Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 178 There is an old saying in China: He who knows the current affairs is a hero.
Santana drove quickly.

"Falling on the street."

Zhang Jingliang looked at the growing number of industrial factories around him and muttered: "Why did you ask me to come here at this late hour?"

He glanced at the rearview mirror and seemed to see a car driving this way. Then he remembered, hadn't he seen this car before?

Just when he was alert, several fully loaded dump trucks were coming towards him. There were people waiting on the roadside. It was Spinach Man who took Big D and his gang to pick up the dump trucks. .

"Big D?"

Zhang Jingliang knew Big D. He remembered the several eye-catching horses under Wu Zhihui, and the car driving behind him also stopped at the dump truck.

When he saw this, he didn't take it seriously. It turned out that he was too alert. He shook his head and continued to move forward.

There is a convoy of dump trucks.

Wu Zhihui got off the Mercedes-Benz and said hello: "Here comes someone who knows how to drive a dump truck. Please drive me forward."

All the drivers signed up enthusiastically, Wu Zhihui casually clicked one, and the dump truck started, carrying Wu Zhihui and Changmao forward.

5 minute later.

Santana stopped at the door of the factory, got out of the car, looked at the sign of Wujing Sand Factory at the gate, looked around, and waited for a moment.

Behind.

A dump truck with an empty cargo box roared over, passed him, and drove towards the front. Standing here, you could see the bright lights of the construction site in front.

In front is the land where the Land Group is carrying out preliminary works, and construction continues at night.

The dump truck drove by. Wu Zhihui, who was leaning forward on the seat, sat up straight and glanced at Zhang Jingliang standing in the rearview mirror, with a thoughtful expression.

The entrance of Wujing Sand Factory.

After the dump truck drove by, the surroundings became quiet again. After Zhang Jingliang waited for a few minutes, another car drove over. A slightly bald middle-aged man got out of the car and looked at Zhang Jingliang with a smile:
"Congratulations, congratulations to Lao Zhang for being promoted to the position of chief inspector. Please look after me if you have the opportunity in the future."

"Where."

Zhang Jingliang waved his hand reservedly, took out a cigarette and handed him one: "Old Sun, look at what you said. We have been friends for many years. I only need you to help me if I have the chance."

The visitor is Customs Inspector Sun Yingjian, who is in his forties.

He and Zhang Jingliang had worked together a long time ago and had a good relationship. After they separated, they had less contact, but they were still acquaintances after all.

"Old Zhang."

Customs Inspector Sun Yingjian took a sip from his cigarette and looked around: "It's late at night, why did you ask me to come here?"

"What do you need me to do for you?" He looked at the factory building of Wujing Quarry. The huge open space was full of piles of sand and gravel: "You are not going to transport sand and gravel, right? That's it. Damn, just go through customs normally."

He spoke in a relaxed tone and said with a smile: "Besides, we are now importing instead of exporting, so you don't need me, right?"

"One moment, don't worry."

Zhang Jingliang responded casually, the cigarette in his hand flickered red as he sucked on it.

in fact.

Zhang Jingliang himself didn't even know what he was doing here.

He only knew that William called him at night and asked him to call his friends from the customs to wait at the gate of Wujing Sand Factory. Then a boss named Ichiro Kosaka would come out and take him in.

Zhang Jingliang remembered this. When he was handling the transportation company affairs for Wu Zhihui, Ghost Guy William asked him if he had any acquaintances at the customs who would need him to do something.

Zhang Jingliang called Sun Yingjian out tonight and asked him to come with him. He didn't know what the specific matter was. It was very mysterious.

The two of them had just finished smoking a cigarette when several people walked out of the factory gate and the factory door slowly opened.

"Oh haha."

Ichiro Kosaka, who was standing at the front, looked Zhang Jingliang up and down and said in Mandarin with a strong accent: "I'm sorry, Zhang Sang, for keeping you waiting. Superintendent William told me that I will be here immediately."

He had seen Zhang Jingliang's photo, which William gave to him, so he knew Zhang Jingliang.

