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Chapter 58
Chapter 58
"Master, have you ever heard of Ronglai Dyeing Factory?"
Sitting in the car, He Xia asked the taxi driver.
"Rong come?"
The middle-aged man was leaning on the window with one arm, smoking a cigarette, thinking for a long time, and said: "I seem to have some impressions, Rong Lai, Rong Lai, remember, it seems very remote, it seems that it has been closed for many years!"
He Xia's eyes lit up, and he said calmly, "Yes, it's a closed dyeing factory next to a mountain with good feng shui. I want to visit it."
"Fengshui is good? Fengshui is so good that it can go bankrupt. Are you looking at the yin house? Are you going to Ronglai dyeing factory?"
asked the driver, stubbing out his cigarette.
"Go and have a look, haha, not the shady mansion, I plan to buy that land and start a factory!"
He Xia nodded and wanted to go over to check the situation first.
"In the valley, I don't even remember the way, so don't blame me for taking a detour, let's go!"
After all, the driver pressed the light plate and stepped on the accelerator.
In the past, the detour driver did it on purpose. Today, he really couldn't find the way up the mountain. He walked around the foot of the mountain several times. After being guided by the locals, he found an old path leading to the Ronglai dyeing factory.
"Hey, sir, over there is the Ronglai Dyeing Factory. It's almost buried by trees. It's eerie and scary. You think Fengshui is good here? Who would want to come here to do business? It's good to bury people. Let me introduce you to this place. I'm afraid people are uneasy and well-intentioned..."
The driver looked at the factory in the distance with disgust on his face. Birds don't shit in chicken feathers, and they don't need sets for ghost movies at night.
[Exploration degree +2%, currently 60%]
He Xia looked at the fence and factory building halfway up the mountain in the distance, ignored the driver's muttering, and tried to see something from the window, but unfortunately, several minutes passed without any movement.
"Hey, Mr. Fat, I still need a sports car to earn money to support my family. I can't accompany you here to watch Feng Shui. Why don't you settle the money for the car and get out of the car and watch it slowly?"
The driver urged him to return quickly if he wanted to go back to the city, he didn't want to stay in this wilderness.
He Xia generously took out a piece of money and stuffed it into the driver's hand, then continued to stare in the direction of the dyeing factory.
"Sir, it's not enough."
The driver shook the [-] Hong Kong dollars on his hand and said with a frown.
Taxis on Hong Kong Island are very expensive. Even in 200, the price was 2 Hong Kong dollars, and then one yuan was added every [-] meters or [-] minutes, and there was a return fee after a certain mileage.
He Xia glanced at the watch and it was more than 150. He took the money back from the driver, and then handed over a hundred-dollar bill: "I gave it wrong, this is it."
The driver inspected it with a beautiful knife, nodded and said: "It's not too bad, you continue to read, take your time."
After taking the money, the driver stopped urging and whistled to relieve boredom. More than 700 Hong Kong dollars were enough for his half-day fare.
About ten minutes later, the driver heard the sound of an engine coming from the uphill direction, and soon saw the shadow of the vehicle from the woods.
"There isn't even a single ghost here, and there's still a car coming, so troublesome."
The road is very narrow, taxis need to give way to the far side, so that the cars coming can pass.
"not……"
He Xia looked at the approaching SUV. When the vehicle approached, he was shocked. The driver was none other than Wang Bo, the transporter of the counterfeit banknote group. There was also a man in the co-driver, the security guard Shen Sihai!
The appearance of these two people here means that Ronglai Dyeing Factory is undoubtedly a den of counterfeit money!
"Go back to the city, master."
He Xia gave an order.
Two cars passed by each other, Wang Bo and Shen Sihai both looked at the taxi wonderingly, He Xia pretended to be nonchalant, looked around to enjoy the scenery, and left after a short meeting.
Wang Bo drove the SUV back to the dyeing factory, parked the car and returned to the factory building, and said to Shen Sihai beside him, "It's been a long time since I saw a new face coming up the mountain, how strange!"
Shen Sihai nodded thoughtfully, and was about to speak when someone beside him spoke first.
"What face?"
It was a woman who spoke, but not the housekeeper Lin Lihua, with a stern face and slender legs wearing jeans, it was Qingqing who left the printing factory of the New York Communications Bureau!
"You!" Shen Sihai felt uncomfortable when he saw Qingqing, and he said in a strange manner: "Follow Li Wen to the United States to buy acid-free paper, but in the end Li Wen was shot dead in the latrine, and he said how good he is, really good..."
The peers are enemies, and Shen Sihai and Qingqing are responsible for similar businesses in the gang, so they are at odds.
Qingqing took a deep breath, ignored Shen Sihai, looked at Wang Bo, and said, "Bo Tsai, what's going on?"
Wang Bo also felt that Qingqing's trip to the beautiful country was not a good thing, and Li Wen was assassinated, but he was interested in Qingqing, so he didn't show face.
"There was a taxi going down the mountain just now, and there was a gringo in the car."
