After the taxi driver got out of the car, he immediately became angry and rushed towards the two people cursing.
"Are you still talking about us? Do you know how to drive? Did you hit the brakes so hard?"
"Damn it, I own my car. I can step on it whenever I want. Who let you get so close to my car? Call the traffic police to handle it..."
The taxi driver is experienced. In such a rear-end accident, even if the police call the police, the truck will still be held responsible, so he is so confident.
What's more, I rented a car, and if it got hit, it got hit, and I just needed to repair it, so I didn't feel bad about it.
Zhang Yang took advantage of the entanglement between the two parties, opened the taxi door, and walked carefully towards the truck.
The two sides were entangled, so naturally no one noticed his move.
"Forget it, tell me, how to deal with it?"
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The taxi was not hit seriously, but the rear bumper fell off. The truck driver obviously didn't want to cause trouble, so he said in a negotiating tone.
"What else can I do? Pay for the car repairs and labor expenses."
When the taxi driver saw that the other party had given in, he glanced sideways and saw that Zhang Yang was no longer in the car. Knowing that his goal had been achieved, he said in a gentle tone.
"How much?"
"At least one thousand yuan."
"It's too much. Just a rear bumper costs a few hundred yuan at most."
Anyone who is a driver knows a little about the price of repairing a car. Hearing this, he opened his mouth and said dissatisfiedly.
"What about lost wages? I earn at least several hundred an hour." The taxi driver continued to talk about the train, blushing.
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Zhang Yang ignored all this. When he got to the trunk, he found that it was locked, and he definitely couldn't go inside the cab. There was no place to hide, and he lost his mind for a moment.
After a pause, he quietly glanced at both parties in the dispute. The truck driver had already paid the taxi driver. He knew that there was not much time, and he was driven by curiosity and did not want to miss this rare opportunity.
After hesitating for a moment, he lay down under the car and took a look. The truck had large tires and the body was very high off the ground, which gave him a glimmer of hope.
With the roar of the engine, the truck started to move again. There was plenty of space for the suspension parts of the chassis, and it was easy to grab a shelter. I just hoped that the journey would not be too far.
Although he couldn't see the taxi driver's expression, Zhang Yang could imagine that he must have had a proud and obscene smile, took his own money, and blackmailed the truck driver again. This grandson was even more shameless than himself...
After driving for another ten minutes, the truck slowly stopped on the side of the road. Zhang Yang glanced at the tall crop fields on both sides and thought, could this be the destination?
"Damn, I'm so unlucky to meet such a scoundrel."
"Forget it, Fourth Brother, there is no need to be angry."
As a sound of footsteps came, the two people in the truck walked to the back of the truck while talking.
"I really want to fucking kill him."
"Don't be so impulsive. Business is more important. Our boss won't spare us if we get into trouble."
Another person continued to comfort him: "Anyway, I just lost some money, so I just bought him a coffin."
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The two of them squatted down behind the truck while chatting. Zhang Yang felt nervous. After all, the two of them could spot him as long as they leaned over a little.
He was a bit nervous. The two of them worked behind the car for a while. They quickly removed the license plate skillfully, replaced it with a new one, stood up and left.
Who is their boss? Is it Sheng Guoying and his son? Since it is a delivery vehicle, why do they need to change the license plate? Zhang Yang thought secretly in his heart.
The car soon started driving again. This time the driving lasted for who knows how long. Zhang Yang stuck to the bottom of the car like a bat. After a long time, he felt sore all over and exhausted.
He even began to wonder, was it worth suffering such a heavy punishment just for this moment of curiosity? How did someone make the ice cicada powder was none of his business? Even if it is slightly harmful to the human body, it is not serious at all, not to mention that the sales volume is so poor now, why should he have more?
Nosy?
The only thing that made him happy was that the car was traveling on a flat and wide road that was very stable. If it were a bumpy mountain road or a rural dirt road, he really couldn't help but give up.
The car finally drove into a factory yard and stopped. The two people in the truck got out of the car and walked away talking and laughing.
Zhang Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, let go of the suspension, lay down on the ground, stretched his muscles awkwardly, and quietly looked around under the car.
The factory is large, but it looks very dilapidated. It should be a chemical factory or something like that, and it is full of an unpleasant smell.
There are rusty old iron buckets and garbage everywhere, and there are overgrown weeds. It must have been abandoned and not used for a long time.
There are two workshops built of red bricks not far away. The bricks have long been damaged. Some machines and other equipment can be vaguely seen inside, but there are no staff.
There is a three-story office building next to the workshop that is very clean and incompatible with the shabby surroundings. The two truck drivers just walked inside.
