Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 55

No matter how big the sun is, it can't warm a heart that is getting colder and colder. This is the true portrayal of Lin Ba's heart at this moment.

The small wooden box shattered at the touch of a person. Previously, the surveillance video in the store showed that no one touched it after it was put on the shelf.

Coincidentally, after collecting it, Lin Ba put the small wooden box in his office for a period of time, which was a blind spot for the monitoring.

This time, the crotch fell into the yellow mud.

16 people can get it together, but if it is really taken out, then it will be self-inflicted?

In case the boss thoroughly investigates, it is impossible that all the things he has collected for so many years as a Taoju palm eye master have gone wrong.

With the lessons learned from the small wooden box, all the dirty water behind can be poured on yourself.

Lin Ba's heart was like falling into an ice cave, his hands and feet were icy cold, and cold sweat was still breaking out on his forehead.

This time he was completely stumped, even with ten thousand mouths he couldn't tell.

The sudden door-to-door inspection, meaningful questioning, and when all the scenes appeared in his mind over and over again, Lin Ba could basically conclude who was behind the scenes.

Although I still don't understand how that little bastard managed to switch such a wooden box without leaving a trace under the camera, but it doesn't matter, everything will be clear when this little bastard is caught.

Lin Ba didn't go back to Taoju again, and he summoned two shop assistants under his command to inquire about the free knight who hadn't got a license plate, and finally found a trace in the afternoon.

"Go back to Yanlou, you seem to be in a good mood. Let me keep an eye on him, I want to drink tea with him tonight."

Lin Baye showed a hideous look on his face.

You make me feel bad, I will send you to see Lord Hades first.

It just so happened that Dongtu was tired of waiting.

The hustle and bustle of the city continued, but it had nothing to do with Fan Chengfeng.

In a large warehouse located in Nancheng, Fan Chengfeng was extremely busy.

All Zhou Gan's inventory at Fan Chengfeng's was only 21 tons, and the rest would be shipped from several major provinces in the south as soon as tomorrow morning.

So Fan Chengfeng had no choice but to let Zhou Gan pull all the rice into the warehouse that Liang Fan had rented for him, and then began to take pictures and send them to Yingji.

Each bag of these rice is only 21 catties, [-] tons is not a lot.

At the beginning, Fan Chengfeng used the perspective to deal with it, but the drift bottle kept prompting that the transported items were too large, please choose again.

I have been trying, and in the end, only six packs were left in the photo before it was sent successfully.

Before taking pictures, a batch of rice must be moved to another place, only in this way can it be convenient to take pictures of the rice that is blocked behind.

Naturally, it is not easy to ask someone to help with such an important matter, and I am so tired that I am sweating profusely, and my arms are even more sore and limp.

I started to work from nine o'clock in the evening until eleven o'clock, not to mention my back pain, leg cramps, and my stomach was croaking.

After finishing all the work, Fan Chengfeng sat down on the dusty concrete floor regardless of his appearance.

Before he had time to send a message to Yingji, Yingji replied first.

"Shangxian, why is it all rice?"

Fan Chengfeng's head was full of doubts, is the rice bad?
Furthermore, the focus of attention should be that the amount of rice is not enough.

Could it be that the King of Qin couldn't find the point at all?

Drop dong!

It turned out to be all white rice. I thought it would be better to mix some corn, so thank you very much.

This is Yingji's mentality at this time.

Fan Chengfeng directly pointed his middle finger to the sky, and after a long time of quarrel, it turned out that the concept of food that others talked about and his own concept of food were not at the same point.

"You mean, noodles, wheat, whatever?"

This time it was Fan Chengfeng's turn to focus.

If what the other party wants is to fill the stomachs of more than 30 troops on the front line, then it is not necessarily limited to rice.

Noodles, rice noodles, wheat, and even corn are all available.

"Shangxian, I actually think rice is pretty good."

Fan Chengfeng looked at Ying Ji's reply, his mind was full of black lines, and he forgot about this.

"I'm in a bad mood today, and we'll talk about the food thing another day."

Fan Chengfeng replied decisively, and he didn't care about the King of Qin anymore.

After clapping his hands, Fan Chengfeng stood up.

The previous preparations were insufficient and too hasty. Anyway, there are only 21 tons of rice today. No matter what Yingji says, it is the same, so I can find a reason to beat this product.

In Qin Palace, Yingji looked at the white rice falling from the sky with a sense of loss, and immediately regretted it.

This is purely due to his habit, his face is too thick, and his heart is too greedy.

In that time and space, Yingji was the aloof King of Qin, and no one of the princes of the Warring States would give a little bit of flak because they were afraid of Qin Jian's sharpness.But Fan Chengfeng was different. The two of them were not in the same time and space at all. Those prominent identities were worthless in front of him. Coupled with the image he created before, he was completely capricious.

Leaving the warehouse and locking it heavily, Dong Qingshan's text message has been coming for a long time, Lin Ba is looking for his trace everywhere, it's time to show up in the city.

It's time for Lin Ba's play to come to an end.

On the way back by car, I received a text message from Su Yating, asking if his words counted.

Fan Chengfeng replied with a big question mark, but Su Yating meant that she still owed her several meals, and this long-term meal ticket should play its role.

Eating with Su Yating is definitely something you can only wish for.

However, there is an important mission tonight, so it is not safe to take Su Yating with her, so she can only make an appointment for another day.

Originally, Fan Chengfeng had already seen signs of hope after the small flames were flicked last night, and tonight should be the time to strike while the iron is hot.

"Lin Ba, an old dog, would be sorry for his big sacrifice if he didn't jump the wall tonight."

Fan Chengfeng muttered to himself.

Returning from Nancheng to the vicinity of Taoju, he chose the hotel here on purpose at the beginning, just to have a reason to hang around nearby, so as to find a chance for Baye Lin to make a move.

Along the way, Fan Chengfeng received information from Dong Qingshan one after another. The incompetent men under Baye Lin and the few helpers borrowed from his brother were also under surveillance.

At this time, Baye Lin's every move is under control.

Fan Chengfeng found a barbecue stand, parked his car, and a van also stopped not far behind.

Fan Chengfeng narrowed his eyes and smiled, this feeling of cat and mouse is really good.

"Boss, let's have a pot of crayfish and a dozen beers."

Fan Chengfeng sat on the small horse and said loudly to the owner of the barbecue stall.

These words seemed to be said to those who followed him not far away.

Don't be in a hurry, when I'm drunk, you just need to come over and carry me.

(End of this chapter)