Cha Meng thought for a long time and finally made a decision. He shook his head and said to his companion Mi Le: "Forget it, don't move the goods."
"Meng, it's all done anyway. If you don't take the goods, it's free. Let's sell them back. It's worth a lot of money." Mi Le advised.
"Don't use your IQ to speculate on Old Man Kun. If you do something to Xiangnan, you won't offend him. If you do something, you'll be picking up the inside and outside. Once leaked, you won't know how you died." Cha Meng said firmly.
"...Okay." Mi Le didn't try to persuade him again.
"You go with them later and act as a guide." Cha Meng ordered.
"good."
After the two discussed it, they drove towards Yuzhai.
…
evening.
We fished for a day and returned to the village. The entertainment facilities here are limited. Apart from fishing, we basically only commit crimes. So after staying for a long time, we felt damn tired.
I got out of the car quite tired, took off the military hat on my head, bent down and patted the dust on my trouser legs, and prepared to go back and take a shower.
"southward."
Someone shouted in the distance. I turned around and saw it was Cha Meng, and then asked: "What's wrong, Brother Cha Meng?"
"Mr. Kun Li, I want you to come over."
"Oh." I was stunned for a moment, then nodded and replied.
"Let's go, haha." Cha Meng smoked a cigarette and sat at the door. He smiled kindly, and his chubby face looked quite kawaii and cute.
I didn't have time to take a shower, so I went directly to Kun Li's residence. When I entered, he happened to be in the house.
"...Mr. Kun Li." I clasped my hands together without being too foreign, and bent down to say hello to him. There was no way he liked this tone.
"Haha, we went out to play." Kun Li asked with a smile.
"Well, Chaji took us fishing for a while." I said without hesitation.
"sit down."
Kun Li stretched out his hand and said, I turned around and sat on the chair.
"Xiang Nan, you have been in Yuzhai for a while. Since you can stay, Zhang Jun must have told you what he will do next. There are too many of you. If we don't arrange some work for you, there will be gossip below. Kun Li said bluntly.
"I understand, Mr. Kun Li. If you have something to do, just give me your instructions." I said preparedly.
"There is a batch of goods that I want from Guangzhou. I want to trade on the Mekong River. You go." Kun Li looked at me and said.
"Should they come to pick it up in the territory, or should I send it over?" I thought for a moment and asked quickly.
"Send it to China." Kun Li said bluntly.
"..." I fell silent immediately.
"Is there any difficulty?" Kun Li asked after a pause when he saw that I didn't reply.
"...No." I pondered for a moment and said.
"Okay, you go back and prepare." Kun Li nodded.
"Okay, then I'll leave first."
After saying that, I stood up, bowed, and walked downstairs.
When I got down there, I felt a little annoyed. To be honest, I really didn’t want to take this job. There are two reasons: first, no Chinese people are willing to transport this stuff to their own country. This has nothing to do with being cool. It's an instinctive resistance.
In China, no one I came into contact with was doing this.
Again, there are many ways to make money. Drugs and drugs are the least technical ones. They are all prostitutes who can’t afford to make a living. If you abuse this game, you won’t make much money. You won’t make any money. Too many, sooner or later, you will be killed. I have never heard of anyone who can get away with it after working in this business for ten years or more.
Second point, I came here not to retire and die, but to seek temporary refuge. Sooner or later I will return to the country. Now I am going to the country to do this, once or twice, but if the times are more, the border police will definitely I will be given a number.
There is no need to take chances in this. No matter how secretive you are, you will definitely be labeled as a drug trafficker and come into the police sight. It will be very difficult to return to the country. This is not something you can do just by looking for connections. It’s a matter of clearing up your identity. In all countries in the world, whether it’s the people, the government, or the police, the most damn annoying thing is the drug dealers.
However, even though I was extremely reluctant, this was the first time Kun Li asked me to do this, and I couldn't refuse, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it once. Next time, I could talk to him about other business. For example, we work with local farmers to develop opium poppy cultivation.
I was in a not-so-good mood and walked towards my residence. On the way, I met Zabu who was grilling fish in the middle of the village.
"Nannan, come here and have something to eat." Zabu shouted with a smile.
I thought for a moment, walked over without eating any fish, picked up a bottle of local beer, and took a few sips.
"What's wrong? You have work to do, but you're not happy." Zabu asked me with sweat on his head.
"...It's hard to put it into words, haha." I replied with a wry smile.
"You, don't act like a good boy when you get a bargain. Yuzhai only needs people who create value. There will be people vying for every job..." Zabu said slowly.
"Thanks, I'll take the beer."
I waved my hand, said nothing, picked up the beer and left.
…
Zabu was still grilling fish, and the strong man who had been following him said, "Old man Kun, what are you thinking, and why did you let Xiang Nan deliver this batch of goods?"
