"You're a good newsman, aren't you?" Huang Mao grabbed Fugui's collar and wanted to punch him.

But Zhang Jianjun's movements were even faster than him, and he quickly pulled the two apart.

He turned to look at Fugui and said, "Let's go, take us there." ”

Huang Mao glanced at Zhang Jianjun with some anxiety, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to follow the brothers secretly?" ”

Zhang Jianjun replied confidently: "Don't worry, even if they want to attack me, they have to be clear about their own strength, you put these fertilizers in the nearby abandoned warehouse, and then find two people to look at it, this is our evidence, we can't lose it." ”

Huang Mao was still a little worried, but Zhang Jianjun had spoken, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only nod his head and say that he knew.

Zhang Jianjun got into a rich truck and drove to another outskirts.

The atmosphere in the car was a little awkward, Fugui looked like an honest man, but he was a thief, and at this moment, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one else in the car, he kept looking at Zhang Jianjun with small eyes.

Zhang Jianjun glared at him angrily and reminded: "You can't see the flowers anymore, and when you get to the place, you must be interested in the cooperation I said." ”

Fugui didn't agree with his words, but he didn't want to waste time arguing with Zhang Jianjun, so he could only pretend not to hear it, glanced to the other side, and looked out the window.

An hour later, the truck entered an urban village and then detoured the road to a more remote location.

For the route here, Zhang Jianjun has always kept it in mind, lest he miss some details.

After another ten minutes, the truck entered a factory and then stopped.

As soon as he opened the car door, Zhang Jianjun smelled a strange stench, similar to the smell of the roots of the peach tree.

He turned his head and looked around, this was a factory area, full of factories, and there were many workers working in it.

Zhang Jianjun retracted his gaze, looked at Fugui on the side, and asked, "What about your cousin?" ”

"He's waiting for you in the office, let's go."

As soon as he finished saying this, two people walked out of the factory, looked Zhang Jianjun up and down, and then walked in front and led them into a bungalow.

The so-called office is actually very simple, with only a desk, a wooden bed in the innermost place, and a row of shelves in the direction of the window, on which a few potted plants are placed.

Behind the desk, there was a man who was smoking, and after seeing Zhang Jianjun come in, he looked at him with interesting eyes.

"Yes, dare to investigate my factory, it turns out to be the famous Zhang Jianjun!"

Zhang Jianjun didn't have any impression of this person, he must have never seen it before, but now his name is very famous in the neighborhood, so it is not strange that he can be recognized.

Looking at him, he has been waiting for a long time.

"Come, sit down and have tea."

He got up amicably and motioned for Zhang Jianjun to sit down in front of him.

"You guys go out first."

The rest of the people, as if they had received some kind of hint, walked out and closed the door casually.

The lights in the room were a little dark, perhaps because the doors and windows were closed, so the light could not shine in, and only a dim light was on.

"What do you call it?" Zhang Jianjun asked with a normal heart.

The other party just took a deep puff of cigarette and replied casually: "Wang Shan." ”