At 5:20 a.m., in a private dock in Ninghai City, more than a dozen men gathered at the foot of an empty mountain, and some of them looked around from time to time, as if they were waiting for something.

This place is called Sifangling, and it is one of the most famous smuggling wharves in Ninghai.

It is not a dock for smuggling by sea, as is the case with some docks, but it is a dock on land, but it is not a wharf for smuggling goods by car.

Someone gave Sifangling a nickname, called Smuggling Paradise.

Because Sifangling is relatively close to the country of Nanyue, one side of many mountains here is the border of China, and the other side is the border of South Vietnam.

Many of the smuggling wharves are engaged in big business, and chicken feet and frozen meat are brought from South Vietnam into ships, and they are being transported to the ports and sold to all parts of China. Or smuggle luxury cars in, and then sell them to the rich second generation of coal bosses in various places, and they communicate with the 'underworld' through their own connections to give some tea fees, and they are successfully licensed and become legal cars.

But Sifangling is different here, because their smuggling channels and sea machine freight are different. Most of them come over the mountains and mountains, and can only smuggle some small and high-value things, such as watches, expensive mobile phones, high-end cosmetics, etc.!

After all, tariffs are too expensive, such as cosmetics, you have to pay 50 percent consumption tax, plus 17 percent VAT and 25 percent customs duty.

The method of tax rates is not to multiply these rates directly, but to multiply the tariff rate to get the tariff, and then add the value of the cosmetics themselves, and then multiply it by other taxes.

If the cosmetics of 10,000 yuan go through the customs and calculate all the taxes and fees, there will be more than 10,000 yuan of taxes and fees that should be paid. The value of cosmetics itself is more than 20,000 yuan, and then it is transported to various domestic distributors for sale, which is more than 30,000 yuan or even higher.

High taxes and fees make things imported in China much more expensive than abroad, a 300,000 Land Rover, in China is more than 1 million, most of which are paid into the tax.

If you can save these high taxes and fees, then it is equivalent to making a lot of money in vain, plus the profit from selling at a high price, it can only be described as a windfall profit!

Marx famously said, "If capital has ten percent profit, it dares to guarantee that it will be used everywhere; With twenty percent profit, it becomes active; With a 50 percent profit, it takes a risk; For the sake of 100 percent profit, it dares to trample on all human laws; There is a 300% profit; It will dare to commit any crime."

There are huge profits, and naturally there are illegal and opportunistic people, so smuggling is active.

Sifang Ridge is surrounded by mountains on all sides, unlike other large highways that pass through the South Vietnam National Passage and are transported by car, and the only roads here are steep mountain roads and mountain walls.

As of 2015, their per capita annual income was only more than 1,900 US dollars, that is, about 13,000 Chinese dollars, and an average salary of more than 1,000 Chinese dollars a month.

But here, they work for a few days and set a month's salary in China.

These South Vietnamese people were very desperate, putting the smuggled boxes on their backs, and then fixing them with ropes and tying them to their bodies, and some of them even carried two or three boxes at a time, with a total weight of more than 100 kilograms.

Most of the South Vietnamese people are relatively short in stature, and there are men and women who come here to carry things, and most of them are carried by women, and even the old women of the South Vietnamese country are fifty or sixty years old.

Men carry heavier things on their backs, and there have been news reports of a man carrying a motorcycle on his shoulder and climbing the mountain trail.

Carrying more than 100 kilograms of things on their backs, equivalent to the weight of two of them, these South Vietnamese people seemed to be nothing, as long as they tied the rope tightly, they walked on the steep mountain road as if they were walking on the ground.

Sometimes it was necessary to climb, and they climbed over it gently like a nobody. It was as if the box behind them, which was several times larger than their weight and even several times larger than them, had no effect on them in the slightest.

A person who had something to do with the local forces once came here and used his mobile phone to take pictures of them carrying things up the mountain, and then just sighed: "When China and Nanyue fought a war decades ago, I finally understood how heroic the female soldiers of Nanyue were!" ”

When they brought them to the top of the hill, there was a simple little house cut out of cement bricks on the top of the hill, surrounded by a guardrail made of cement bricks, and the things were placed in it, and those small houses were the usual resting places of the porters.