"Gringo?" Qingqing immediately became vigilant after hearing the news, and ran to Wang Bo in three steps at a time, asking, "What does a gringo look like?"
Shen Sihai and Uncle Xin noticed that Qingqing was abnormal, so they all looked at her and Wang Bo.
"Fat, with messy hair, I saw so many when I drove by, Brother Hai, did you notice anything else?"
"Silly and naive like a fool..." Shen Sihai added.
"Fat, tousled hair, naive... Bozai, the car keys!"
Qingqing reached out and snatched the car keys from Wang Bo, and rushed out the door. She didn't need to keep asking, she already knew who the gringo was. He looked naive, but he was actually a ruthless guy!
"Jonathan, you can't run away!"
With anger in Qingqing's eyes, she was sure that the gringo who came up the mountain was Jonathan, and she was even more certain of another guess in her heart.
Jonathan, like her, is a teleporter from other worlds to Wushuang World, each with different missions!
"Li Wen was killed by him, and he chased him to Hong Kong Island. Is he planning to wipe out all the members of the team? Hmph, don't even think about it, otherwise what will happen to my mission!"
Qingqing drove the car around, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the dyeing factory.
"Hey..." Bo Zai chased after the factory, only to see the shadow of the SUV disappear after the taillights flashed.
"Being chased by the enemy, heh, dare to be a bodyguard with this kind of ability, rubbish, I don't know what the artist thinks." Shen Sihai spat in the direction Qingqing left.
Wang Bo frowned and said, "I'll go and see Sister Hua."
Ever since she learned that Li Wen was shot, Lin Lihua locked herself in the house and never came out.
Everyone was in a mess, but Uncle Xin was calm and still working on the master. He knew his job very well, but he didn't know if he was still in the mood to continue working when the news of the painter's death came.
The case of Ruan Wen's murder in the gallery in Vancouver is the same as the case of the New York Communications Bureau's printing factory. The clues were interrupted as soon as the investigation started, and the perpetrators could not be clearly seen in all the videos.
The police of the two countries speculated that this was a premeditated and very high-end crime. The military's black technology was used to interfere with the monitoring equipment, and the detection was completely deadlocked.
According to the editor, there are smart recommendations for more than [-] words. The collection has indeed increased slightly in the past two days, but the follow-up is still not ideal...
I guess there are several reasons. The first is the amount of updates, and the second is the plot. Maybe many book lovers like to wait for a plot to end and read it once...
I hope that book friends who read this passage can follow up and read it, and help out, thank you.
(End of this chapter)
"Master, have you ever heard of Ronglai Dyeing Factory?"
Sitting in the car, He Xia asked the taxi driver.
"Rong come?"
The middle-aged man was leaning on the window with one arm, smoking a cigarette, thinking for a long time, and said: "I seem to have some impressions, Rong Lai, Rong Lai, remember, it seems very remote, it seems that it has been closed for many years!"
He Xia's eyes lit up, and he said calmly, "Yes, it's a closed dyeing factory next to a mountain with good feng shui. I want to visit it."
"Fengshui is good? Fengshui is so good that it can go bankrupt. Are you looking at the yin house? Are you going to Ronglai dyeing factory?"
asked the driver, stubbing out his cigarette.
"Go and have a look, haha, not the shady mansion, I plan to buy that land and start a factory!"
He Xia nodded and wanted to go over to check the situation first.
"In the valley, I don't even remember the way, so don't blame me for taking a detour, let's go!"
After all, the driver pressed the light plate and stepped on the accelerator.
In the past, the detour driver did it on purpose. Today, he really couldn't find the way up the mountain. He walked around the foot of the mountain several times. After being guided by the locals, he found an old path leading to the Ronglai dyeing factory.
"Hey, sir, over there is the Ronglai Dyeing Factory. It's almost buried by trees. It's eerie and scary. You think Fengshui is good here? Who would want to come here to do business? It's good to bury people. Let me introduce you to this place. I'm afraid people are uneasy and well-intentioned..."
The driver looked at the factory in the distance with disgust on his face. Birds don't shit in chicken feathers, and they don't need sets for ghost movies at night.
[Exploration degree +2%, currently 60%]
He Xia looked at the fence and factory building halfway up the mountain in the distance, ignored the driver's muttering, and tried to see something from the window, but unfortunately, several minutes passed without any movement.
"Hey, Mr. Fat, I still need a sports car to earn money to support my family. I can't accompany you here to watch Feng Shui. Why don't you settle the money for the car and get out of the car and watch it slowly?"
The driver urged him to return quickly if he wanted to go back to the city, he didn't want to stay in this wilderness.
He Xia generously took out a piece of money and stuffed it into the driver's hand, then continued to stare in the direction of the dyeing factory.
"Sir, it's not enough."
The driver shook the [-] Hong Kong dollars on his hand and said with a frown.
Taxis on Hong Kong Island are very expensive. Even in 200, the price was 2 Hong Kong dollars, and then one yuan was added every [-] meters or [-] minutes, and there was a return fee after a certain mileage.