"...it was Zhang Jun who contacted me about the business in Guangzhou, and sent it to the south. That was done by his own people, and the risk was very low. Old Man Kun asked him to go, and he just gave him a share, so that others could not gossip. It's a small job, it's a favor..." Zabu used a wooden board to fan the grilled fish, choked with tears, and said in a calm voice.
"...Cha Meng wouldn't be unbalanced. This batch of goods was made in his factory and he received a lot of dividends. Doesn't Old Man Kun sacrifice Cha Meng by doing this?" the strong man asked in confusion.
"You can guess it, but old man Kun can't. Without Cha Meng's statement, the old man wouldn't do this." Zabu said without hesitation.
"Then I don't understand why Cha Meng sold Xiang Nan a favor. Is it because of the business Zhang Jun brought?" the strong man continued to ask.
"The boss behind Zhang Jun is doing a private business with old man Kun. He is of no benefit to the people of Yuzhai. Why is Chameng selling Zhang Jun's favor?" Zabu asked rhetorically.
"If you put it like that, I don't even understand why Cha Meng would give up the business of making money to Xiang Nan!" The strong man became more and more confused as he listened.
"...I don't think about it now. You can ask around and see what Cha Meng wants to do." Zabu pondered for a moment, pinched the chili powder and started to sprinkle it on the grilled fish.
"Who can I ask? We don't dare to take any action now." The strong man asked.
"Haha, let's find Zhaji. Isn't he a know-it-all in Yuzhai? If you give him money, he'll get things done." Zabu said without hesitation.
"Haha, yes, yes." The strong man laughed upon hearing this.
…
After I went back, I called Zhang Jun.
"Hey, Jun, what are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm spending the day and night with my eldest brother. What's wrong? Something's wrong." Zhang Jun asked in a stiff tone.
He is a bit weird. When he has nothing to do, he refuses to talk nonsense. No matter how good friends and brothers he is, he usually doesn’t even have a phone call. Even during the Chinese New Year, he only sends a boring New Year greeting. If you don’t know him well, you will definitely You will think this person is inhumane.
"I can't call you if I have nothing to do." I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Why do you call me when you have nothing to do?" Zhang Jun asked matter-of-factly.
"Fuck, okay, I have something to do."
"you say."
"It was you who contacted Kun Li about the job in Guangzhou." I asked bluntly.
"right."
"He asked me to deliver it." I thought for a moment and said.
Zhang Jun was silent for two seconds, and then quickly said: "The job in Guangzhou was contacted by someone of my generation in our team. I heard that they used to do it in Vietnam, and now it is getting bigger and bigger. There are several brands with good reputation and good reputation, plus the people there have a good relationship with my peers, so I guess it’s not a big problem and it’s okay if you just give them away.”
"I can only send you on this trip. You, JB, have nothing to do. Talk to Kun Litong, and don't keep asking me to bring this stuff into the country." I asked.
"I know, let's talk about it later, let's get started here..." Zhang Ju said in a calm voice.
"Ah." I was stunned.
"fuck your mother."
Before I could react, I heard Zhang Jun roar, followed by a loud bang, and the phone was hung up.
"...Fuck, I'm really convinced. There's no sign of it at all."
I looked at the screen of my phone, muttered something to myself, then put on the quilt and started to sleep.
…
In the afternoon of the second day.
Nine people including me, Lao Xian, Zhang Ben, Jin Beibei, Han Dayan, Li Hao, Zhiwei, Guangming, and Nanmanzi gathered in the yard. Cha Meng led us into a bungalow that looked like a warehouse. After opening the three iron doors, we were stunned.
"help yourself."
Cha Meng pointed at the dazzling array of guns in the room, which were placed on shelves, hung on the walls, and piled on the floor, and waved his hand.
"...I. Shit, our team looks a little bit like the sun. What the hell is this, a mortar." Lao Xian was stunned for a long time, then kicked a cannon barrel and said speechlessly.
"That's awesome. It's far worse than what we use. These guns are too old." Guangming curled his lips and replied.
"Do you know anything about guns?" Cha Meng raised his head and asked.
"I understand, but I dare not say, the expert is here." Guangming smiled and patted Li Hao on the shoulder.
"Stop talking."
Li Hao replied casually, reached out and picked up a pistol, rolled the slide a few times to check, and then went to refill the bullet box with bullets without saying hello to Cha Meng.
"...Brother, this is a bit too much. I can't accept it. Forget it, I'll just carry this cannon on my back." The old immortal said with all his might.
"...Don't pick something big, pick something you know how to do, okay?" Zhiwei asked after deliberation.
"The problem is, I don't know how to do it," the old immortal said weakly.
"Go, get out of here."
Zhiwei was speechless and pulled him back without hesitation. Cha Meng looked at Guangming, Nanmanzi, Zhiwei, and Li Hao, and narrowed his eyes. The guns they selected and the movements of their hands touching the guns. , which surprised him a little.
…
"Chucky gave back."
On the other side, the strong man entered Zabu's room and said quickly,