Cheng Ergongzi

Step into Cheng's building, enter the coffee room and pour yourself a cup of hot cocoa.

While looking at the autumn scenery of the city outside the window, I slowly sip the warm and smooth chocolate in the cup.

Xiao Wenyu came in with a mug and saw me, "Coincidentally."

I smiled and said, "I heard that Director Xiao recently purchased a bottle of high-quality vodka, is this true?"

Xiao Wenyu grinned, "You are well informed, GreyGoose, pure drink is the best."

I raised my eyebrows and said, "The concentration is so high, aren't you afraid of being caught by your college classmates?"

Xiao Wenyu let out a long sigh, "Life is so difficult, you need to enjoy yourself in time, it's a pity that that elm head doesn't understand."

I slowly said: "Where is the other party's high school now?"

Xiao Wenyu shrugged: "I don't care, I hope he loses his job as soon as possible, and then sleeps on the street."

Just as I was about to speak, I heard a commotion outside, as if there was a dispute, and asked strangely, "What's going on?"

Out of the coffee room with Xiao Wenyu, I saw the marketing department was on the phone, in a mess.

Someone came over and said anxiously: "Cheng's warehouse has been stolen, we have called the police."

I was shocked in my heart, "What was lost, what was the loss?"

Just as the man was about to speak, someone came striding from the office and said in a deep voice, "Go and check the guard on duty at the warehouse that night, send me his name and work experience, and find someone to investigate his family background."

I couldn't help but asked, "What is missing?"

Shi Fan looked straight over, "Manager Cheng, do you know PLC?"

"What C?" I looked around, "I only know KFC."

He was furious: "Manager Cheng, come here for me."

Not daring to make mistakes, obediently followed Shi Fan into the private office.

Shi Fan closed the door and let out a long sigh.

Probably feeling tired.

He usually works for Cheng's family, burns ointment and continues to burn sundials, and he has no time to give, but his master doesn't know what is thinking in his head.

Shi Fan turned around, stared at me for a while, and said slowly: "Programmable Logic Controller, Programmable Logic Controller, PLC for short."

I wondered, "Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

Shi Fan paused for a while, "Because this is the product that was stolen this time."

I couldn't help but "ah".

"The PLC is small in size and light in weight. Even if there is only one person, you can easily carry multiple sets." He said and handed me a stack of materials. "The price of PLC is extremely high, even surpassing many hardware products weighing several tons."

I looked at the material in my hand and couldn't believe it: "Just a plastic box with a square of [-] centimeters?"

Shi Fan raised his eyebrows, "Do you know the price of such a plastic box?"

I said, "How much?"

He cites a number.

I exclaimed in a low voice.

It's so expensive.

Quickly asked: "How many sets were stolen this time?"

Shi Fan made a gesture: "Nine sets."

I silently calculated in my mind that Cheng's loss has reached seven figures.

"Then how do we deal with it now?"

Shi Fan took the materials away from my hands, and said calmly, "Naturally, we want to track down the whereabouts of these products, file a case with the police, and then investigate the warehouse guards on duty."

I rubbed my jaw, "It's like finding a needle in a haystack."

"That's not necessarily it." Shi Fan smiled, "Each PLC product has a unique barcode and stamp, which can be read which production batch it belongs to and which warehouse it is stored in. Just scan the laser, or put the serial number Enter the database, and all the information can be retrieved. Even if the product is sold in the gray market for a second time, Cheng can track it down.”

I clapped my hands, "General Manager Shi is really experienced and knowledgeable."

His eyes flickered, full of content, "So if someone steals something and doesn't want to be caught, the first thing they will do is to wear out the barcode and frustrate the steel seal."

I leaned back on the sofa, hugged my arms, and smiled lightly, "I see."

The smile on Shi Fan's face became deeper and deeper, and he sat down beside him, "But this is not what I care about."

He paused, "General warehouse theft, the loss is medium-sized hardware, which looks expensive, but is actually not worth much. PLC is small and light, and has a plastic casing. Those thieves don't look down on them at all, so they are rarely stolen. .Even if you steal it, you will take one with you when you leave the crime scene, and you will not steal nine in one go like this time, and only steal this product.”

I laughed dryly.

"Only those who understand the product and industry will steal the PLC." Shi Fan's eyes were dark and he could see into the depths of his pupils, "Manager Cheng thinks, who is that person?"

I said coldly: "General manager Shi seems to have something to say."

Shi Fan smiled, "Shi Mou has always spoken without intentions, please don't mind Manager Cheng."

I looked up at him, expressionless: "Naturally."

I asked Qi Sheng to have dinner at the restaurant, he saw my disappointed expression and thought it was funny, "Master Cheng, who bullied me again?"

Who else could.

Cheng's are all good people, and none of them can make me feel at ease.

I took a sip of fish soup, put down the porcelain spoon, and asked him, "Do you know what PLC is?"

Qi Sheng pondered for a while, "The Qi family doesn't use much PLC, mainly small and medium-sized products. The main industries of PLC are metallurgy, automobiles and electric power. The Qi family operates the textile industry, and there is not much demand for it."

I was shocked: "Why do you know more than I do?"

He rolled his eyes silently.

"Qi's focus is on the process control of the production link, batch control, and motion control of the packaging link, so it invests more in DCS."

I couldn't help joking: "A few years ago, you insisted on continuing to study literature and refused to return to China."

Qi Sheng took a bite of the emerald lion's head and sighed: "We must all obey the jealous and ruthless time."

After coming out of the restaurant, he hired a car to go home.

The trees on both sides of the street had lost all their dead leaves, and their pale branches stretched to the sky, making the sunlight glaring.

I close my eyes.

Arriving at Cheng's mansion, he entered the room, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and washed his face with clean water in the bathroom.

There is a small silver spatula standing on the sink, the handle is engraved with curly acanthus, like seductive hands, and the blade reflects the light of the incandescent lamp.

I reach out and hold it.

The unique touch of silverware is irresistible in the palm of your hand.

Place the spatula at the base of the thigh with the blade pressed against the skin.

Then, slowly push the handle down.

When the metal scraped across the skin, it caused a shudder.Pale at first, then reddish, which is a sign of subcutaneous blood vessel rupture.

I didn't take it seriously, and scraped off one by one, the pleasure came wave after wave with the subtle touch, I couldn't help but sigh comfortably, and couldn't stop.

One leg gradually covered with bright red blood, rinsed the blade with clean water, and placed it on the other leg.

The bloodstains were like spots of red ink splashed on the rice paper, or like a fishing net that was deeply drawn into the flesh, mottled and mottled.

But don't worry, the broken capillary will heal after a few days.

I will be elated and full of anticipation.

It's like reincarnation, never ending.