Lin Kun walked out from the shadow of the door, looking quite anxious. He held his hands on his waist and waved, before the car stopped, he walked around the front of the car and opened the door to get in.
"So urgent?"
Ji Bu stood up and brought the waist massager placed in the back seat to him: "I just bought it today. You can try it."
"Um."
Lin Kun put on the massage device and signaled Ji Bu to drive: "There's something wrong with the food, go to the kitchen."
"Um."
Ji Bu nodded, without asking any further questions, and then followed Lin Kun's guidance and headed towards his destination.
The dish should be talking about flour.
As for the kitchen, it should be his underground production workshop.
Thirty minutes later.
The car arrived at Cheung Fai Industrial Building in Kwun Tong, then drove into a spacious alley, turned off the engine and waited.
The alley was very quiet, with several trucks parked in the middle of the road. The cold lights lengthened the shadows of the trucks parked in the alley.
At a glance.
In front of me is a long row of tall buildings with few lights.
"Brother Kun."
Ji Bu sat in the car and waited for a while, looking at Lin Kun who was motionless: "Why don't you just go up?"
"I don't know where it is either."
Lin Kun pinched his eyebrows: "In our industry, superiors and subordinates must maintain absolute isolation from each other. It's safe."
He sighed and said in an impatient tone: "If there wasn't something wrong with the food, I wouldn't even want to come over."
Lin Kun always drives carefully, never revealing the location of the warehouse or the location of the processing plant, and he never shows up in front of the offline.
"ah"
Ji Bu was thoughtful and said nothing.
He took out a cigarette, rolled down the window and was about to light it, when a middle-aged man suddenly walked out of the corridor exit in front.
He has a limp in his middle age. When he walks, he presses his right hand on his leg. He is a lame man.
"Coming."
Lin Kun took off his seat belt and got out of the car, and Ji Bu followed him down.
I saw two people getting out of the car.
The middle-aged man who had just walked towards them immediately turned around, his pace quickened a little and he was about to run away.
"Hey hey hey!"
Lin Kun shouted impatiently: "Why are you running? You are risking trouble. We are one of our own!"
When the middle-aged man heard what Lin Kun said, he stopped and quickly looked Ji Bu up and down: "Who is he?"
Lin Kun said casually: "Abu, the guy in charge of the car."
While they were talking, Ji Bu was also looking at the middle-aged man.
He is about fifty years old, has a white beard, wears glasses, has an ordinary face, and his most obvious feature is that he is lame.
"Hey, boss."
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief: "You should inform me first. Suddenly someone came out. Didn't you scare me to death?"
"Lame loyal."
Lin Kun introduced the lame middle-aged man to Ji Bu and waved his hands impatiently: "Let's go up and take a look."
The two of them followed him towards the upper floors of the industrial building, except for the elevator, which was led by Lai Zhong.
Ji Bu glanced at the floor sign posted on the wall: 8F.
The inside of the industrial building is intricate.
There are at least four main passages on the first floor, and there are countless stores inside. It is somewhat similar to a large post-modern clothing wholesale market.
Lai Zhong walked in front, walked around several corners and then stopped in front of a door sign, reaching out to ring the doorbell.
While waiting, Ji Bu looked up calmly.
The name Precision Printing Co., Ltd. is written in big red letters on the door plate, and two closed-circuit televisions are placed on the left and right.
Not long after.
The door was opened by a young man from the inside, and he looked at the two unfamiliar faces Lin Kun and Ji Bu standing at the door through the large iron gate in the middle.
"What else are you looking at!"
Lin Kun frowned impatiently and scolded in a low voice: "What are you doing standing still? Open the door!"
The man then opened the left and right sliding doors. After they entered, he first looked out and then turned around to lock the door.
"Click, click, click!"
Ji Bu glanced back.
Good guy.
There are six locks on the iron door.
Three knob spring-type door locks, with three buckle-type door bolts on the outside, one on the left and one on the right, lock in the middle, plus the door inside.
If you want to force your way in, you won't be able to get in without a professional cutting machine and without spending some effort.
Ji Bu followed him into the inner hall and quickly scanned the situation in the hall.
In the middle of the hall, several tables are put together and covered with a layer of iron to form a large table.
There are balances, precision measuring cups, mixers and other various production tools and raw materials placed on the table.
beside.
Large tools such as ovens are also available.
"What's going on?"
Lin Kun walked inside and took off his coat along the way: "What's the problem?"
"It won't solidify."
The man in an apron handed over the basin he was holding: "I repeated it twice and it still doesn't work."
Lin Kun shook the basin and found that the contents were sticky and thick, like flour with too much water.
"Why can't it solidify?"
