Chapter 59

In the South Suburban Industrial Park of Qingshan City, at the third workshop of the Oriental Hardware Processing Plant, the workshop was pitch black. Perhaps they understood that such matters could not be done in broad daylight, so they were wary, or perhaps they were afraid that the lights would draw unnecessary attention. The large lights in the workshop were not turned on. The two men who came with Jiang Dezhi only relied on the lights on their safety helmets to do the tasks he had assigned them in the darkness.

One by one, wooden crates were unloaded from the truck, and there were quite a few. Normally, such a large amount of work would not be done by just two people, but what Jiang Dezhi was doing was not a good thing, so it was best to keep it as secret as possible. As it was, apart from the mastermind Jiang Dezhi and the security guard Old Zhang, only these two young men doing the work knew about it. Even then, Jiang Dezhi still felt the secrecy was not enough, and he certainly wouldn't add more people.

The two young men doing the work complained, but their actions did not stop. This "side job" had brought them many benefits from the boss, and he had promised them promotions and raises. Although they also understood that what they were doing was not good, driven by the lure of profit, they no longer hesitated. Besides, the boss was the main instigator, and if anything went wrong, the boss would take the blame, and no one would bother with them, mere small fry.

To be honest, they didn't know what was inside the wooden crates, and they didn't plan to find out. Although the crates were not completely sealed, and they could open them if they wanted to, they knew the dangers of curiosity. If the truth came out, they could only be considered accomplices if they were unaware, and might even avoid punishment. But if they knew what was inside, their responsibility would be much greater.

The two young men chatted idly, seemingly to bolster their courage. After about half an hour, they had unloaded all the wooden crates from the truck. Next, according to the boss's instructions, they had to move these crates into the workshop and hide them as well as possible. After that, it would be none of their business. Once this job was done, the boss would certainly not be stingy.

Envisioning a better future, the two young men each picked up a heavy wooden crate and walked into the third workshop. They had just entered and were still relying on the lights on their safety helmets to find a suitable hiding place when one of them suddenly saw a shadow flash past his eyes.

"Ah!"

Clang!

The sound of the wooden crate hitting the ground coincided with the man's scream. The other man turned around and saw that although the wooden crate on the ground was not damaged, the lid had shifted due to the impact. The contents, illuminated by the light, were clearly visible to both of them: daggers, machetes, military bayonets, and other controlled weapons, their cold glint hurting their eyes. At the same time, their hearts sank to the bottom.

"What are you doing? How are we going to clean this up? Damn it, now we know what's inside. If something goes wrong, we're really finished. You're not usually this clumsy, what's wrong with you? Looking like you've seen a ghost," one of them complained angrily.

But he didn't know that his comment about looking like he had seen a ghost hit the nail on the head. The man who had dropped the wooden crate nodded frantically when he heard this. Only then did the other man notice that something was wrong with him. His hands were trembling, his whole body was shaking, his teeth were chattering, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear. In this state, he couldn't even stand, let alone move the crates.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" The other man reluctantly put down his wooden crate and reached out to pat his companion. "Are you feeling unwell? Why are you shaking like this? You didn't seem off earlier."

"N... No! It... It's a... a ghost... a ghost!" The man could barely speak, but he struggled to tell the other man what he had seen. "I... I saw... saw something, something... something floating... floating past my... my eyes."

Hearing this, the other man also became afraid. If what they were doing was above board, they might have the courage to say they had a clear conscience and didn't fear the knock of a ghost. But what they were doing was despicable, and after seeing the contents of the wooden crates, they knew they had likely broken the law. In such a state, how could they be brave, especially in the pitch-black surroundings, where it seemed they might really encounter something unclean.

"What... What do we do?"

"Close the wooden crate, and... and then go find the boss. Get the boss and the others to come over. Even if we just stand there and do nothing, it's better to have more people. More people mean more support, and more people mean more positive energy, so even if something is there, it won't dare to act."

"O... Okay, if the boss doesn't come, I... I won't stay here."

After saying this, the two young men tidied up the wooden crates on the ground and ran out. In a dark corner, He Ping smiled. In such an environment, pretending to be a ghost was easy and enjoyable. He wondered if Jiang Dezhi and Old Zhang would come. If they did, He Ping had even more exciting performances in store for them. Even if he didn't scare them out of their wits, he would make sure they couldn't sleep for several days.

Not long after, He Ping heard people returning. From the sound of the footsteps, he knew there were more than two people. Through his night vision goggles, He Ping saw four figures: Jiang Dezhi and his two companions from outside, plus Old Zhang. The numbers were just right, and they were all together, saving He Ping the trouble.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Liu, what's going on?" Jiang Dezhi, whose cigarette glowed in the darkness, asked impatiently. "You said something unexpected happened. What unexpected thing? Did you see someone? You didn't answer when I asked. Old Zhang, shouldn't you have counted the people at the end of the shift?"

"That's right, that's right," Old Zhang quickly replied. "At the end of the shift, we count everyone in the factory to make sure everyone has left before locking the door. So there definitely shouldn't be anyone inside, but if it's a thief, who knows?"

"A thief is no problem," Jiang Dezhi waved his hand, speaking casually. "If there's a thief, just make him think we're in the same business. We can give him some benefits to fool him. After all, a thief won't dare to make a fuss."

"N... No, Mr. Jiang!" The young man who had seen the shadow, Xiao Li, explained. "Mr. Jiang, we felt there was something else here, but it wasn't a person!"

[PS: Second update of the day!]

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