Chapter 52, Customs

   punched and kicked the big fat man violently for a while, Zhang Xuan also noticed Sun Fucheng's crisis in time, and also saw Hui Hui being entangled by another man who got up.

   Without further ado, he let go of the big fat man who was limp and flew up with a high whip kick, kicking the person on the shoulder, and the third pickpocket riding on Sun Fucheng fell to the ground.

   Then Zhang Xuan turned around again, threw another pickpocket, and rescued Sister Hui.

   Just when he was about to pursue the victory, Sun Fucheng got up and dragged him and Sister Hui to the exit.

   While running, Sun Fucheng instructed: "Don't talk, a comrade is coming, leave the station first."

   There were many people in the aisle, and the light was not good. At this time, there were screams and it was very chaotic. The three of them turned left and right, and soon disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

   checked the tickets in one breath and left the station. Zhang Xuan saw Ruan Dezhi at the exit.

   Seeing this uncle, he said nothing and urged, "Uncle, get out of here first."

   Ruan Dezhi saw that the three of them were in a mess, and seemed to have noticed something. Without asking, he turned around and took them into a van.

  This uncle is also a neat and tidy owner, and as soon as the car door is closed, he walks fast.

   Sitting by the window and staring at the outside, the tense Sun Fucheng finally relaxed when he saw the train station quickly disappearing from view.

  Sun Fucheng took a deep breath and took out a sinister Mitsubishi knife from the belt buckle behind his back and said:

"I brought this, and when faced with comrades, reasonable will become unreasonable. And according to my observation, those pickpockets all brought folding daggers. We were raiding just now, and the other party had no chance to use the dagger. Good to say."

  I had to look at the Mitsubishi knife. The three knife faces about 20 cm long seemed a little dull, but Zhang Xuan didn't dare to despise it at all, and he was even a little scared.

   He understood very well: if this thing stabs a person, that person is basically gone.

   Ruan Dezhi, who was driving in front of him, glanced back and kept silent after asking about the situation.

   Zhang Xuan knew that this uncle was already a little angry, but it didn't happen because of his feelings.

   Ruan Dezhi was indeed a little angry. This nephew is so good, and he is the only male in the two families. If something goes wrong, how can he handle this in his heart?

  How to explain to my sister?

  Especially seeing Sun Fucheng carrying such a deadly weapon, Ruan Dezhi's eyelids twitched wildly.

   I'm afraid that there will be a matter of life and death involving my nephew. They came here in a group, and they can't wash it if they jump into the Yellow River!

   Life will definitely leave stains!

   In fact, Ruan Dezhi is not ignorant of the cause and effect, but only cares about the chaos. Care for the calf.

  Shencheng West Railway Station is very close to Shekou Customs, both in the NS area, and the straight-line walking distance is only about 700 meters.

  After the van left the station, it stopped on a relatively lively street.

   Ruan Dezhi calmed down and asked a few people: "Last night until now, you must be hungry. What kind of food do you want to eat, seafood, Cantonese cuisine or Hunan cuisine?"

   Sun Fucheng, an old and sophisticated man, noticed that Ruan Dezhi had an opinion on him, and kept silent after putting away the knife.

   Sister-in-law Hui is a discerning person. Not only Ruan Dezhi was frightened, but she was also frightened by her father's hidden weapon.

   Glancing at the three of them, Zhang Xuan understood the situation, and he still had to make up his own mind.

   looked outside, pointed to the nearest Cantonese restaurant and said, "Just this one, eat early and do things early."

   His statement was unanimously approved by the three.

   Entering the store, Ruan Dezhi ordered 5 main dishes in one go, and then said bluntly:

   "I'll take you to the customs warehouse to see the goods later. If the goods are satisfactory, we will talk about the next thing. If you are not satisfied, I will take you to the bus station and take the bus to Yangcheng."

   These words were just right to Mrs. Hui's appetite. It was time-saving and efficient. She nodded and agreed, "Okay, then I'll trouble you."

   "You're welcome, we are all relatives, as we should." When Ruan Dezhi said this, he finally squeezed out a smile.

  Dishes are served quickly and the quantity is quite sufficient.

   It looked like there were 5 dishes, but Mrs. Hui, who had just arrived, was not used to Cantonese cuisine without chili peppers, and Bai miserable had no desire to pick up a chopstick.

