Before dawn, the gate of the Leizi Soda Factory was already bustling. Several huge trucks roared in, their headlights illuminating the dimly lit morning, and the roar of engines echoed through the silent streets.

The shipper rubbed his sleepy eyes and watched in amazement. He hurried forward, trying to make sense of the suddenness. The door opened, and a group of arrogant people jumped out, dressed in uniform and with unquestionable expressions on their faces.

"Hurry up and load the car, as many as you want!" One of them shouted.

The shipper was stunned by their momentum and stammered, "That's ...... That's going to have to be cashed." Xiushu.com

The other party glanced at him contemptuously, took out a thick pile of fifty yuan bills from his pocket, and shook it in front of him: "Who do you look down on? Hurry up and load the truck!"

The shipper was stunned, he had never seen such an arrogant buyer. He swallowed his saliva, nodded hurriedly, and replied, "Okay, okay, I'll pretend immediately."

At this time, the administrator of the factory also rushed to hear the sound. He witnessed this scene, and although he was surprised in his heart, he was more puzzled. He quietly stepped aside, took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Bingsen's number.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, no, there are several trucks at the gate of the factory." The administrator said hurriedly.

Jiang Bingsen was asleep, he was woken up by the ringing of the phone, and sat up abruptly after hearing the administrator's words: "What? How many trucks?"

"Six, six!" The administrator replied, "They want to load the truck directly, and the shipper has already gone to arrange it."

Jiang Bingsen's heart tightened, this situation had never happened. He immediately became alert: "You hold them steady first, and I'll be there at once."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Bingsen quickly got dressed and rushed out of the house. He knew that there must be something strange behind this sudden big order. He had to check it out for himself to be reassured.

Jiang Bingsen rode a motorcycle, speeding down the road in the early morning, and the cold wind cut across his cheeks like a knife. When we arrived at the factory, several huge trucks were busy loading goods, and the roar of engines and the shouts of workers mingled to create a busy and orderly picture.

He stopped the car, walked over to a truck driver who was loading, and pretended to be kind and accosted: "Master, the loading has started so early, and the business is really booming."

The truck driver glanced at him with a hint of wariness and impatience in his eyes, "Well, it's okay. Why do you ask so much?"

Jiang Bingsen smiled and quickly explained, "Oh, it's nothing, it's just a casual chat. I'm the person in charge of this factory, if you can't sell your drinks, you can return them to us, and we are responsible for our big customers."

The truck driver frowned, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes: "Return? No, we'll take care of it ourselves. Stay away from us if you're fine, we're busy."

Jiang Bingsen was a little embarrassed by the driver's attitude, but he didn't give up and continued to probe: "Master, don't get me wrong, I just want to know about our product sales. Where are you going to sell these drinks?"

The truck driver suddenly became vigilant, and his eyes stared sharply at Jiang Bingsen: "Why are you asking so much? We'll pay for the goods, you don't have to worry about the rest!"

Jiang Bingsen was taken aback by the driver's reaction, and he hurriedly waved his hand and explained, "Oh, I didn't express it clearly. I mean, if you need it later, you can order it from us."

However, the truck driver has stopped paying attention to him and continues to be busy loading. Jiang Bingsen stood aside, his heart full of doubts and uneasiness. He keenly sensed that this matter was not simple, and that these truck drivers seemed to be hiding something.

After loading, the trucks drove away from the factory one by one. Jiang Bingsen's heart moved, and he decided to quietly follow the convoy to see where the goods were going. He stepped onto the motorcycle and followed closely behind the truck.

The cold morning wind whistled across his cheeks, like a knife cutting through his skin. He felt a biting chill hit him, and he couldn't help but shiver. However, he did not give up and continued to follow the convoy firmly.

Gradually, the convoy drove away from the city, and the surrounding scenery became more and more desolate.

Jiang Bingsen began to look for opportunities to get off the road, trying to get around the front of the convoy. However, his actions were soon noticed by the driver behind him.

"Grass, it's still coming up! What does this kid want to do?" In the last car, the driver was the person who spoke to Jiang Bingsen.

The co-pilot whispered, "So what are we going to do?" "I'm going to clean him up, this calf, I owe a beating!"

The driver suddenly accelerated and crossed the car in front of Jiang Bingsen, blocking his way.

Jiang Bingsen was taken aback, and it was only after emergency braking to avoid crashing into the truck.

He looked up and saw the driver jumping out of the car with a steel pipe in his hand and walking towards him with a fierce face.

"TGB, you still dare to stalk, you don't want to live, do you?!"

Jiang Bingsen's heart tightened, he knew that he was not an opponent.

He hurriedly started the motorcycle and turned around and ran, his heart full of fear and uneasiness. The driver didn't chase him, just watched him flee the scene coldly.

After returning home, Jiang Bingsen still recalled the thrilling scene just now with lingering palpitations. Ь.

He felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, piercing through his heart. He knew that he had indeed acted recklessly this time, but he was also deeply aware of the complexity and danger behind this matter.

He sat on the sofa and pondered for a long time, his heart full of doubts and uneasiness.

He knew he couldn't stop there, he had to find out the true purpose of these trucks and the secrets behind them.

Jiang Bingsen thought about it while driving back.

I was driving a car when I noticed a drink being sold in front of a small shop.

Although it was very cold in the morning, Jiang Bingsen was still a little dry and sweaty because he was scared.

He stopped the car, intending to buy something to drink.

But when I stopped, I found that the store was full of people, and everyone was buying drinks.

Looking at the counter, the bottle is very similar to the thunder soda produced by himself.

But look at the label, it's another brand.

As for the price, it's still five cents a bottle here, and as in the past, it doesn't seem to have been affected by the price war in the city.

Jiang Bingsen bought a bottle, he took a sip, and found that the drink was ......

Isn't this Thunder Soda?

This thing is produced by them, he drinks it every day, and he can taste it in one sip, and it is produced in his own factory.

Jiang Bingsen was curious, and then asked, "Big brother, where did you get this soda from?"

The boss smiled: "This is a gift, by the way, you can also draw a lottery, and the first prize is a bicycle."

"Huh? Bicycle?"

Hearing this award, an uneasy thought suddenly rose in Jiang Bingsen's heart.

Could this not be Chu Tian's doing?