RPAGF Chapter 447 Warehousing
Chapter 447 Warehousing
Lin Xiaoye said, "I'll book my flight right away, and I estimate I'll be in Hong Kong Island tomorrow."
hang up the phone.
Lin Xiaoye wanted to say something to Li Jian, but Li Jian interrupted her, saying, "Finish what you haven't finished yet, and we can talk later."
Lin Xiaoye rolled her eyes at him and lowered her head.
Time flies by.
The next morning.
After traversing thirty miles of the city's outskirts, Gao Jianxiang finally found a propitious burial site on the southern slope of Yunqi Mountain.
The master, compass in hand, paused halfway up the mountain; the bronze needle trembled incessantly at the "Bingwu" position. "This is it."
The master brushed aside the withered vines, revealing a reclining ox stone gleaming with a bluish light beneath. "Backed by the main peak, it's like leaning on a dragon throne; facing the water's mouth, it's like welcoming wealth."
The newly selected cemetery is surrounded by pine trees, and in the distance, the confluence of two mountain ranges naturally forms the shape of a pen holder.
When Gao Jianxiang personally shoveled the first handful of soil, several sparrows were startled and fluttered away to the southeast—the master said this was an auspicious sign.
The tombstone was made of high-quality bluestone, and the two characters "慈母" (compassionate mother) were deliberately left ungilded, to be dotted with cinnabar on the day of burial.
On the day of the relocation, Gao Jianxiang discovered that a wild orchid had sprouted next to his mother's old grave, so he transplanted it, soil and all, to the new gravestone.
Now, every time I visit the grave, I can see the dewdrops condensed on the orchid leaves, shimmering in the morning light, just like the glass brooch my mother used to wear on her clothes.
As the mountain wind passed by, the pines rustled, and in a daze, I seemed to hear my mother humming the song "The Wandering Songstress".
"Master, make the seams on the side more solid, so they can't be easily dug open."
The bald master said, "Do you think this is an imperial tomb? Who would come here to dig up a grave for no reason?"
Gao Jianxiang said, "In short, make it as sturdy as possible for me."
The master nodded.
When the employer speaks, the employee naturally has to meet the employer's needs.
After settling the tomb matter, Lin Xiaoye said with some worry, "If the two of us lose our jobs, how are we going to live?"
Gao Jianxiang said, "I'll go to the repair shop and find a used small truck."
Lin Xiaoye asked, "What do you need the small truck for?"
Gao Jianxiang said, “Let’s make a van and start over. Let’s work together. I’ll talk to Captain Guo and we can set up a stall in front of the police station and give it a try.”
Lin Xiaoye mentally complained, but couldn't help but mutter aloud, "How many people are there in the police station?"
Gao Jianxiang said, "There are many people. If you include the Flying Tigers, there are more than 600 people."
Lin Xiaoye has absolutely no desire to set up a stall now.
Having grown accustomed to living in a large villa, she no longer wanted to return to her old house.
I was just about to find an excuse to brush off Gao Jianxiang.
Sudden.
Vivi ran over excitedly, holding up a plastic cup: "Mommy, Mommy, look what I found!"
Lin Xiaoye looked down and was nearly scared out of her wits.
It sprang up from the ground in a flash.
Gao Jianxiang reached out and took the cup. "Dad, take a look."
Gao Jianxiang picked up the cup and found a fake eyeball inside, the very one he had thrown away that night.
These are Zhang Chen's prosthetic eyes.
The glass prosthetic eye cracked into a spiderweb pattern, revealing intricate gold patterns on a micro-circuit board between the fragments.
A silver chip the size of a button was stuck in his eye socket, flashing an eerie red light regularly, like the bioluminescent organ of some deep-sea fish.
The chip surface is etched with the number "V4.7", and wires thinner than a human hair extend from the edge. Some of them are broken and tremble slightly in the air.
When sunlight shines at a specific angle, hundreds of nanometer-sized hexagonal lattices can be seen arranged inside the chip, changing their arrangement and combination with the alternating brightness of the red light.
Gao Jianxiang carefully removed the chip.
At the same time, I remembered the card I found at the car repair shop that night, which had a circular hole in the middle.
It has a shape and size that are basically the same as this chip.
"Wife!"
Gao Jianxiang put the chip away and said nervously, "Wife, take Weiwei home first, I have something to take care of."
Lin Xiaoye said, "Jianxiang, I have something I want to tell you."
Gao Jianxiang didn't have time to listen and said, "I really have something to do. You take Weiwei home first, and we can talk about it when I get back."
Done.
Gao Jianxiang ran to the roadside and flagged down a taxi.
He was going to verify his suspicions.
Just as Gao Jianxiang's taillights disappeared around the street corner, a black Santana emerged from the shadows of the plane trees. Without its headlights on, it silently merged into the traffic like a black fish.
The car windows were covered with dark privacy film, but a red light occasionally flashed from the passenger side – it was a cigarette butt flickering.
The car maintained a distance of three car lengths at all times. When it encountered a red light, the Santana's brake pads emitted a sharp metallic scraping sound, which was particularly jarring in the rainy night.
Li Jian was the only person in the car.
Following Gao Jianxiang through a maze of streets, we arrived at a bustling food street in Sham Shui Po.
"Red Heart Warehouse"
I took the elevator up to the third floor and arrived at a warehouse.
Gao Jianxiang took out the chip and handed it to the warehouse manager.
This time, Li Jian was very fast.
He followed right behind Gao Jianxiang.
Gao Jianxiang noticed that there was someone behind him, and naturally became wary.
He glanced back at Li Jian.
Li Jian was shrouded in shadow, his baseball cap pulled low, casting a heavy shadow on his face.
The sunglasses had reflective brown lenses that distorted the streetlights' reflections, but they completely obscured his eyes. A black face mask covered his mouth and nose tightly, rising and falling slightly with his breath, revealing stubble at the edges.
Gao Jianxiang assumed the other party was also there to pick up something, so he didn't pay much attention.
Especially since the other person was holding a white cane, Gao Jianxiang became even more relaxed and less vigilant.
soon.
The moment Gao Jianxiang took the key, the cold touch of the metal made his fingertips tremble.
The key has a matte, antique silver finish and is shaped like a miniature version of a medieval knight's sword—the hilt is wrapped with non-slip, patterned leather, and the guard is exquisitely carved into the shape of a winged eagle.
The "blade" section is covered with irregular, serrated grooves, casting a spiderweb-like shadow under the light.
The most peculiar feature is the three hollowed-out plum blossom-shaped holes at the tip of the key, with micro-engraved numbers almost invisible to the naked eye engraved along the edges.
When staff shone an ultraviolet light on the key, an anti-counterfeiting watermark suddenly appeared in the middle.
After Gao Jianxiang left.
The warehouse staff looked at Li Jian and asked, "Sir, what kind of service do you need?"
Li Jian pointed to his mouth and made two "ah ah" sounds.
"Damn, how can a blind and mute person communicate?"
The warehouse staff were dumbfounded. "Sir, have you taken the wrong route? Let me help you leave."
The warehouse worker had barely left his seat when Li Jian's figure flashed in like a ghost.