"Kosaka-san."

Zhang Jingliang smiled and looked at Ichiro Kosaka: "It's okay, it's okay, we came here not long ago."

"That's great."

Ichiro Kosaka nodded and looked at Sun Yingjian: "This must be Zhang Sang's friend at the customs, right?! Thank you for your help. You even made a special trip at night."

"You're welcome."

Sun Yingjian responded with a smile, and after a brief greeting, he entered the factory under the leadership of Ichiro Kosaka.

The factory was very quiet at night, with no people around and no sand and gravel being transported out. The white light from the street lamps shone on a few people, elongating their silhouettes.

The factory gate.

Not long after they entered, a loaded dump truck drove out from the construction site and passed by the factory gate.

Wu Zhihui was sitting in the passenger seat and glanced at the car parked at the door of the factory, but Zhang Jingliang was nowhere to be seen. There was another car and someone coming.

He thought briefly and then said to Changmao in the back seat:

"Changmao, remember this place. Next, I'll leave this place to you. Pay attention to the situation here."

"I understand, Brother Hui."

Chang Mao spoke concisely and nodded in agreement: "I will get things done."

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui responded without saying anything, and kept looking at the Wujing Sand Factory's sign carved on the stone at the door of the factory.

Wujing Sand Factory, as you can tell from the name, must be related to Wujing Real Estate. It is one of several mining factories jointly operated by the little devil and the ghost government.

It was a bit strange for Zhang Jingliang, the chief inspector, to come to Xiaoguizi's sand factory late at night. It was definitely not about the sand and gravel purchase business, and it was a joint venture with the Guilao government, let alone what he was asked to do.

strangeness.

The dump truck gradually drove away from here.

Wujing Sand Factory.

Kosaka Ichiro led the two of them into the factory and into the hall. In the long corridor, in the glass-inlaid display cabinets, there were various historical tools related to the mine.

For example, there is a series of information such as the founding time and historical development of Wujing Mining Plant, accompanied by pictures.

Kosaka Ichiro led them inside, still saying nothing. As they walked, Zhang Jingliang thought more and more and felt something was wrong.

The little devil is a joint venture sand factory with the Guilao government. Is there any business that requires his help?
Gui guys, you yourself are in control of the sand factory, so what you do is not decided by you ghost guys?Do I still need to find the customs inspector?

"Kosaka-san."

Zhang Jingliang slowed down and pretended to be interested in pointing to the detonators and explosives placed in the display cabinet: "What is this?"

"Oh."

Ichiro Kosaka introduced with a smile: "This is the explosive used to mine ores when the mining factory was first established."

"Later, the equipment was upgraded and these things were replaced. We safely disposed of them and used them for exhibitions."

"So that's it. It's really representative."

Zhang Jingliang nodded with a fake smile and asked casually: "Tonight, Kosaka-san came to see us. What's the matter?"

"Oh, so it is."

Ichiro Kosaka had already written on the blackboard and talked eloquently: "This is not the case in our country, but the ore resources are very tight, so we decided to import a batch of natural sand and gravel from here."

"As you know, the government now has extremely strict management on the export of natural sand and gravel, which makes it difficult, so I need your help."

"Oh, it's a small thing, no problem."

Zhang Jingliang waved his hands as if he was like that, "Don't worry, we will definitely handle this little thing, don't you think so, Sir Sun?"

"Ah."

Sun Yingjian also nodded in agreement.

As he said this, the more Zhang Jingliang thought about it, the more something was wrong. He was able to move around the ghost man perfectly, but there was nothing in his mind, it was all about selfishness.

The group moved on.

"This thing is quite interesting."

Zhang Jingliang rolled his eyes and looked at the old-fashioned mining tools in the display cabinet: "I am very interested in these historical things. You go first. I will come right away and use the bathroom." He lifted his belt. : "By the way, where is the bathroom?!"