   In the end, she just put a few chopsticks in the bowl of roast goose, and most of the time she ate white rice without a trace.

  The three men of Zhang Xuan are different. Cantonese cuisine has long been used to it. However, the three of them are more humorous, and basically don't touch the roast goose much, leaving it to Mrs. Hui for dinner.

   About 20 minutes later, a few people with their stomachs full got into the car again and went straight to the customs warehouse.

   The road is not too far. When he arrived at the gate, Ruan Dezhi asked Sun Fucheng to put the knife in the car, and then took a few people to go through the procedures.

   Zhang Xuan found that this uncle was very popular, and every customs colleague would say a few words to him when they met him, or shout "Ruan Ke" with a smile.

   At this time, Ruan Dezhi will also introduce Zhang Xuan to some of them: "This is my nephew, I will take more care of it in the future."

   As for Mrs. Hui and Sun Fucheng, Ruan Dezhi didn't mention it. When someone else took the initiative to ask, he would at most say, "This is my nephew's relative."

  Look, look, this uncle's attitude, this uncle's art of speaking, makes Zhang Xuan elated.

   Zhang Xuan is very clear: Ruan Dezhi treated several people differently, which was obviously intentional. The reason for this is to highlight her status, to make Mrs. Hui depend on herself in the future, and to break off the thoughts that Mrs. Hui should not have in advance.

   He quietly observed Sister Hui and Sun Fucheng:

   found that Mrs. Hui always kept a smile, and she didn't talk too much in front of anyone and didn't overstep her.

   And Sun Fu's achievements were much simpler, he kept his mouth shut like a gourd, and he didn't have any expressions, like an invisible person who didn't seem to exist.

   Zhang Xuan wondered if the two of them understood what Ruan Dezhi meant. But thinking that this is two people, it should not be so stupid.

   All the way through many warehouses, Ruan Dezhi and a few people finally came to a warehouse by the sea, let people open the door, and said to the three:

   "83,000 pieces of clothing are here, come in and see. Among them, men's and women's shirts, short-sleeved T-shirts, trousers, and casual pants account for more than half.

   The rest are coats, jeans, flared trousers, cotton sweater pants, women's clothing, jackets and underwear, and we have them all sorted into categories, which are convenient and hassle-free. "

   Said, Ruan Dezhi personally carried the three identification tags: "This pile is all coats, and the materials are polyester, chemical fiber, cotton, and other materials."

  Here, Ruan Dezhi ordered someone to open a bag, took out a coat and said, "This coat weighs 1.2 kilograms, the fabric is satin, and there is gold and silver filigree..."

   Don't look at Ruan Dezhi's indifferent attitude towards Sister Hui's father and daughter at first. But when it comes to business, he is very modest and meticulous, for fear that a few people will make wrong decisions because they don't understand.

For example, weight, men's shirts (pieces) weigh 200-300 grams, cotton sweaters (pieces) weigh 200 grams, women's shirts (pieces) weigh 100-150 grams, women's clothing (pieces) 350-500 grams, short-sleeved T-shirts (pieces) The weight is 100 grams, and the underwear (strip) weighs 50 grams…

   The attitude of this uncle is very clear. It is the first time you are using this thing, and the clothes are very bad. I have explained all aspects to you clearly. You can buy or not, the decision is in your hands, but he will no longer be responsible for the goods out of the warehouse.

   Barabara talked for about half an hour, and then Ruan Dezhi let the three of them watch it at will, and he chatted with his colleagues next to him. While talking and laughing, he occasionally pointed at Zhang Xuan and said a few sharp words.

   For example, saying to someone: This is my nephew, a college student, and a writer...

  From noon to the next sunset, although Sister Hui was busy looking at this and that in silence, she was careful to not let go of every yard, and carefully inspected the goods, but her eyes were always shining.

   Picking an opportunity, Zhang Xuan asked in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, what do you think?"

  Sister Hui suddenly changed into a smiling face and said, "Okay. The quality, style and condition of this batch of clothes are better than I imagined."

   Hearing this, Zhang Xuan was relieved and asked further: "Then do we want it?"

   Sister-in-law Hui nodded her head several times, and said very neatly: "Yes, of course, all of them. This kind of opportunity is rare once in a thousand years, and you will regret it if you don't buy it."

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