On the opposite side of this humble residential area, there is the Huaxia Customs on the top of the mountain, and a few dozen meters ahead is the customs control card of the South Vietnamese State.

This is equivalent to a very large mountain range, with Huaxia on one side and South Vietnam on the other. And on the top of the hill opposite to the South Vietnamese Kingdom, there are also small houses like this, and then they are full of things.

During the day, they can't transport things over, and even if they finish carrying them, they can only nap and play with their mobile phones in a simple small house or next to the pile of goods, waiting for the evening to come.

From 9 p.m. to 11 p.m., the customs officers on the top of the mountains in the two countries would go to bed and take a nap, and then these South Vietnamese porters would move things from the mountains on the Huaxia side, and then from the mountains of the South Vietnamese countries on the other side.

In the same way, the porters on the South Vietnamese side are like this, moving here and bringing back new ones.

With such a round trip, you can earn 100 Huaxia coins, and if you move two more times, you will have 300 yuan a day, and it will only take three or four days to reach the monthly income of Nanyue, and there may be more goods.

Working for a month in South Vietnam for a year, those who are poor in South Vietnam will naturally not let go of this opportunity to turn a crow into a phoenix.

The outer sack of the box they carry the goods is usually marked with a number, such as "XL01" or "JQ12".

The English letter in front of it represents the code of a contractor, and the number behind it is the number of the porter.

Generally speaking, on a mountain, the 'underworld' forces will appoint 30 contract foremen, and these 30 contract foremen will pay 10,000 Huaxia yuan to the 'underworld' every month, and then they will get inside information, and at 9 o'clock and 11 o'clock in the evening, they can smuggle goods over while the customs staff are napping.

Each contractor can recruit 30 porters, who are responsible for helping them carry things over, and give 100 yuan for each round trip.

In addition to transporting things, if people from the two countries smuggle into another country, they can also blend in with the team of porters, as long as they don't take anything and follow along, they are generally fine, and no one will pay attention to you.

However, if a person with a lot of expensive things walks over and is found to be in trouble, he will confiscate all his belongings for smuggling and then send them back.

The same carries things in the past, if the number on the sack is not a familiar number, hehe...... Sorry, confiscated.

Only those who have paid protection money to the 'underworld' can use the legal transportation number to move things over, otherwise, in this barren mountain and wilderness, there will be no one to support you and get ahead.

As the so-called mountain is high and the emperor is far away, disobedient people are killed by the 'underworld' here, and they can only die in vain, without their heads and pity, they are almost like a dead ant.

And the dozen or so people who looked around at the bottom of the hill were the smugglers who had just paid a little money to the contractor assigned by the 'underworld', and the contractor took them to smuggle in.

At the moment they were looking around, as if waiting for someone to come and connect.

"Whew-"

At this time, the sound of motorcycles speeding towards this direction was heard at the foot of the mountain, and then the engine stopped at the bottom of the mountain.

After a while, a man in a white shirt quickly rushed towards the dozen or so stowaways, and said in a panic: "Hades, Elvis, no, no, no!" ”

"What's so flustered? Didn't you hand it over to you in the training class, so you should be calm when you encounter problems? Hearing this person shouting, soon someone in the crowd responded coldly.

"The Serpent King is dead! The blood demon is also dead, and the other people who arrived in Ninghai first to lurk are all dead! The white shirt finally trotted in front of everyone, panting.

"What-" As soon as the man in the white shirt said this, the dozen or so people present couldn't help but open their mouths wide, and all of them looked surprised.

"What do you say? All dead? Someone in the crowd grabbed the man in the white shirt and asked in an almost frenzied roar.

"Yes, everyone is dead, and so is the Serpent King." The man in the white shirt was not angry because he was caught, but said in frustration.

After a long while, he was finally let go of the man who had been caught, and the crowd calmed down, as if the dead had little effect on them.

"Were they all killed by the UN Special Forces?" A thin man came out of the crowd and asked coldly.