Zhang Yang got out from under the car, followed the wall, used weeds to cover up, and quietly walked towards the office building.
There were two cameras installed on the wall in front of the office building. He didn't know if they would work or not. In order to prevent the other party from finding out and blocking him, he still planned to find a window to go around.
It was almost dusk and the sky was getting dark, which provided great convenience for his movements.
Originally, he wanted to find an office at random and break through the window, but suddenly he found a light on in an office, which made him change his mind.
I don't know if there are cameras in the office building. Simply entering the office is of no use. It's better to see what's going on inside before making a decision. With this in mind, I quietly approached the lighted window and looked inside.
I saw a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses, sitting at the table, looking at a thick stack of information.
The man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, his hair is neatly combed, and his face has the maturity and stability unique to this age group, full of a strong scholar's atmosphere. Zhang Yang was very surprised to appear in such a deserted and desolate place.
He reached out and pulled the window, but didn't lock it. He grabbed the edge of the window, jumped lightly, and rushed directly into the house.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The middle-aged man shouted in surprise after seeing him.
"Hey, you rest for a while, I'll lend you some clothes." Zhang Yang smiled evilly, raised his arm, and stabbed his Tiankun point with a silver needle.
"Someone is coming..."
Just as the middle-aged man was about to shout, he immediately felt fatigue coming over him. Without any strength, he sat limply on the office chair and passed out.
Zhang Yang quickly took off his white coat and put it on, and took off his glasses. After putting them on, he felt dizzy. It was obviously very high, but in order to hide his eyesight, he still endured it with a wry smile, and then grabbed the materials on the table.
, walked out of the office.
As he expected, there were cameras mounted on the wall at regular intervals in the corridor of the office building.
He is about the same build as a middle-aged man, and the corridor is very dark, so he is not worried about being discovered as an impostor.
The doors of each office were closed, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside. Zhang Yang walked from the first floor to the third floor without seeing a single person.
The office building was quiet, and even the two truck drivers who walked in just now seemed to have disappeared.
Did they go to the office to rest and sleep after they came back? But seeing the two of them talking and laughing when they came in, they would definitely explain the delivery process when they got to the office building. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang felt extremely confused.
Just when he didn't know what to do, an office door suddenly opened and a young man in his twenties, also wearing a white coat, walked out.
Zhang Yang - had nowhere to dodge, so he simply pretended to walk and read the information, while watching the young man from the corner of his eye.
The young man didn't pay attention to him at all, and without even taking a second look, he hurried towards the corridor.
Do people in the office building seldom communicate with each other? Or maybe they pretend to be too similar and the other party doesn't even notice? Zhang Yang's heart was filled with doubts again.
Since there is no purpose, why not just go and see what the young people are doing? Thinking of this, I turned around and followed him.
The young man arrived at the door of an office at the end of the corridor on the first floor, opened the door and walked straight in. Zhang Yang was immediately disappointed.
But when he turned to leave, he found that the lights in the office had not been turned on, and he immediately stopped.
It was getting darker and darker at this time, and the light in the corridor was already very dim. How could the young people work without turning on the lights?
After suffering such a terrible crime and coming here, wouldn't it be a great loss if I didn't understand it?
The worst case scenario was to knock the young man unconscious, or force him to tell him where the production workshop of Tian Ning Xue Ointment was. Having made up his mind, Zhang Yang walked towards the office.
After arriving at the door of the office, he listened attentively. There was no movement inside. He was even more confused and opened the door directly.
The inside was no different from any other office, with simple desks and chairs and a bookcase against the wall. It looked very empty, with no sign of young people at all.
Zhang Yang suddenly remembered the detention of those Thai girls in the nightclub. Seeing a glimmer of hope, he quickly walked to the bookcase and moved it away vigorously.
Everything in front of him couldn't help but be disappointed. There was no secret door at all. He knocked on it a few times with his hands unwillingly, and it made a dull sound, which was no different from an ordinary wall.
Could it be that he was blinded because the young man never walked into this office? Zhang Yang glanced at the closed window and said to himself with a wry smile.
Although such bizarre thoughts flashed through his mind, he still firmly believed that the young man must have walked in and there must be something wrong in this office.
Since the young man disappeared here, he will also appear here. Now that he is here, he cannot leave in a daze.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang moved the bookcase away from the wall, leaving a space for his body, and hid inside. It was already dark, and the office was extremely dark. It was not easy to detect it without turning on the lights.
One minute, ten minutes, half an hour...
Time passed by, and the office became silent. No one came in or showed up, which made Zhang Yang become impatient. (To be continued)