Ji Bu put on sportswear, drove to the villa to pick up Lin Kun, loaded the fishing gear prepared by Lin Kun into the car, and headed straight for his destination.
"Wow"
Ji Bu glanced at the helmet placed on the back seat of the rearview mirror: "No, sir, there is a sun visor in the car. Why are you wearing two helmets?"
"Of course I'll wear it."
Lin Kun replied naturally: "Who doesn't wear a helmet when fishing seriously?"
"..."
Ji Bu stopped talking.
soon.
The car stopped in front of a small pier. A small fishing boat had already been waiting for it again. It carried the things on board and headed towards the island in front of it.
Landing on the island.
The two stood on the top of the island, swinging the fishhook downwards.
"Brother Kun."
Ji Bu threw the fishing rod out, fixed the fishing rod, opened the folding chair and sat down, took off his sunglasses and said:
"Are you sure there is fishing in this place? The wind is strong and the waves are strong, so there won't be any fish at all."
"hehe."
Lin Kun took a bottle of mineral water and handed it to him, and sat down himself: "If there are fish, there must be fish. When fishing, the most important thing is to have patience."
It should take about ten minutes.
On the sea not far away, a small cargo ship suddenly appeared in sight.
"The fish is on."
Lin Kun stretched out his hand to pull his fishing rod and began to retract the rope: "When negotiating business with the cargo owner, the most important thing is whether transportation is included."
He pushed up his sunglasses and gestured to the small cargo ship over there: "If we let them transport the goods to Hong Kong Island, the price will be at least about 20% higher."
Ji Bu narrowed his eyes.
I saw workers on a small cargo ship throwing goods wrapped in waterproof bags toward the sea.
The goods were connected in series with ropes, and as the ship moved forward, they sank into the sea row by row.
"If you transport it yourself, the price will definitely be much cheaper, but it will also cost you more effort."
Lin Kun looked at the cargo ship that was unloading the goods over there, and continued to popularize: "The goods belong to whoever has them. If you are caught one second before receiving the goods, you don't have to pay."
He shook his fishing rod towards the position of the cargo ship over there: "Let's just talk about them. If the marine police come out and pull them away now, it's none of our business."
"But, as long as we receive the goods, even if it only lasts for a second, and then we are caught by the marine police, we have to pay according to the order. This is the business rule."
"Um."
Ji Bu nodded thoughtfully: "In that case, it does take a bit of work, but the advantage is that it is cheap."
soon.
The small cargo ship has finished unloading.
Open your eyes.
A speedboat carrying three people rushed out from the dead end of the island, drove quickly towards the cargo ship, picked up the buoy floating on the sea and tied it to the speedboat, then dragged the cargo away.
"Now, the goods belong to us."
Lin Kun took off his sun hat and smoothed his hair: "If anything happens at this time, we will be responsible for it ourselves."
Front.
The speedboat passed in front of the two people. The man standing on the speedboat gave them a thumbs up, and Lin Kun responded.
The speedboat soon disappeared from sight.
Half an hour later.
The two appeared in a small teahouse.
door.
A man opened the door and walked in, sat down in front of the two of them, and kept looking at Ji Bu: "Brother Kun."
"Brother Qiu, he is in charge of the warehouse."
Lin Kun nodded, then gestured to Ji Bu with his lips raised: "This is Abu, the person in charge of the car."
He picked up the teapot and poured tea into the teacup: "Let you two meet today, just to bump into each other. If you can't meet in the future, we won't meet."
Brother Qiu looks to be fifty years old, a lean man, wearing a washed white T-shirt, very simple, with a braid on the back of his head.
I didn't see him talking to me after I came in. I just sat in my seat and glanced at the two of them from time to time.
"From now on, when goods come in, you can ask Brother Qiu to collect them. If you need something in the kitchen, you can call Brother Qiu on your mobile phone."
"Brother Qiu will give you a safe position. You just need to arrange your "feet" to pick up the goods at the position he gave you. The shipping process is the same as ours."
Last time.
The same is true when Liangkun trades with Miancha. Brother Shan designates the location and Liangkun picks it up.
"Brother Qiu."
Lin Kun picked up the teacup and clinked it with Brother Qiu: "In the future, my business will slowly be handed over to Abramovich, and he will be my successor."
"Um."
