Barrels of oil were put into the tanker truck, and a tall and thin man took out banknotes from his pocket and paid them to the operators of these small restaurants on the spot.
The tanker truck filled up and disappeared around the corner.
"Let's follow!" Fang Ming started the car and followed quietly.
Qian Ling and Wang Xiaofei were not sleepy at all, and they were still a little excited. The two young men's faces shone with excitement at the thought of bringing these people who harmed the people to justice.
"Qian Ling, we have to be patient and find out where the waste oil goes."
"No problem, Fang Ming, I can handle it even if I don't sleep all night."
The Volkswagen drove out of the ring road and followed the oil tanker onto the country road.
Fang Ming suddenly stopped the car, and Qian Ling asked curiously: "Why didn't you follow?"
"Just go here and check again tomorrow."
"How can this work?" Qian Ling asked anxiously: "If you don't follow me, who knows where we are?"
Fang Ming sighed again and educated him with pity: "Don't even think about it. Since people dare to do this business, there must be someone guarding them. Once they find out, do you know the consequences?"
Qian Ling also encountered gangsters before, but Fang Ming saved her. She couldn't help but shudder.
Fang Ming, Fang Ming, why are you always so smart?
Qian Ling sighed and said: "I didn't think carefully, but this is a fool's errand. How can you find out their exact location?"
"We have been following this car on a rural road for more than an hour. There is an oil refinery not far ahead. They can't escape." Fang Ming pointed to the instrument and said: "Besides, my car hit the GPS navigation, which village?
Which point is not at your fingertips?"
Qian Ling was completely convinced. She looked at Fang Ming's back, her eyes full of reverence.
After returning home, Qian Ling was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night.
Catching these pests was a great and meritorious event. Qian Ling's mind was filled with heroes and justice, and she didn't fall asleep until three in the morning.
The next morning, the alarm clock woke Qian Ling from her sleep.
Qian Ling put on her clothes and got out of bed and went to gather at the gate of Nanchuan University of Technology.
Fang Ming and Wang Xiaofei were both there, as well as a group of capable young people.
"Fang Ming, who are they?"
"They are my little brothers. Qian Ling, please leave. If you don't leave, your curiosity will no longer be satisfied."
The group of people took several cars and drove towards Guiyuan Village where they were last night. After a bumpy journey, they finally arrived at the entrance of the village.
Qian Ling jumped out of the car, Fang Ming handed her a set of clothes and said, "Change your equipment!"
"Wow, Pierre Cardin's leather jacket, Fang Ming, you are so generous."
"Qian Ling, we have to disguise now. My current identity is Mr. Cui of a grain and oil company, and you are my little secretary--oh, don't misunderstand that you are the secretary's secret!"
"Why don't I be the boss and you be the secret?" Qian Ling smiled coquettishly: "Besides, you are now a famous singer, so you are not afraid of being recognized."
"I also have special equipment!" Fang Ming took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. He was already cool, but wearing sunglasses added an aura of mystery and maturity.
"Let's go!" Fang Ming put his arms around Qian Ling's slender waist, and Qian Ling's heart almost melted.
This section of dirt road is not long, but it takes several turns and finally extends to the bottom of a hill.
At the end of the dirt road is a cement road of two to three hundred meters, with a factory standing in front of it.
"This is it!" Fang Ming pointed to the two closed doors and pulled Qian Ling forward.
Just when the two were about to approach the door, the door suddenly cracked open and two sturdy men stepped out.
"Stop, this is a factory, please come back if you are idle!"
"Haha!" Fang Ming smiled and handed over a Chinese stick. The two big men didn't even look at it. One of them asked, "Tell you to leave, otherwise we won't be polite."
"Both of you are businessmen. You can't drive your customers away, right?"
"Guest?" A big man looked at Fang Ming suspiciously and said, "Guests won't come at this time."
"Shui Sheng, what are you talking about!" A big man glared at this man and waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, otherwise we won't be polite."
"Boy, I was called here by Boss Cai from Nanchuan University of Technology Life Street. He said there are cheap waste oils here."
The two men looked at Fang Ming. The man in front of them looked like a big boss, and they had no choice but to believe him.
When opening a store and doing business, we always hope to have as many customers as possible.
The leader of the big man shouted: "Shui Sheng, you stay here and I'll go see the boss."
Fang Ming smoked a cigarette leisurely. Qian Ling saw this kind of big scene for the first time and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
In order to avoid being spotted, Fang Ming hugged Qian Ling and looked very affectionate.
He hugged me, hugged me! Qian Ling's heart was beating wildly. How could Fang Ming know what this little girl was thinking.
Footsteps sounded, and the big man at the head quickly turned back, followed by a short, fat boss-like figure.
Fang Ming took out a Chinese cigarette and handed it over. The boss took it, took a puff and said in surprise: "Really?"
"Of course it's true!"
Fake Chinese products are everywhere these days, and genuine Chinese products are generally hard to come by.
Fang Ming said calmly: "I asked a friend to buy it abroad. It is definitely genuine."
The pudgy boss looked at Fang Ming with awe, and his attitude became much friendlier: "What's your last name?"
"My surname is Cui!"
"It turns out it's Mr. Cui, what's the point of joining our refinery?"
"I need a batch of oil, boss, do you have the goods?"
The pudgy boss became cautious and lowered his voice: "What kind of goods?"
