After leaving the transportation station, Wang Chengzhu headed to the port area. He planned to rent a ship to ship out the half of the warehouse grain.
The private courtyard he rented was unsettling, so he was not in the mood to continue playing the "air transport game" there as a transfer station. Wang Chengzhu decided to adjust his thinking, change his playing style, and open up a new track.
Although it is the headquarters of the North China Expeditionary Forces, the public security in the society is chaotic, and the enemy and puppet military and police officers are engaged in sustainable fishing. According to Wang Chengzhu's subjective feeling, the level of comprehensive social security management is not even as good as the jagged war buffer in eastern Shanxi and Hebei.
District. At least, the policy on theft and looting along the outer line of actual control in the liberated areas is very strict, while the enemy-occupied actual control points and communication lines on the opposite side are maintained with high-pressure measures. Small-scale troubles cannot make a splash, and large-scale operations are either recruitment or raids.
Clean up.
It was another time to miss the base area, Wang Chengzhu thought as he took out money and gave it to the rickshaw driver.
After showing his pass and registering, Wang Chengzhu walked into the port area.
He took out a pack of "Daqianmen" cigarettes and distributed them to the two patrol workers standing guard.
The doorman skillfully took out the cigarette racks and put them on both sides of the ears. He took out one each and put it under his nose, sniffed it and said "good smoke".
Wang Chengzhu pretended to be generous and pushed back the cigarette case he handed back. He pointed at the black and green uniforms that were clearly surrounded by a large circle and started the conversation: "Brothers, are there any activities at the warehouse today?"
An older doorman stuffed the cigarette case into his belt, put down his clothes, and replied in a voice that could only be heard in front of him: "It's not good, the devils and black dogs are searching the warehouse again. I don't know what they are now."
This unlucky guy is going to lose his fortune!"
After hearing this, Wang Chengzhu felt nervous and thought that his luck was not that bad. He just planned to transport the things away, and someone came to rob him. He quickly took out a Yuan Datou silver dollar from his pocket and handed it to the older worker, asking:
"Are you checking every day? Why haven't I encountered this kind of thing the past few times I've been here?"
"That's not true, it's the second day." When the older worker saw the money coming, he looked around, picked up the silver dollar, bit it, looked at his teeth marks and replied happily, "I heard there are Japanese merchants.
Lost the goods and are searching the commercial warehouse."
When Wang Chengzhu heard this reason, he curled his lips and said, "This is enough to deceive a three-year-old child!"
The older worker was in a good mood and complimented him: "Who can say otherwise? It has only been three years since the July 7th Incident, which is less than 400 miles away from Wanping. Our memory is not much worse than that of the people in Peking."
"Thank you both." Wang Chengzhu is not a local and has no talent for cross talk. "I'll go in and have a look. I'll treat you two to a drink later."
The three of them bowed their hands to each other and said goodbye politely.
Wang Chengzhu walked into the storage area and watched as dozens of military policemen monitored porters taking out large and small bags from several warehouses and piling them in the open space for people to look through. He consciously did not go up to watch the excitement.
The black baton and the black muzzle of the gun looked like they were not easy to mess with. Although he had a system-digitized body and was not afraid of these, stray bullets were most likely to accidentally injure unrelated people.
In line with the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, Wang Chengzhu went straight to the warehouse management office. He wanted to ask which warehouses had been poisoned by the enemy and puppets in the past two days.
With nothing but money and a sweet mouth, Wang Chengzhu quickly found out what he wanted to know.
The sorghum, rice and linen he purchased from other merchants were gone.
"This is such a forgetful person." Wang Chengzhu cursed angrily when he knew that one of the Japanese merchants who said he had lost something was the one who resold him sorghum rice. Behind him was a Japanese man with a Manchu background.
It's just a little more serious than the Japanese.