Brother Qiu simply responded, then picked up the tea cup and touched it with Lin Kun. He looked at Ji Bu again, drank the tea, stood up and left.
"Na."
Lin Kun picked up the candies on the plate in front of him and pushed them into his mouth. He gestured to Brother Qiu who was getting on the speedboat outside the window:
"People in his position are there to protect ourselves. It's best if we have a layer of separation between us. Anyway, you must not find it troublesome."
"The warehouse owner, chef, and buyer must be separated by "feet" on each floor, and the feet must not meet. If they meet, it will be meaningless."
"It's still what I told you last night. As long as you do things according to my rules, even if something happens later, even if the police have clues, the most they can find is "foot", and the clues will be cut off.
, it can’t come to us, it’s very safe.”
He picked up a candy again, picked the candy wrapper with his little finger, and patiently taught:
"Remember, we as bankers don't have to do everything ourselves. Unless we show up when there are important things, we can usually monitor remotely from behind."
"Um."
Ji Bu nodded and listened to Lin Kun's words, but murmured in his heart: No wonder Miao Zhihua and the others didn't have any clues about Lin Kun's case after following it for so long.
Lin Kun's set of rules is indeed very powerful.
My brother Ali didn't find anything new when he lurked in, and couldn't provide any useful clues. He had been here for so long, but he also didn't have any clues.
Lin Kun usually gave him the impression that he was an idler. He traveled back and forth between the villa and the ocean every day. He was a serious businessman. Who would have known that he was the operator of a huge flour group.
Lin Kun has been using this operating model, as if he is controlling a puppet. Normally, he only needs to remotely control and supervise. He hides behind the scenes without having to show his face, and no one knows about him.
If Ji Bu hadn't dealt with Duan Kun and Liang Kun and willingly let Lin Kun lead the way, Ji Bu felt that even if he followed for five or ten more years, he wouldn't be able to figure out the rules and regulations at all.
But even so.
so far.
I only knew the location of one of the "kitchens" and the three "chefs". As for meeting Brother Qiu, who was in charge of the warehouse today, it was just a casual encounter, and there was no specific information at all.
As for where the warehouse is and who is under Brother Qiu's command, there are no clues at all.
"You look like we were yesterday."
Lin Kun didn't know Ji Bu's psychological activities, so he continued to open the candies and said:
"I would never go to the "kitchen" at all times. If there wasn't something wrong with the "dish" yesterday, I wouldn't have gone. Who knows if there are risks if I go there once."
"Okay."
Ji Bu stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Kun's hand that was going to get the candy again: "It's almost done. Don't eat any more, or I'll sue my sister-in-law."
"hehe."
Lin Kun chewed the gummy in his mouth and cursed with a smile: "Smelly boy"
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Northern Myanmar.
A tribe somewhere.
In front of a new grave.
"Bang bang bang!"
The armed man holding an AK pointed his gun upward, pulled the trigger and fired, and the ear-piercing sound of gunfire resounded over the open space.
Everyone stood in silence.
The Eight-faced Buddha stood at the front of the team with an expressionless face, glancing at the photo of Miancha on the tombstone:
"Miancha, don't worry, dad will find justice for you. Dad didn't think enough about this matter."
"elder brother."
Minna covered her face and cried, tears sliding down her cheeks, and she cried so hard: "Dad, why did things turn out like this?"
"Didn't you tell me that my brother was fine?!"
After returning from Hong Kong Island last time, Mian Na went to have her gender transition surgery. When she came back, the news of Mian Cha's death came.
"My good boy."
The Eight-faced Buddha reached out and touched Minna's head: "Dad swears that he will tear them into pieces. Do you believe dad?"
"Um"
Minna looked up at the Eight-faced Buddha, threw herself into the Eight-faced Buddha's arms and sobbed softly.
"Lin Kun!"
The Eight-faced Buddha clenched his teeth and looked at the tomb of Miancha with a stern look in his eyes.
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In the blink of an eye.
Less than half a month has passed.
During this period of time, Lin Kun took Ji Bu to have a general familiarity with the warehouse's channels. After a preliminary understanding, he did not arrange anything else.
For example, Brother Shan did not take the initiative to mention the channels and other related things he controlled to Ji Bu.
Of course, Ji Bu would not take the initiative to ask questions stupidly, and he would relax and devote himself to building his own business.