"The Snake King infiltrated the embassy first, and was killed by them, while the other people who hadn't yet lurked in were killed by a team of Huaxia special forces at the Sanben Hotel!" The man in the white shirt responded.

"Damn, it's the chief soldier of Huaxia again!" After hearing this, the thin man scolded angrily. But he quickly calmed down and asked, "With their clever covert methods, they shouldn't have been discovered, have you found out how they were found out?" ”

"I don't know, I've already contacted some powerful people in Ninghai to find out the news, as long as we promise enough benefits, those people should be able to give us the most authentic information." The man in the white shirt said.

"Okay, you hurry up and investigate, at all costs, you must find out the reason why they were found out, otherwise you will come to see me." The thin man said coldly with a straight face.

"Yes!" The short man hurriedly agreed.

The thin man waved his hand expressionlessly and said, "You go back first, we won't enter Ninghai City for the time being, let's lurk here for a few days first, you have accurate news, and then we will go out." ”

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At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, in a chic villa in Ninghai, a skinny boy was practicing martial arts on the lawn in the backyard.

"Ho ho ho-" The boy practiced very devotedly, punching and kicking vigorously, and from time to time shouting along with the moves.

He was wearing a loose practice uniform, his forehead was covered with sweat, and the clothes on his body were also soaked with sweat, which was enough to see how hard he practiced.

At this time, a young girl in a long robe came over and said to the boy who was practicing, "Xiao Wu, go take a shower and change clothes, and get ready to go out to eat with me." ”

"I'll practice for a while before I go out, okay?" Hearing the young woman's words, the boy replied.

"No, it's noon, you're not hungry, I'm not hungry? Besides, how can you have the energy to practice without eating. The young woman pursed her lips and grumbled with some dissatisfaction.

The boy is Lu Xuan's disciple Xiao Wu, and the girl is Luo Xun'er, the hostess of this villa.

"Okay, Sister Xun'er, then I'll finish this set of punches and go to the shower." After Xiao Wu listened, he replied.

When Luo Xun'er heard this, she suddenly showed a trace of unhappiness on her face, and shouted: "I still have to finish a set of punches, when will I have to wait?" ”

"It's almost there, it's already halfway through the fight, and it's over in five minutes." Xiao Wu replied.

"Ouch, five minutes is so long!" When Luo Xun'er heard that there were still five minutes left, she had always been in a hurry, and she couldn't help but complain.

However, seeing that Xiao Wu was concentrating on practicing boxing and ignored herself, she suddenly looked like a deflated ball again, nu cherry pout, and muttered: "Okay, okay, then you hurry up." ”

"It's over!"

Five minutes later, Xiao Wu finally finished a full set of punches, shouted and ran to his room to take a shower and change clothes.

After about five minutes, Xiao Wu changed his clothes, and came to Luo Xun'er with a slightly moist hair dryer that hadn't been dried, and said, "Sister Xun'er, I've taken a bath." ”

"So fast?" Seeing Xiao Wu appear in front of him so soon, Luo Xun'er showed a slightly surprised look and shouted in a low voice.

Xiao Wu smiled slightly and replied: "This is normal, anyway, men can be cleaned with a casual scrub, and they are not migrant workers who work every day." The master said that in the army, the average soldier rarely bathes for more than five minutes, and uses the saved time to do other things. ”

"Hmph, you're not a soldier. Besides, why learn from your master, the big villain! Luo Xun'er pursed her lips and said a little angrily.

"Hehe, my master is not bad." Xiao Wu smiled wryly, and said with a meaningful smile.

"Smack-"

Luo Xun'er raised her hand and slapped Xiao Wu's head, and complained a little unhappily: "What are you little kid doing nonsense, hurry up and give me something to eat." ”

"Wronged! I didn't think about anything. Xiao Wu rubbed his head and shouted innocently.

"Pretend, your smile just now has betrayed you deeply." Luo Xun'er raised her cheeks and muttered.

"Hey, hey, hey." Xiao Wu just smiled wryly, rubbed his head and didn't speak again.

So the two of them came to Luo Xun'er's yellow Lamborghini side by side, opened the car door and got into the car, and drove away from the villa to find something to eat.

This book is derived from Kanshu.com