"It's really chaotic..." After hearing Ziegler's words, Qin Feng shook his head. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that there was such a place in the country.
"There is no way. The grassland is really too big. It is basically difficult to catch someone hiding here."
Ziegler sighed. In this chaotic world, the police are a vulnerable group, because the herdsmen basically have guns, and the criminals also have guns. He has once been beaten.
The black gun thing.
That happened last year, when five policemen from the mainland came and asked Ziegler to help them catch a murderer who had been fleeing to the grassland for more than ten years.
Although they already had a lot of information about the murderer, what no one expected was that after staying on the grassland for more than ten years, the murderer actually cultivated quite a force and became a small gold mine owner.
The arrest process went smoothly. Before the criminal's men could react, Ziegler led his men to arrest him and drove him away from the grassland overnight.
Although the main criminal was arrested, Ziegler was retaliated for this. One day when he was driving out on patrol, a bullet was fired into his car. Fortunately, Ziegler was not injured.
"Xiao Qin, I don't know what mission you are going to perform, but further north, you will reach the border of Russia. You must pay attention to safety there. That place is a hundred times more chaotic than here...
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Ziegler kindly reminded Qin Feng. Although Qin Feng didn't say anything, he could tell that most of the materials on Qin Feng's car were used in Russia.
"I know, thank you, Brother Ziegler!"
Qin Feng nodded when he heard this. Suddenly his heart moved and he said: "By the way, Brother Ziegler, do we have anyone here who is familiar with the situation in Russia? Can you find one for me?"
Originally, according to Qin Feng's idea, this trip was to be done alone, so bringing someone with him would be a burden to him.
But after running on the grassland for such a day, Qin Feng changed his mind.
Because Siberia covers a vast area, but is countless times larger than Inner Mongolia, Qin Feng dived in like a headless fly, not knowing when he would find the area that produces ginseng.
"You mean you want to find a guide?" Ziegler thought for a moment and said: "There are quite a few people who are familiar with Russia, and many of them are desperadoes. As long as you give money, you should be able to find one..."
"Brother Ziegler, money is not a problem." Qin Feng said: "Whether it is RMB or US dollars, I can pay in advance, as long as the person is really familiar with the situation in Russia..."
Qin Feng knew that the U.S. dollar was the hard currency in the world. When he came out this time, he specifically asked Xie Xuan to exchange 50,000 U.S. dollars for him, which was all in the backpack on the car.
"Okay, you eat first, I'll make a phone call." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Ziegler stood up, turned around and walked to the office.
"It's done..."
After about five or six minutes, Ziegler walked out of the room and said, "That man will be here in two hours. You can talk to him about the specific matters..."
"Brother Ziegler, what is the origin of this man?"
Ziegler's voice on the phone did not escape Qin Feng's ears. He could hear it from the phone. Ziegler was very familiar with this person.
"He is your Han Chinese, his name is Peng Hong, he is about the same age as me, he used to be a soldier, and after he retired, he stayed on the grassland to do business. I have known him for about ten years..."
Ziegler introduced the situation of the man who was coming to Qin Feng. According to Ziegler, this Peng Hong often travels between Russia and China, and usually does some business in medicinal materials and jade.
"In the medicine business?"
Qin Feng was overjoyed when he heard this. There were not many Chinese medicinal materials in Russia, and ginseng was the medicinal material needed in the largest quantity in the country. Since Peng Hong was involved in medicinal materials, he must have made ginseng.
"Yes, this man is kind to me. If it weren't for him last year, I might have been eaten by a prairie wolf."
The place where Ziegler was shot and killed last year was forty or fifty kilometers away from the police station. Although no one else was injured at that time, two tires were punctured, and the car only had one spare tire.
It was winter, and hungry prairie wolves would even attack herdsmen's homes, let alone Ziegler, who was alone. In the evening, a group of more than ten prairie wolves surrounded the broken jeep.
Got up.
Ziegler also had a gun in his car. After shooting and killing seven or eight coyotes, he did not expect that the sound of gunshots attracted a large wolf pack, with hundreds of coyotes surrounding him.
All around the jeep.
Ziegler grew up on the grassland, and he knew very well that the prairie wolves were very vengeful and had killed so many wolves. They must be fighting to the death against him.
After persisting for most of the night and killing more than ten hungry wolves, Ziegler did not have many bullets left.
