Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Chapter 310: So brave, report it to me

The tip of the dagger pierced through the work clothes and stabbed into Zhang Hai's flesh.

Zhang Hai closed his eyes tightly in panic and started crying: "Wuwuwu! Don't, don't kill me!"

"Brother Chen... No, Master Chen!"

"Please kneel down!"

"Otherwise, Brother Guangrong will really kill me!"

"Guang, Brother Guangrong is just asking for money. As long as we give him money, he will let us go!"

Kneeling is of course impossible.

And I figured out Brother Guangrong's identity from Zhang Hai's words.

This guy is a cargo tyrant!

Until the beginning of the 2nd millennium, bandits and robbers were still extremely rampant in some places.

Car thieves usually steal the cargo on the truck, which was very common in the 1980s and 1990s.

Especially after the rise of domestic motorcycles.

Many young men followed the trucks on motorcycles and used flying claws to pull the goods off the trucks and take them away.

To deal with this situation, truck drivers often take several trucks on the road at the same time, and cargo owners will also hire special escorts.

The escort was in the rear truck bed with a long pole, staying with the cargo.

If they see a motorcycle pulling goods behind them, they will swing a long pole and hit it.

Road bullies set up checkpoints and poles on the road without permission, and passing vehicles must pay a fee before they can pass.

When it was at its most rampant, almost every village near the road would set up checkpoints and collect fees.

There are also people who are a combination of car thieves and road bullies. Not only do they set up checkpoints and collect fees, they also steal goods.

During that period, there were also bandits and robbers on the railways.

The train robbers usually consist of a dozen or even dozens of people who board the bus with weapons and rob money. Every passenger on the train has to hand over the money they have.

Anyone who dares to resist will be beaten up.

Even the train police would get beaten.

In comparison, the thieves in the car are much more civilized...

Railway bullies attacked freight trains.

As soon as the truck stops, they rush over to move the goods.

Whether it's coal, sugarcane or something else, as long as there's cargo, they'll move it.

In addition to these bandits and highway bullies, there is also a group of people who occupy the cargo yard.

This type of role can be regarded as the predecessor of various logistics companies.

Make money by monopolizing the transportation of goods.

From the 1990s to the early 2000s, competition among these logistics companies was extremely fierce, and the market was almost fought for. It is no exaggeration to say that every inch of market is worth an inch of blood.

At that time, any logistics company that could succeed had at least a hundred or eighty capable people under its command.

Brother Guangrong is one of those people who occupies the cargo yard.

After knowing that Brother Guangrong is a cargo tyrant, I am not so nervous anymore.

In this line of work, fights are commonplace, but usually no one is killed.

As long as you don't risk your life, everything else can be discussed.

The corners of my mouth curled up into a smile: "Brother Guangrong, there is no way I can kneel."

"Fuck you..."

Before Brother Guangrong could finish his curse words, I said, "But I can pay for your brother's medical expenses."

"Make a price."

Brother Guangrong was stunned. He didn't expect me to throw money at him.

Zhang Hai hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, pay, he'll pay!"

"Aren't you just looking for money?"

Brother Guangrong smacked his lips twice.

He wanted to continue pretending to be fierce, but he couldn't keep his expression straight any longer.

So he yelled at his men in shame and anger: "You stupid losers!"

"Three people can't take care of one!"

"roll!"

The three people surrounding me hung their heads, put away their steel pipes, and retreated behind Brother Guangrong.

Brother Guangrong kicked Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai was kicked and staggered and fell towards me.

I stepped aside and didn't help.

He screamed and fell to the ground, landing hard.

As long as Zhang Hai did a good job of intermediating and passing on the message, this matter wouldn't have become so dangerous.

I don't know what was wrong with him, but he caused misunderstandings between us.

"Hey, why don't you give me a hand?"

"Look at where I fell, there must be bruises all over my body." Zhang Hai kept complaining.

I ignored Zhang Hai.

Throwing away the iron rod, Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the iron stool beside the stove and waved to Brother Guangrong.

"Brother Guangrong, let's talk."

"I can let you transport these goods."

"Including your brother's medical expenses, name a price."

Brother Guangrong put away the dagger, sat opposite me and laughed.

"Handsome boy, you're so brave!"

"Where are you sending the goods? The price will vary depending on the distance."

I recalled the address and name on Boss Dong's note and slowly reported them out.

"Dapeng Bay, Xiashazhou, Linqiang."

"The sandbar at the bottom of Dapeng Bay...Lin, Lin Qiang..."

Brother Guangrong repeated it with some stuttering.

Then he jumped up as if his butt was on fire.

Dang rang rang!

The three young men dropped the steel pipes in their hands to the ground, and each of them had a look of fear on their face.

"It's Brother Qiang's stuff!"

"Brother Guangrong...we, we're in trouble!"

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Brother Guangrong was in a trance for a moment, and then his face was full of smiles.

"Oops!"

"The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and family members no longer recognize each other!"

"You said you were delivering the goods to Brother Qiang!"

"There wouldn't be such a big misunderstanding!"

"What happened just now was all a misunderstanding!"

"Shorty, why don't you call a car and help this brother deliver the goods to Xiashazhou!"

The shortest guy got out of the car and ran towards the freight yard warehouse.

I rolled my eyes and thought that the name and address given by Boss Dong were really unusual.

He must be a very powerful person here, and he can keep things under control!

Brother Guangrong continued to have a flattering smile on his face.

He blinked his thieving eyes, clasped his hands together and said, "Brother, please give me ten thousand."

Wan'er is a slang term in the underworld, referring to hundreds of surnames.

Baowaner means reporting one's surname.

The surnames in the underworld jargon also have their own meanings, and they are not directly reported as Zhang, Wang, Li, or Zhao.

For example, if your surname is Wang, you have to say that you are Hutou Waner.

Because there is a "王" on the tiger's head, "虎头万儿" means the surname "王".

In the past, people in the underworld would give their surnames in a metaphorical way because they were afraid that speaking directly would reveal their true identity.

Brother Guangrong had obviously calmed down and was asking this question to test me.

See if I am a gangster.

Fortunately, I had listened to Tuo Ye telling stories about the underworld many times before, and several times he told stories about the underworld.

At that time, I specifically asked what "Wan'er" should be reported if the surname is Chen.

Bao Wan'er is a common folk tale in the martial arts world, and is almost the same everywhere in the country.

The Spring Festival customs in each industry are different, and there are even differences between the north and the south.

In the underworld, if someone knows all the spring and autumn rules in all walks of life, he is called Manchun Mandian.

Usually, only those who run hotels and receive people from all over the world can have a full spring and full celebration.

I clasped my fists and said, "Haiquan Wan'er!"

When I reported to Wan'er, I thought to myself that the little underworld jargon that Tuoye taught me might not be enough.

If Brother Guangrong continues to speak in jargon, I might not be able to answer him.

So he changed the subject and said, "The goods are wanted by the boss from Hong Kong Island."

"We have to transport it to Brother Qiang quickly."

"If we are late, neither you nor I can afford it."

Beads of sweat appeared on Brother Guangrong's temples, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes."

"I asked someone to move the goods and load them onto the truck..."

Crunch!

A truck drove onto the platform and stopped suddenly.

The short guy pushed open the car door and gasped, "Oh no! There's someone in a wide-brimmed hat coming over here!"

"They said they're going to shut down the site for inspection!"