This day.
Ocean Accounting Company.
"Brother Kun."
Ji Bu pushed the door open and walked into the office, proactively saying hello: "Brother Shan is here too." Then he pulled up a stool and sat down, looking at Lin Kun:
"Brother Kun, why are you so anxious to find me? There was something you were dealing with just now."
"Ah Shan."
Lin Kun looked at Brother Shan aside: "Tell him yourself."
"That's right."
Brother Shan had obviously been prepared for a long time, or in other words, he asked Ji Bu to help him deal with something he wanted to do:
"There is a business that I need you to discuss."
"ah"
Ji Bu nodded: "Brother Shan, tell me."
"Haven't we not shipped goods to other countries for quite a while? Our main market is in Wanwan."
Brother Shan has already organized his language and speaks very quickly: "I have always been responsible for maintaining the channels in my hands."
"Recently, one of my "feet" has come into contact with Daquanzi. The big guy from the mainland, nicknamed Datoujie, wants to try to buy a batch of goods from us."
"Um."
Ji Bu nodded: "Let me talk to him?"
"It's not that simple."
Brother Shan shook his head: "If we are just talking about cooperation, there is no need for you to step in. I will just let that "foot" pass."
While he was talking, Lin Kun sat aside and listened.
It's obvious.
Lin Kun himself has never met the person responsible for the channel under Brother Shan.
"My "foot" is called Hei Chai, and Da Tou Jie was introduced to him by others. He saw that Da Tou Jie had channels in the mainland, so he agreed. However, the two sides did not negotiate after meeting."
When Brother Shan said this, his brows suddenly knitted together, and he was obviously unhappy:
"There are quite a lot of stories about this big guy. He has committed crimes both on the mainland and on Hong Kong Island. He has been in and out many times."
"It is precisely because of this that he has integrated many channels in his hands over the years and really started the flour business."
"But, half a year ago, Da Toujie's family went on the street. He ran out of food and was anxious, so he found Heichai through someone's introduction."
"hehe."
Ji Bu shrugged indifferently and spread his hands: "Didn't the negotiation fail? Then there is nothing more to say."
"This big head is a bit like a mad dog."
Brother Shan felt unlucky when he mentioned this matter: "It's also my fault that Heichai jumped on the street. When I contacted him earlier, I didn't know his background thoroughly."
"Seeing that the negotiation was not successful, Datoujie himself did not find a new channel, so he kept staring at Heichai."
From Brother Shan's words, I quickly figured out what happened.
This big head is a difficult character.
"Why didn't the negotiation work out?"
Ji Bu thought for a moment and flicked the ashtray in front of him with his fingers: "Price? Or transportation channels?"
"price."
Brother Shan touched his nose: "This Datoujie is really fucking bad. Do you know how he negotiated the price with Heichai? A piece of Hong Kong paper costs 150,000 yuan."
"I'll beat your lungs out."
As soon as Ji Bu threw away the cigarette in his hand, he was immediately amused: "A piece of Hong Kong paper costs 150,000 yuan, good guy, we all have to go to him to buy the goods."
"The Yan family shovel."
Brother Shan looked unhappy and cursed in a low voice: "Da Tou Jie is still a difficult point to deal with. Hei Chai was followed by him and has been entangled with him now."
"Hob meat?"
Ji Bu nodded when he heard this: "Okay, I know what's going on. Leave this matter to me."
There was a pause.
He thought of something else: "Brother Shan, what's your attitude here? Should we do business with this Da Toujie, or should we not do business with him?!"
"Let's do this."
Brother Shan thought briefly and looked at Lin Kun: "You want to say that Datoujie is useless, but that's not true."
"He is active in Hong Kong Island and the mainland all year round. He has many channels at his disposal. He is familiar with smugglers and so on. He has his own circle."
"If he really wants to cooperate with us, we can sell a lot of goods a year. However, if he is unreasonable and messy about the price, I suggest that he be buried directly, otherwise he will ruin my life.
Line."
"Brother Kun, what do you think?"
"You have the final say."
Lin Kun nodded and told Ji Bu: "Then let Brother Shan's "feet" follow you tomorrow."
"Let's talk if we can. If we can't talk, find an opportunity to bury him."
"good."
Ji Bu pressed the table and stood up: "I know it well."