Just when Ziegler was almost in despair, Peng Hong suddenly appeared, driving a jeep that was even worse than him, and drove away the wolf pack and rescued Ziegler.
"A car dares to attack a pack of wolves. This is a bloody person." After hearing Ziegler's words, Qin Feng nodded and asked: "How is his business doing? Have you discussed the price with him?
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Ziegler shook his head and said: "His business is not big. He basically carries goods from there by smugglers, so he is very familiar with Russia. As for the price and whether it is useful, you will meet him later."
Decide……"
There are too many people like Peng Hong struggling to make a living on the grassland, and Ziegler can't control them at all. Besides, he is only a policeman on the grassland, not a border policeman, so these things are not under his control.
"Okay, let's talk about it after we meet."
Qin Feng nodded when he heard this, picked up a bottle of Erguotou and bit open the bottle cap, then poured a full tea jar for Ziegler. The roasted whole lamb hadn't been eaten half yet, and the two of them were already one each.
Too much wine.
As we talked, time passed very quickly. When the moon was in the sky, the sound of an engine came from a distance, and the car stopped in front of the police station gate.
"Huh? He's a practicing practitioner."
Hearing the sound of the man jumping out of the car, a look of surprise flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. From the sound of the man landing, he could tell that this man named Peng Hong had good chassis skills and very solid steps.
"Brother Hong, come in..." The door of the police station was always open. Ziegler did not get up and shouted loudly.
"I happen to be hungry, so I came to bother you..."
Following the words, a sturdy man about 1.7 meters tall appeared in the yard. After sweeping his eyes over Qin Feng, he sat directly next to Ziegler, regardless of the roasted golden mutton that was hot to the touch.
, stretched out his hand and unscrewed one of the hind legs.
"It's good to have wine and meat. Come on, drink..." Qin Feng bit open another bottle of wine and handed it directly to the man.
"Erguotou?"
Peng Hong raised his head and glanced at Qin Feng with some surprise. After taking the wine, he took a big sip with his mouth. When he put down the bottle, half a kilogram of wine was already gone.
"Shu Tan, I haven't drank Erguotou in a few years."
Peng Hong wiped his mouth and smiled at Ziegler: "Although the wine on our grassland is strong enough, it is not as fragrant as Erguotou. This wine is still delicious..."
"Brother Hong, I didn't ask you to come here to drink."
Ziegler pointed at Qin Feng and said: "This comrade wants to hire you to go to Russia. I don't know what you are going to do, but he is willing to pay..."
"Comrade?"
Hearing Ziegler's address to Qin Feng, Peng Hong raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Qin Feng, and said, "You are not a member of the system, are you? And you have never been a soldier, so why did Ziegler call you comrade?"
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"How do you know I have never been a soldier?" Qin Feng said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I am still a person with military rank."
"Military ranks are also civilian, right?" Peng Hong sneered and said, "You don't have any murderous intent in you, how can you look like a soldier?"
"It doesn't matter if you say this."
Qin Feng smiled and threw the certificate over. He could sense that this man named Peng Hong had a strong murderous aura and smell of blood. He must have killed many people on his hands.
"Huh? The certificate of the General Staff."
After Peng Hong, who originally looked lazy, took the ID from Qin Feng, his whole body suddenly tensed up, his eyes narrowed to a slit, and he looked at Qin Feng again.
Unlike Ziegler, the army Peng Hong stayed in before was under the direct jurisdiction of the General Staff, so he knew the General Staff's ID very well and could tell at a glance that the ID was not fake.
"What mission are you on?"
As soon as Peng Hong asked this question, he shook his head and said, "I almost broke the rules after leaving for so many years. You don't need to tell me your mission, just tell me how much money you can give..."
"How much do you want?" Qin Feng said: "I need a guide to take me to the place where ginseng is produced in Russia. Are you familiar with it?"
"You want to buy ginseng?"
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Peng Hong seemed a little surprised and said: "If you want to buy ginseng, just ask me. Why go to Russia? It's very chaotic there now..."
"How many years have you had wild ginseng?" Qin Feng asked.
"You can get those that are fifty to one hundred years old." Peng Hong thought for a moment and said, "You can also get those that are two hundred years old, but the price will be very high, about two million for one..."
"Two million, are you...are you sure?"
Qin Feng was shocked when he heard this, not because the price was high, but because it was too low. You know, domestic wild ginseng that has been produced for two hundred years is basically priceless, let alone two million.
You can't even buy it for 20 million.
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