Zhang Jingliang's ability to think things through is simply not too strong. From what the little devil said just now, he heard several problems:
First, natural sand and gravel are now strictly restricted and are prohibited from being exported. However, Ghost William nodded. They must have settled all the relationships that need to be settled, and they will definitely be able to export them. So what does he want from him?
Second, the appearance of myself and Customs Inspector Sun Yingjian today was obviously redundant.

affim.

It's definitely not as simple as transporting sand and gravel. There must be something else involved. Maybe I'll be the one taking the blame.

Zhang Jingliang's brain is not in vain, he just has eight hundred tricks.

Therefore, he pretended to show interest, let them in with the excuse of going to the toilet, and then left directly when he found an opportunity. He must not get involved.

If you don't know anything, then if something happens, it must have nothing to do with you.

He decisively chose to sell Customs Inspector Sun Yingjian.

"there."

Ichiro Kosaka chuckled and looked at Sun Yingjian: "Then let's go in first?"

"Need not."

Sun Yingjian looked directly at Zhang Jingliang, smiling softly: "Sir Zhang is interested, and so am I. I'll accompany you. It's just right. I also want to use the bathroom."

"is it?"

Zhang Jingliang's eyelids twitched and he said with a smile: "Okay, let's go together."

The two of them entered the bathroom one after another. After entering, Sun Yingjian stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet and started flushing. He looked at Zhang Jingliang standing next to him in the mirror: "Sir Zhang, do you think I should come tonight or not?" Shouldn't you come?"

He stared straight at Zhang Jingliang in the mirror: "We have known each other for so many years, there is no reason for you to drag me into this for no reason, right?"

Obviously.

Sun Yingjian also noticed something unusual. Both of them were old foxes, so they noticed something fishy and smelled something unusual.

How can a serious sand factory shut down work and shut down so quietly at night that no one can be seen?

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Jingliang cleared his throat with some embarrassment: "I didn't know beforehand. I had to come because the ghost guy asked me to come. I don't know what the situation is. Let's take a look first and then talk about it, right?"

"Humph."

Sun Yingjian snorted lightly and shook off the water stains on his hands. The two of them came out one after another. The smiles on their faces returned and their expressions were well managed.

"So soon? Let's go then?"

Ichiro Kosaka looked at the two people who came out, stretched out his hand and led the way. After descending the steps and entering the basement, he headed towards the innermost room.

The innermost room is the warehouse. The door and door frame are all made of pure metal and look very strong.

In addition to the original lock on the door panel, two additional door locks were installed, a key lock and a knob combination lock.

The assistant next to Ichiro Kosaka first took out the key and unlocked the first door, then turned around very consciously, and then looked at Zhang Jingliang and Sun Yingjian standing next to him.

The two noticed the assistant's gaze and looked at each other, both seeing something bad in the other's eyes.

In a sand factory, why does the warehouse need to be locked with so many locks? It contains natural sand that is prohibited from being exported?
The two of them also turned around, not looking at Kosaka Ichiro. Then Kosaka Ichiro took out a key, inserted it and turned the door lock, and then turned it on the knob combination lock.

"Ding Ding Ding"

The combination lock made a fine sound of internal gears meshing, which was very small and crisp. The door lock opened with a click, and the warehouse door was opened.

The dark and damp atmosphere that I imagined in a basement warehouse did not hit my face. Instead, it was a very constant temperature environment. The vents on the ceiling worked 24 hours a day to maintain a constant temperature in the warehouse.

"Hehe, come in."

Ichiro Kosaka chuckled and waved Zhang Jingliang and Sun Yingjian in. After entering the warehouse, the entire field of vision suddenly became brighter.

The warehouse is very large and empty. On the scattered shelves, there are tables covered with tempered glass. Inside the tables, there are three or four different items erected.

To be precise, they are cultural relics.

under the light.

Each cultural relic exudes the atmosphere of the times and is exquisite.

The most eye-catching thing in the middle is a huge Buddha head without a body, standing on the ground in the middle, with lights shining on it.

"This this."

Zhang Jingliang and Sun Yingjian looked at each other, their eyes widening as they saw the surprise in each other's eyes, and goosebumps appeared all over their bodies.