"Good oil, I don't know, boss, are you selling crude oil or cooking oil?"
Crude oil refers to pre-filtered gutter oil, while feed oil refers to deeply processed gutter oil. This is the jargon of the black industry, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand it.
As expected, he is a person who knows the goods. The short and fat man laughed and said: "Mr. Cui, we are all good-quality cooking oil. I guarantee that the quality will definitely stand the test. Even if it is left for half a year, there will be no problem."
Regardless of whether it is cooking oil or raw oil, gutter oil will stink if left for a long time. Since most of the places where gutter oil is sold are small restaurants, these places mix gutter oil with good oil residues, making it difficult for customers to notice.
Fang Ming didn't answer immediately. He looked at the pudgy boss and said, "I want to inspect the goods first!"
"Okay, Shuisheng, hurry up and bring a barrel of refined oil to Mr. Cui."
The burly man named Shui Sheng quickly brought the oil in a plastic barrel. Fang Ming looked at it and pretended to discuss the price. In the end, Fang Ming lowered the price to 2,600 yuan/ton.
"Secretary Qian, give him a deposit of five thousand."
Ah? As soon as Qian Ling heard that money was going to be given, she hurriedly touched her pocket. No more, no less, exactly five thousand. How did this guy Fang Ming know?
Fang Ming put the money into the hand of the sturdy man and said with a smile: "At eight o'clock in the evening, I will bring a tanker to transport the oil. I will pay the balance then."
It was the first time for the short and fat man to meet such a cheerful customer. He smiled and sent Fang Ming to the door.
Back in the car, Qian Ling was sulking. The five thousand yuan in her bag was just gone. This Fang Ming was really weird.
"Qian Ling, thank you. Although you lost five thousand yuan, you destroyed a gutter oil refining site and made a huge contribution to safeguarding the lives and health of the people---"
"Okay, okay!" Qian Ling rolled her eyes at him and said, "Next, do you want to thank me on behalf of the country and the people?"
"Yes, you are a heroine!" Fang Ming continued to joke.
Qian Ling's living conditions were excellent since she was a child. Five thousand yuan only made her heartache for a while, but she quickly thought of a question: "Fang Ming, how did you know that I have money in my bag?"
Fang Ming glanced at her sideways and said with a bad smile: "A girl like you has three words written from head to toe - I am rich!"
"You are disgusting!" Qian Ling slapped Fang Ming angrily: "Anyway, you cost me five thousand yuan. You can treat me to dinner."
If Yang Xiu and the others knew that they were inviting beautiful women to dinner, they would skin them alive!
Fang Ming smiled and said, "You don't have to treat me. When the police come in the evening, you might even earn a bonus."
"I don't expect bonuses. I don't have any money now. You have to make arrangements, right?" Qian Ling had no choice but to start cheating.
Fang Ming looked at his watch. It was only six o'clock now, and he still had time to return to Nandu Hotel for dinner. Besides, staying here for a long time would definitely make the fat man suspicious.
"Fang Ming, can't you? It's just a meal, there's no need to waste so much!" Qian Ling walked into the splendid dining hall, her words were polite, but she felt happy in her heart.
Which girl doesn't love vanity? Qian Ling felt that she had more dignity on her face. When the food was served, Qian Ling couldn't help but was dumbfounded: "Lunch box? Fang Ming just packed lunch?"
"What's wrong with the lunch box? This is a high-end lunch box, and it costs thirty yuan a piece!"
Qian Ling opened the one-foot-long large box, and the aroma was fragrant. This lunch box was really well made, the rice was smooth and the side dishes were sweet. Qian Ling ate it up.
After eating, Qian Ling wiped her mouth: "What should we do now? Fang Ming, should we tell the school about this?"
"Don't!" Fang Ming lowered his face and said seriously: "Qian Ling, I even suspect that this matter is related to the school."
Fang Ming's suspicion is not unreasonable. There are hundreds of tons of gutter oil in Life Street every day. Does the school logistics department not know at all?
Qian Ling nodded. At this time, Chen Shaojun had just returned from the police station, followed by a tall and mighty police officer.
"Brother Ming, this is Director Zeng from the police station."
Fang Ming shook hands with Director Zeng and briefly introduced the situation. Director Zeng analyzed it carefully and said: "When I arrest you later, I will arrest you too."
Those engaged in the gutter oil industry are large organizations, and Director Zeng did this for safety reasons.
"No problem, let's just cooperate and be criminals for a while."
In the evening, according to the agreed time, Fang Ming followed the oil tanker to the delivery location.
When the pudgy boss saw the big customer coming, he quickly asked his younger brother to show off. The scene was quickly photographed by the police lurking in the dark.
Director Zeng looked at the time and saw that it was almost time to take pictures. He waved his hand and led the police to rush forward.
"Bang!" The pudgy boss wanted to run away, but a policeman grabbed his shoulder and slammed him into the wall, causing stars to pop out of his eyes.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two bodyguards turned around and ran away. No matter how powerful these gutter oil workers were, they would never openly confront the police. Under the command of Director Zeng, these people were quickly captured.
Of course, Fang Ming and others were also invited to the police station as a deal and were released half an hour later.
Before leaving, Director Zeng returned Qian Ling's 5,000 yuan to her, and also gave Qian Ling a reward of 2,000 yuan in accordance with relevant regulations.