Lin Kun leaned down and sniffed in front of the various powders on the table, then rolled up his shirt sleeves, scooped out a small spoonful of raw materials with a spoon and placed them on the iron table:
"Bring me a cigarette."
The man next to him immediately took out a cigarette and held it.
"Click it!"
Lin Kun scolded angrily.
He has stopped smoking now and hates the smell of cigarette smoke.
He took the lit cigarette and blew on the butt. The ashes blew away to reveal the red cigarette butt, and he rubbed it against the small amount of powder on the table.
With the contact of the cigarette butt, the powder immediately began to burn, emitting white-green smoke.
"Eh"
Lai Zhong came up and looked at the swirling smoke: "It's from magnesium."
"Magnesium is silvery gray."
Lin Kun scolded unceremoniously: "This is potassium nitrate, haven't you studied in middle school?!"
Lai Zhong scratched the back of his head and stopped talking.
"Where did you buy it?"
"It's not the one in Sham Shui Fu."
Lai Zhong gritted his teeth and said, "It hurts your lungs. His shop will be burned down tomorrow."
"Ding baa ding!"
Lin Kun stretched out his hand and urged: "Hurry up and get two sets of U.S. dollars and try again, otherwise it will be too late!"
"Yes yes yes."
Lai Zhong quickly started to help.
"Abu."
Lin Kun picked up a gas mask and threw it to Ji Bu: "Put it on."
Ji Bu stepped back with the mask in hand, looked at the busy people, and then stood aside to watch.
Lin Kun put on a gas mask, put on a pair of rubber gloves and started operating.
"Down, down, down!"
Lin Kun leaned in front of the scale, fixed his eyes on the scale mark, instructing them to assist him, then picked up the measuring cup and started to accurately measure the values, and then put the mixed things into the blender.
Then the roughly processed finished product is put into square molds, pressed into a regular shape with a manual molding machine, placed in a baking pan, and then placed in the oven.
After drying, take out the finished products, put them one by one on the balance scale to check the weight, and finally package them.
A series of techniques such as mold breaking, weighing, mixing and pouring, etc. are all very skillful, fast and professional.
You can see it.
Lin Kun is definitely a chef himself, and he is an extremely authoritative chef. Everything he says and does is quite professional.
"call"
Lin Kun wiped the sweat on his neck with a towel, picked up the paper packaging of the raw materials on the table, and looked at Ji Bu:
"Two Lions Earth Card."
"In the past, they were made of muffin bricks. It took a lot of effort to make them smokeable, so now they are all made into finished products."
"That's 99% pure alkali."
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Kun, but did not answer.
"Here."
Lin Kun picked up the unopened Double Lion Earth brand Maffei bricks on the table and began to educate him on science:
"Dude, let's call it 'Four Boys', we call it 'Dollar Dollar'. If you eat it directly, it will definitely eat people to death."
"So we have to dilute it and add various things to it. After diluting it, it will be called "Hong Kong paper"."
"US dollars, Hong Kong paper?"
Ji Bu repeated: "It's interesting."
There are specialties in the industry. At first glance, no one would associate it with flour.
"This is the Hong Kong paper, the one we traded with the Myanmar police last time."
Lin Kun pointed to the finished Hong Kong paper that had been packaged on the table: "The purity of our products is high enough."
"Some customers will put something into it after they get it, such as K-boys, glucose, or Smurfs."
"Anyway, we just want to make profits high, and some bad guys will even add dust to them."
He stretched out his hand and patted the putty gray wall: "Just scrape some of this stuff in, damn it."
"However, our products must be beautiful enough and pure enough, so that we will have repeat customers."
At this time, Lin Kun was talking eloquently and acted like an experienced gold medal chef, completely different from his previous image.
"Na."
Lin Kun picked up the Hong Kong paper wrapped in waterproof kraft paper on the table: "Do you know why we use this rectangular mold?"
"I don't know."
Ji Bu shrugged and shook his head.
“Easy to ship.”
Lin Kun grinned and stuffed the rectangular piece of Hong Kong paper into his trouser pocket: "Look, it's just the size of a pocket, so it's easy to carry."
"hehe."
Ji Bu laughed when he heard this: "Don't tell me, it seems to be the truth. The size is just right."
"I'm telling you, don't underestimate this."
Lin Kun took the Hong Kong paper and weighed it in his hand: "The weight of this piece is 350 grams, not more, not less, just right. The purity is 65%, which is very popular in the market."
He smiled proudly: "This small piece is equivalent to 200,000 mosquitoes. Look at our production speed."
"As long as the market channels are maintained, is it still difficult to find the 300 million I told you before?!"
