zhu said that the boss will come to inspect the goods in the next two days.
... There is only one way, and that is to hide the reprocessed goods and take out the unprocessed goods for inspection by the boss. If the missing parts are sold, just use money to pay for them... I will say more now
He was able to give out two million, and today he also received a payment of one million, which is three million... Lao Zhu said that he could give out three million, and now he is still short of 19 million... You are not that good either
"More, where is your money... ok, ok, tell me how much you can take out... no more... I understand, get the money as soon as possible..."
