Chapter 227: Without a Trace

Just after 9 a.m. the next day, Duan Deming and Zhu Daolin took two young salesmen from the factory to the provincial railway service company in a Grand Cherokee, and after more than 40 minutes of bargaining, they bought 37 scrapped containers of different degrees of new and old, with an average of 3,500 yuan each.

Zhu Daolin didn't bring a bank card, and Duan Deming didn't say a word to pay the money from the advance payment.

After the manager of the obese service company dealt with the backlog of waste products and recovered nearly 130,000 yuan, he naturally smiled and served thoughtfully, and took the initiative to ask if it was necessary to deliver it to the door?

Duan Deming immediately reported the address of his agricultural machinery factory, and the manager of the service company was embarrassed: "The distance is almost 100 kilometers, and I have to charge a little gas for delivery, otherwise it is difficult to explain to the leaders above." ”

Zhu Daolin suddenly asked, "It's okay to pay some gasoline fees, but can you help me load the grain and transport it back?" ”

The fat manager's eyes rolled: "That's it, I will send a car to transport 37 empty containers to your designated place, what do you have to load in the container, how much can be loaded, each box only charges you 380 yuan for freight, which is a little more than gasoline money, but no invoice, how about it?" ”

"Then let's make a decision!" Zhu Daolin didn't wait for Duan Deming to speak, he stretched out his hand to the fat manager, and the two sides shook hands, and the business was done.

Zhu Daolin and Duan Deming, under the guidance of the fat manager, went to the bank next to the station to complete the payment and transfer, and agreed to determine the location of the grain through their mobile phones at noon.

Duan Deming was forced by Zhu Daolin to drive to COFCO's subordinate branch, and repeatedly asked Zhu Daolin what nerves he had along the way, and he actually bought food in this place? Zhu Daolin couldn't explain it, and the result was a scoundrel sentence: "Lao Tzu is in a panic, willing, you bite my urine?" ”

Two o'clock in the afternoon. The convoy of the railway service company drove to the grain warehouse in the western suburbs as promised, and the more than 300 porters who had been waiting for a long time for double the wages immediately moved, carrying bags of two-year-old stock rice from the three storage granaries on the pedal, and sending 100 kilograms of heavy sacks of rice into the container. Duan Deming pouted, disdainfully saying that the workers in their factory were equally capable.

The two watched for half an hour, leaving two young salesmen to be in charge of the follow-up work, drove to the metal recycling company that contacted the company at noon, and after paying 32,000 yuan in cash, the recycling company quickly transferred three large flatbed trailers to lift eight scrapped postal containers with good appearance and quite sturdy shape onto the car board.

In less than half an hour, three large trailers carrying empty containers followed the Grand Cherokee driven by Duan Deming to the agricultural machinery factory 98 kilometers to the west.

After dinner. The convoy of 37 containers loaded with grain arrived at the wide wilderness 3 kilometers north of the bridge, and the crane that had been waiting for a long time immediately lifted the full containers one by one, and it took more than two hours to complete, and one of the salesmen ran a few kilometers and went back to report that all 37 containers were stacked at the designated place.

After Zhu Daolin thanked him, he asked him to ride a motorcycle to call another companion back, and 37 containers of rice were put there.

Duan Deming also agreed, since Zhu Daolin insisted on going his own way, he would satisfy him. Anyway, no one stole it for a few days.

On the morning of the next day, Duan Deming was once again urged by Zhu Daolin to promote the city to buy scrapped containers. After running down for most of the day, I bought 52 scrapped containers again, collected almost all the scrapped containers that did not fall apart in the provincial capital, and then continued to follow the chattering Zhu Daolin to select the strongest 12 containers to transport back.

The two young salesmen stayed in the provincial capital for one night, so that the next day they could go to the grain depot in the western suburbs with the arranged convoy to load the 800 tons of aged rice they had purchased again into containers and transport them back.

Just after five o'clock in the afternoon. Forty containers loaded with 800 tons of aged rice were also unloaded onto the wasteland where there were few empty spaces, and the two salesmen returned to the factory to report together, and Zhu Daolin took out the 4,000 yuan he borrowed from Duan Deming and gave it to the two young salesmen as hard work.

The two young men saw Duan Deming nodding and immediately accepted it, and left excitedly after thanking Zhu Daolin repeatedly. The 40 containers of rice, like the previous 37 containers, were left unattended in the barren mountains.

Late at night on the third day, at the foot of the western hill deep in the agricultural machinery factory, Zhu Daolin and Duan Deming instructed the workers to complete the final task, and put all the 12,000 flintlock guns, 24 forged steel cannons loaded on gun trucks, 20,000 repair kits with flintlock pistol wearing parts, and 15,000 flintlock pistol bayonets into six containers placed horizontally on three medium-sized flatbed trucks, and continued to deliver them to the wilderness three kilometers north of the bridge, just like the 14 containers used to load artillery three times in the afternoon.

At 10:40 p.m., 97 containers that had been shipped in the past three days were piled up in the wilderness, and all the vehicle personnel left and rushed back to eat and fill their stomachs.

After Duan Deming drove a kilometer, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he felt that he had been a little abnormal under Zhu Daolin's flickering in the past few days.

So he slowly braked the car and turned off the engine, got out of the car and walked to the back of the car, looking at the pile of containers under the stars and moons, recalling the experience of the past three days from beginning to end, and then analyzing Zhu Daolin's words repeatedly, after thinking about it, he still couldn't figure out what method Zhu Daolin would use and what kind of team he would transfer to transport away 97 containers loaded with more than 1,500 tons of aged rice, 12,000 flintlock guns, 150 forged steel cannons and many spare parts.

Zhu Daolin's eyes were very good, and he saw Duan Deming standing behind the butt of the car from a distance, silently smoking and looking around and reluctant to leave.

After thinking about it for a moment, Zhu Daolin couldn't help but smile, he was very familiar with Duan Deming's frank and upright character, and knew that since he left, he would not come back in a short time, and if he wanted to come back, he would come back to see his excitement after eating and drinking, so he didn't care about him, and slowly walked around the container full of advanced flintlock pistols and high-quality artillery.

Duan Deming waited for half an hour, and thought hard for half an hour, but still didn't see a car arrive to transport even a container, and he wondered even more if Zhu Daolin was crazy?

After thinking about it repeatedly, Duan Deming, who lost his patience, resolutely decided: go back to eat first, then take a good bath, and then drive over slowly to see what tricks Zhu Daolin is playing on this dog day!

At one o'clock in the morning, Duan Deming drove to the wilderness 3 kilometers north of the small bridge, and was shocked to find that 97 containers and his good brother Zhu Daolin had disappeared without a trace.

Duan Deming hurriedly jumped out of the car and looked around, looking around, where was there still the shadow of Zhu Daolin and the container? Shocked, his jaw almost dropped, pulling the shiny hair on his head, and turned around a few times in place, still not understanding, how could Zhu Daolin and 97 fully loaded containers leave in just 2 or two hours? (To be continued......)