"ah"
Ji Bu looked at Lin Kun, then at the Hong Kong paper in his hand, and both of them laughed tacitly:
"Hahaha"
then.
The two of them waited for a while, watched Lai Zhong and the others re-create it, and then left immediately after confirming that it was correct.
After the two got in the car, they drove Lin Kun towards the villa.
"I've thought about it."
Lin Kun was sitting in the passenger seat, stretched out his hand and pulled the seat belt: "The Eight-faced Buddha, the Yan family shovel, wants to fight with us now, and I will definitely respond to him."
"Duan Kun and Liang Kun are two crazy people. Forget it, let's not talk anymore. Now it's me and Brother Shan. Sooner or later you will have to come into contact with this level. I'll teach you early and gain experience."
He took a deep breath and said, "As for you, you should take on this burden as soon as possible."
"Eh."
Ji Bu held the steering wheel, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Lin Kun in the rearview mirror: "Okay, brother Kun, don't worry, I'll get started as soon as possible."
"Look at me now. I'm full of diseases. I have to find a successor."
Lin Kun turned to look at Ji Bu who was driving, smiled and shook his head: "I don't know why I trust you so much."
"But to be honest, you are a person who does things from beginning to end, has brains and thoughts, is calm and organized, and can achieve great things."
He murmured to himself: "Okay, very good." Then he asked again: "Anyway, remember, you have to be careful in everything."
"Next, I will let you get in touch with this industry slowly. You can leave the rest of the territory to Hua Zai and the others first."
"Anyway, get started as soon as possible so that I can leave things to you."
"no problem."
Ji Bu bared his teeth and smiled: "I will definitely not let Brother Kun down."
"That's good."
Lin Kun nodded with satisfaction and then changed the subject: "Hey, do you know why I am so disgusted with scales?"
"ah"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and remembered the last time he ate at a Western restaurant, the waiter weighed caviar with an electronic scale:
"Why?"
"For that reason."
Lin Kun looked at Ji Bu and smiled, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes squeezed together: "Because if we are caught, we will be put in jail according to the crime."
"So, you have to be careful about everything, and try not to have face-to-face contact with those who ship the goods."
"For many things, if we can't meet, we won't meet, and if we can, we should be separated by a hand. In this way, if something happens, we can't be blamed at all."
"good."
Ji Bu nodded again and stopped the car at the door of the villa: "Give me some time, I will explore slowly and get on the road as soon as possible."
"Um."
Lin Kun took off his seat belt and was about to get out of the car. He seemed to remember something again: "By the way, I think sister-in-law Ajun is really a good person."
"You know, my wife told me that she brought back the mooncakes you gave her during the Mid-Autumn Festival last time, showed them off in front of us, and refused to let us eat them."
"What do you mean, Abu went all the way to Mui Wo, an outlying island, to buy her a limited edition handmade product? What the hell is that?"
He shook his head and sighed: "Really, I can feel it. Ajun really likes you. Don't hesitate. Now that we are relatives, don't you still call me boss? It's the same."
"No, Brother Kun."
Ji Bu unbuckled his seat belt and rolled down the window, took out a cigarette and lit it. With a tangled expression on his face, he said, "Things are not as simple as you think."
"Last time I had dinner with Ajun, she asked me what I did for a living."
He blew out the smoke, stretched his hand out the window and flicked the ashes: "How do you want me to answer her? Tell her that I am running drugs?"
"..."
Lin Kun opened his mouth when he heard this but said nothing.
"There's no rush."
Ji Bu waved his hand and glanced at the location of the villa: "According to what you said, we need to find enough 300 million first. Now other businesses are being done and are on the right track."
"Wouldn't it be better to wait until you have found enough 300 million to get out, and then talk to Ajun openly about being friends, so as not to make her worried."
"Okay, then it's up to you."
Lin Kun stopped talking and prepared to get off the car. Suddenly he seemed to remember something:
"By the way, I called you tonight, and the person who answered the phone was A'e. Why is she still living at your place?"
"Don't you have a place to live? Just ask Hua Zai to find a place for her to live. A man and a woman live alone. There are no rules and regulations. There is no chance of a misfire."
"hehe."
Ji Bu smiled and nodded, and replied in a relaxed tone: "Okay, okay, boss, don't worry, I know it well. A'e's rice is delicious, and the live-in nanny is here."
"Hey, you just have to know what's going on."
Lin Kun closed the car door and walked towards the villa: "You brat, the matter between you and Ajun is really giving me a headache, and I can't control you anymore."
"Pick me up at noon tomorrow and I'll take you fishing."
"good."
Ji Bu glanced at Lin Kun, stepped on the accelerator and left quickly.