The two of them turned around almost in unison and strode outside, their steps hurried and scrambling: "We have never been here, we don't know anything, and we haven't seen anything."

Doorway.

Two bodyguards in black suits appeared and blocked the doorway of the two of them, looking at them expressionlessly.

Zhang Jingliang and Sun Yingjian stopped and said without looking back, "I don't know, we didn't see anything."

"Ha ha."

Ichiro Kosaka looked at the behavior of the two people, shook his head with a smile, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, you have seen everything, it doesn't matter if you haven't seen it."

"You guys already know that, right?!"

There was a trace of playfulness in his tone: "If you leave and something happens to these babies of mine, I'm sorry, but you two will definitely be involved."

"..."

Zhang Jingliang and Sun Yingjian looked at each other, their lips moved and they were speechless. Sun Yingjian glared at Zhang Jingliang fiercely, and then turned around. Zhang Jingliang thought for a moment and had no choice but to turn around.

"Okay, you two must have guessed it."

Ichiro Kosaka got straight to the point and went straight to the point without any pretense: "Two of these treasures are mine, the remaining ones belong to Superintendent William, and there are three more that are on their way from the mainland."

"What Superintendent William means is to let you two be responsible for the transportation of this batch of things, take care of it, and let it leave Xiangjiang safe and sound. As long as it leaves the customs, we will take care of the rest ourselves."

"My things will return to our country, and as for Superintendent William's things, they will appear in the British Museum, be on display, and receive the attention of the world!"

"Then there's no need for us."

Zhang Jingliang forced out a sly smile and put a high hat on the little devil: "Who doesn't know that Superintendent William and the others have the final say in Hong Kong Island. Isn't it easy to transport so many things? !”

"Yeah yeah."

Sun Yingjian started to praise him.

"not like this."

Ichiro Kosaka chuckled and shook his head: "There are many people with mixed eyes. Who knows whether those Chinese policemen will see and leak the news in the future, right?! Superintendent William said that he does not like risky actions."

Speaking of it.

Ichiro Kosaka turned around, with a look of obsession in his eyes, and looked at the ornaments placed in the display cabinet in front of him: "Tsk, look, what beautiful things they are. The traces of time still cannot cover up their brilliance."

He stepped forward and focused on the bronze round tripod placed in the display case: "This statue is called: The Bronze Gui of Kanghou of the Western Zhou Dynasty. It is a product of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties in China. What a beautiful thing."

"There is also this, Gu Kaizhi's Tang Dynasty copy of "The Picture of Women's History". It is a symbol of an era and a perfect transformation of Chinese painting from emphasizing education to emphasizing aesthetics."

"I have always been very interested in and admired your Chinese civilization, so no matter what, I will take it back."

The expressions of Zhang Jingliang and Sun Yingjian were changing. They looked at the intoxicated Kosaka Ichiro and had different expressions.

To be honest, none of them understood the cultural relics in front of them as much as the little devil in front of them.

"Okay, no more to say."

Ichiro Kosaka turned around and looked at the two of them with a smile on his face: "I have to leave this transportation job to you two. You Chinese must know the Chinese better."

His tone was unquestionable: "After the remaining three cultural relics are in place, we will get it done."

"me we"

Zhang Jingliang's tone was stagnant. Looking at these cultural relics in front of him, he felt a little confused. Although he could be a dog for the ghosts, if he helped them transport these cultural relics, wouldn't he become a traitor?
There are still some knots in my heart.

"There is an old saying in China that he who knows the current affairs is a hero."

Speaking in Mandarin with a strong accent, Kosaka Ichiro said word by word: "I think you two understand this sentence better than I do."

"Since Superintendent William chose you, he values ​​you. If you don't cooperate, I'm sorry, but your end will be very miserable. I guarantee it."

The smile on his face disappeared instantly and turned to become cold: "For a superior, those who are disobedient have no use value and should be destroyed immediately!"

(End of this chapter)