He Xia glanced at the watch and it was more than 150. He took the money back from the driver, and then handed over a hundred-dollar bill: "I gave it wrong, this is it."
The driver inspected it with a beautiful knife, nodded and said: "It's not too bad, you continue to read, take your time."
After taking the money, the driver stopped urging and whistled to relieve boredom. More than 700 Hong Kong dollars were enough for his half-day fare.
About ten minutes later, the driver heard the sound of an engine coming from the uphill direction, and soon saw the shadow of the vehicle from the woods.
"There isn't even a single ghost here, and there's still a car coming, so troublesome."
The road is very narrow, taxis need to give way to the far side, so that the cars coming can pass.
"not……"
He Xia looked at the approaching SUV. When the vehicle approached, he was shocked. The driver was none other than Wang Bo, the transporter of the counterfeit banknote group. There was also a man in the co-driver, the security guard Shen Sihai!
The appearance of these two people here means that Ronglai Dyeing Factory is undoubtedly a den of counterfeit money!
"Go back to the city, master."
He Xia gave an order.
Two cars passed by each other, Wang Bo and Shen Sihai both looked at the taxi wonderingly, He Xia pretended to be nonchalant, looked around to enjoy the scenery, and left after a short meeting.
Wang Bo drove the SUV back to the dyeing factory, parked the car and returned to the factory building, and said to Shen Sihai beside him, "It's been a long time since I saw a new face coming up the mountain, how strange!"
Shen Sihai nodded thoughtfully, and was about to speak when someone beside him spoke first.
"What face?"
It was a woman who spoke, but not the housekeeper Lin Lihua, with a stern face and slender legs wearing jeans, it was Qingqing who left the printing factory of the New York Communications Bureau!
"You!" Shen Sihai felt uncomfortable when he saw Qingqing, and he said in a strange manner: "Follow Li Wen to the United States to buy acid-free paper, but in the end Li Wen was shot dead in the latrine, and he said how good he is, really good..."
The peers are enemies, and Shen Sihai and Qingqing are responsible for similar businesses in the gang, so they are at odds.
Qingqing took a deep breath, ignored Shen Sihai, looked at Wang Bo, and said, "Bo Tsai, what's going on?"
Wang Bo also felt that Qingqing's trip to the beautiful country was not a good thing, and Li Wen was assassinated, but he was interested in Qingqing, so he didn't show face.
"There was a taxi going down the mountain just now, and there was a gringo in the car."
"Gringo?" Qingqing immediately became vigilant after hearing the news, and ran to Wang Bo in three steps at a time, asking, "What does a gringo look like?"
Shen Sihai and Uncle Xin noticed that Qingqing was abnormal, so they all looked at her and Wang Bo.
"Fat, with messy hair, I saw so many when I drove by, Brother Hai, did you notice anything else?"
"Silly and naive like a fool..." Shen Sihai added.
"Fat, tousled hair, naive... Bozai, the car keys!"
Qingqing reached out and snatched the car keys from Wang Bo, and rushed out the door. She didn't need to keep asking, she already knew who the gringo was. He looked naive, but he was actually a ruthless guy!
"Jonathan, you can't run away!"
With anger in Qingqing's eyes, she was sure that the gringo who came up the mountain was Jonathan, and she was even more certain of another guess in her heart.
Jonathan, like her, is a teleporter from other worlds to Wushuang World, each with different missions!
"Li Wen was killed by him, and he chased him to Hong Kong Island. Is he planning to wipe out all the members of the team? Hmph, don't even think about it, otherwise what will happen to my mission!"
Qingqing drove the car around, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the dyeing factory.
"Hey..." Bo Zai chased after the factory, only to see the shadow of the SUV disappear after the taillights flashed.
"Being chased by the enemy, heh, dare to be a bodyguard with this kind of ability, rubbish, I don't know what the artist thinks." Shen Sihai spat in the direction Qingqing left.
Wang Bo frowned and said, "I'll go and see Sister Hua."
Ever since she learned that Li Wen was shot, Lin Lihua locked herself in the house and never came out.
Everyone was in a mess, but Uncle Xin was calm and still working on the master. He knew his job very well, but he didn't know if he was still in the mood to continue working when the news of the painter's death came.
The case of Ruan Wen's murder in the gallery in Vancouver is the same as the case of the New York Communications Bureau's printing factory. The clues were interrupted as soon as the investigation started, and the perpetrators could not be clearly seen in all the videos.
The police of the two countries speculated that this was a premeditated and very high-end crime. The military's black technology was used to interfere with the monitoring equipment, and the detection was completely deadlocked.
According to the editor, there are smart recommendations for more than [-] words. The collection has indeed increased slightly in the past two days, but the follow-up is still not ideal...
I guess there are several reasons. The first is the amount of updates, and the second is the plot. Maybe many book lovers like to wait for a plot to end and read it once...
I hope that book friends who read this passage can follow up and read it, and help out, thank you.
(End of this chapter)
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