After staying in the guest house for a few days, we sorted out some ideas and made a decision.
That's a bunch of fucking lunatics! A bunch of cult worshipers living in the 21st century!
And we are all normal people, we just want to make money!
July died. His remaining followers tried their best to get the pair of earrings that Li Xian wore. What are they going to do? I don’t know. It has nothing to do with us, because we got a pair of earrings. A large number of priceless cultural relics.
It's not just one or two small things, it's hundreds of high-level cultural relics.
Once this batch of goods is ready, I, Xiang Yunfeng, will become a multi-millionaire!
Maybe, it’s a time bomb you’re holding in your arms!
This batch of goods must not be stored here in Kangding. We don’t want other people in the industry to know the news, and we don’t plan to keep an eye on it every day. So in this case, where is the safer place to store this batch of goods with a total price of over 10 million? ?
After serious discussion in the meeting, I came up with a good idea.
Another day passed.
Next Wednesday is Brother Tian’s wedding day. It was still bright and bright this morning, with light snowflakes floating on the sky. Brother Yu and I wore gloves and covered them tightly to move oranges to a Jinbei truck.
He put his head aside and warned: "Take the highway, you two must be careful on the road. After the goods are settled, go directly to Zhengding. We will meet there. Remember, it is Wednesday, don't delay the business."
"Don't worry, we will definitely arrive on time."
The boss attaches great importance to Brother Tian's marriage. He said that the relationship is here, and none of us can be missing. We must all be there on time.
I also said that next Wednesday, no matter whether it was the north or the south, many very awesome people would come to congratulate me in person, and I would be able to make friends then.
Xiaoxuan coldly shook hands and said, "The road is slippery, Yunfeng, please drive slower on the road."
"Let's go, everyone, go back." I stuck my head out to say hello, and Brother Yu and I drove away in the gold cup.
After walking for a while, I peeled and threw a piece of trousers into my mouth, turned around and said: "Brother Yu, drive slowly, there is plenty of time, we are not in a hurry, you think everyone is still sleeping at this time, this place is quite beautiful .”
Brother Yu concentrated on driving. He turned to look out the window and said with a smile: "It's very beautiful."
When I got tired on the road, I slept in the car, not daring to go to the hotel, so I took turns driving, and arrived in Beijing two and a half days later.
We first arrived at Shilihe. At that time, Tianjiao Cultural City was still a construction site, and a large archway was being built and was about to open.
I still remember several painters wearing safety belts while working at high altitudes. The construction site was surrounded by stalls selling various antiques, and no one was paying attention. The queues of these stalls continued to the east of Fangzhuang Bridge.
"Boss, how do you sell this tricycle?"
"This car? 180 yuan."
"So expensive? Look at the tires of this car and the paint is peeling off. Apart from being bigger, how can it be worth 180?"
"Hey, is it expensive? How much do you want to give me?"
I thought for a while and said, "I'll give you 20 yuan then."
"No, no! 25 is too low!"
"This is the lowest, don't tell me anymore! It's 70 yuan, if you think it's okay, just ride away!"
I didn't hesitate, I immediately gave the money and pushed the big three wheels away.
When we came to a remote and uninhabited place, Brother Yu and I quickly transferred the goods from the Jinbei truck to a tricycle, covered it with two layers of raincloth, covered it tightly and tied it up in circles with ropes, and then I rode on the truck.
This batch of goods is very heavy, and the three-wheeled tires are not enough inflated. It is so close from Shilihe to Panjiayuan, and there is only a few minutes in between. I am tired from pedaling all the way.
Brother Yu drove the gold cup and followed closely. He honked the horn from time to time and made me angry and yelled.
I was sweating all over while riding a tricycle to Panjiayuan. It was around 5:30 in the evening, and the Panjiayuan market had just closed. Many people who had just closed their stalls were walking on the road pushing tricycles like mine.
I joined the large group of tricycles and followed them into the parking shed of the Warwick community opposite the market.
I said hello loudly: "Sister! Let's store the car!"
