High-profile King

"Jiazi 17, Jiazi 17, is the only truck in the caravan that packs 5 tons of B nutrients, and is a best-selling sugar product.

The rest of the goods are also Grade C premium nutrients, which can be said to be the highest value of all the containers in the entire caravan.

If it's stolen, we'll be running for nothing this time! Exclaimed the old manager.

Even if the quality of Grade B nutrients is average, the average selling price per catty in Jiangchu Guozheng District is around 1,000 gold knives.

Of course, the direct selling price of the production area in the negative area is only one fifth of this figure.

Coupled with large customers with a one-time purchase of more than 100 tons, the plantation will generally give a 10% discount on wholesale.

Therefore, the price of Liao's acquisition of these batches of Grade B nutrients is only about 180 gold knives per catty.

But even so, a ton and two kilograms still cost 360,000 gold knives, and 5 tons is 1.8 million.

Adding the remaining 45 tons of Grade C nutrients, the cost price is about one million dollars.

The loss of this truck, although not to mention the loss of the caravan's blood, is indeed a very considerable loss of profit.

The innkeeper at the inn sighed and said with a sigh: "Old man, we 'Gaosheng' is a millennium old shop and will never shirk its responsibility.

Since the goods were lost in our inn, we must compensate the money that should be paid.

Coupled with those Nanyang insurance companies, Guibao should not lose much.

However, this thief's method is so superb that he could steal the nutrients of a container without knowing it.

Now you say that he chose the most valuable goal.

I suspect most of them are ghosts.

We have to rush to Liao Dong to report it, see if we can check it out, and we can all suffer less. "

"Five Lords are compassionate and feel that they are here. The following people are not full of fun, and they returned to the room early to rest.

I will take you to find him. "The old manager groaned a little, nodded, and said decisively."

He got up and led the innkeeper at night, walked through the hall, and walked towards the backyard.

Five Lords refers to Liao Dongyu, because he ranks fifth in the ranks of his brothers in the same family, so people familiar with him are called "Five Lords".

On the way, the innkeeper asked softly, "By Zhao Laoyi, what can you still find in this trip of" Tongshengtong "?

Is there any face in the caravan? "

"The dealership hasn't changed, and I want to come to the old name of" Tongshengtong ", so as not to guard against theft," the old manager said softly: "As for the face.

When the caravan left Shenshe Base, Wuye met a year-end friend.

Follow us here all the time.

The origin is a bit unclear, you can focus on checking.

However, the fact that Class A truck No. 17 is loaded with Grade B nutrients is confidential.

The whole caravan also knows the five old men, Miss Wu, me, Xu Changmao and Liu Shide.

It stands to reason that the kid went deeper and succinctly along the way. Except for a few words with Wu Ye, no one ignored it, it should be unclear. "

The two of them had already come outside the hall. The old manager patted the knocker and shouted, "Has the five masters fallen asleep?"

The treasurer Li of the higher value night has an urgent matter, and I want to inform you. "

After shouting, I waited for a while, and there was no movement in the room.

The old manager patted the knocker again and shouted again, but no one answered.

An ominous hunch arose in my heart. The old manager's face changed, and his voice shouted again. When there was no one to respond, he hurriedly kicked the door open and broke in.

Seeing a lit dim red candle in the house, Liao Dongyu slept at the desk, but his face was turned toward the beam of the room. Obviously, his neck had been twisted off, his expression was angry, and his life was glaring with eyes.

The old steward saw the horrible image, and suddenly his legs softened and he slumped on the ground.

The higher value of the night shopkeeper bit his teeth, whose face changed drastically, turned around without saying a word, and flew away, informing the owner and calling for manpower to adapt.

What the inn is doing is welcoming the sale, and ensuring the safety of guests' lives and property is the most basic requirement.

Now the guests lose their money first and then their lives, which is tantamount to smashing the signboard of 'Higher Sheng'.

In particular, one of the owners of the big business is dead. If you are not careful, the reputation of the inn may be lost for thousands of years.

Naturally, you have to deal with it carefully and do your best to show sincerity and apology.

And at the time when the wind of ‘higher prosperity’ was horrified.

Zhang Jiao had glided to Linfan County's only shipping terminal and landed.

The pier is called Jinhailiu. It is said to be the property of a small aristocrat named Liu in Jiang Chu Kingdom ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ It is said that the hereditary title of the Liu family is only a ‘down-doctor’. The land is narrow and there is no way to maintain the decentness of the family.

And because he was a humble and nobleman, he could n’t find a big merchant to act as an agent. He could only go to sea regardless of the nobility of the nobles. He bought a block of tidal flat on the outskirts of Linfan County, built a small port, and made money from the water. business.

Unexpectedly, relying on aristocratic status and several generations of business-minded homeowners, Liu Jiagang grew like a balloon, and finally monopolized all the terminal businesses in Linfan County.

The scale has expanded to a point almost comparable to that of the county.

Standing on the cement road full of smelly smell outside the harbour, Zhang Jiao looked at the dark and bright like a bald head, a bright and dark port, wandered and stepped into it.

The dim place in the pier is the closed warehouse, restaurant, and grocery store.

The places where the lights are on are the ships that are unloading, the factories that handle the catch overnight, and the taverns, inns, and places where the snow is blowing.

It can be seen from the filthy clothes of the dock workers, the unkempt look of the fish-cutting female workers, and the decent dressing of the sea merchants and hawks who are still drinking and enjoying in the middle of the night. More.

The poor class lives very hard.

Zhang Jiao walked leisurely in the harbour.

Seeing the sweat under the chandelier, the ants were connected in a string, and the hardship to carry the goods from the 10,000-ton giant ship and disembark, I couldn't help thinking: "I am really a pure human sea port without mechanical cranes and forklifts. Eye-opening.

Therefore, he will choose to come to the dock after leaving the "Higher Sheng", intending to buy a ferry ticket to cross the ocean after dawn, and rush to Xiangyuan to start his new life of Li Daitao stiffness.