Chapter 107: Mixed Shipment of People and Goods

The power plant and the drying kiln on top, the timber yard on the left, and the brick kiln on the right form a structure shaped like the character for "trunk." In the future, as buildings and equipment are added, this structure will become the character for "field," then "eye"... expanding endlessly.

There is no equipment inside the plant, only six large wooden frames placed side by side. There is one identical wooden frame each at the timber yard and the brick kiln. Inside the frames, rectangular pieces of Black Ebony are neatly stacked. One frame of this ebony would be worth about 200,000 in later generations, so in today's inter-plane reselling operation, Cao Zong is destined to take a loss.

"Everything ready?" Cao Chuan asked after seeing these large wooden frames.

"No problem, Cao Zong, just waiting for you to show your divine might!" The Industrial Party members standing to the side, led by Zou Guoqing, who had long been thirsting for action, were all brimming with excitement.

Cao Chuan nodded, said nothing more, waved his hand, and vanished before everyone's eyes. At the same moment, one of the wooden frames before them also disappeared. A few minutes later, Cao Chuan reappeared in the same spot, waved his hand, and on the ground appeared a cubic box with a side length of 2.8 meters. The box was assembled from steel plates and gleamed brightly.

The moment the Industrial Party members saw the box, they let out a collective roar. As Cao Chuan traveled back and forth time and again, those wooden frames were replaced one by one with metal boxes. When the last wooden frame placed in the timber yard was swapped out, everyone present burst into cheers.

Xia Xianze, standing at the very back of the crowd, shook his head and sighed with emotion: "Ah, I still find it too miraculous. With your advanced thinking from the Nanometer Era, can you understand this thing?"

Feng Jun, standing beside him, gave a mocking laugh: "A civilization of this level would at least need to have cracked time and space. Students from the Nanometer Era truly can't make sense of it."

"Yeah... can't make sense of it at all." Xia Xianze sighed again at this point: "Can't even understand it, yet there are still so many people daydreaming about success..."

"Can't be helped, they all come from places where there aren't enough scammers to go around. A slightly lower IQ is understandable."

All eight boxes of planned equipment were in place within half an hour. There was a slight surplus of space, so when the last box of equipment was opened, a person in a deep sleep was also fished out from inside.

This situation was very common. Sometimes what came out of the Transmission Box were Transmigrators who had been sent over after drinking something spiked. Everyone very skillfully tossed this fellow onto a Wood Board to the side to sunbathe; he would probably wake up before long.

After finishing up, Cao Zong vanished in a flash, surrounded by a group of big shots. The Industrial Party members made a half-hearted show of waving goodbye a few times, then immediately began impatiently unwrapping their presents and playing with their new toys!

First, they directed the people from other departments who had come to help with the heavy labor — today the Kiln District had no laborers; everyone was a Transmigrator.

One by one, the metal boxes were opened. The equipment and parts inside, including those pulled out from the Boiler furnace and pipes, were all registered one by one, and then their positions were adjusted — the Transmission Box had appeared right in the corresponding factory building, so the equipment taken out only needed a slight nudge to be in place.

Next, the Industrial Party members began using Electric Picks to drill holes in the ground. The laborers had been desperately pedaling bicycles these past few days to charge the batteries, all for this very moment.

Yao Zhesheng groggily opened his eyes. He slowly sat up from the Wood Board beneath him, then looked around in confusion at this strange Construction Site before him.

In the work shed beside him, people were coming and going, seemingly installing some kind of equipment. Behind him was pile after pile of logs. Not far away, he could also see some people busy under crude sheds. Further in the distance were lush, green hills, and at the limit of his vision was the deep blue silhouette of mountain ranges.

"Where am I?" Yao Zhesheng patted his head, desperately trying to recall what had happened before. A steel plate box at the entrance of the work shed jogged his memory: "This box looks very familiar, seems like I personally customized it?"

"Ah! The box, that's right!" In that moment, Yao Zhesheng remembered everything!

One week ago, he received a promotion notice, transferring his post from Durban to São Paulo. At that time, he was overjoyed and was bidding farewell to his subordinates one by one inside a large Warehouse at Durban harbor.

Yao Zhesheng had originally come to Durban alone to carve out a domain. After arriving in Durban, he rented a storehouse, recruited workers, and completed the Company's tasks on time. Almost all of his activities took place inside a large Warehouse at Durban harbor. The Warehouse had rooms, and he lived inside it.

Every so often, the Company would send him some equipment lists. Yao Zhesheng's job was: as quickly as possible, to order the equipment on the lists from all over the world and have it delivered to the Warehouse. Then he would also direct his four locally hired Black Uncle subordinates to test-run the equipment in the Warehouse, then pack this equipment using a freakishly space-saving method, and finally ship out these steel plate cargo boxes.

The Company's compensation was very generous, but he had never met anyone else from the Company, because all communication between both sides was done via the internet.

This time, after receiving the promotion notice, he was very happy, because he would finally get to meet the Chairman in person. The letter in his mailbox clearly told him: the next step was to first go to Cape Town for a face-to-face debriefing with the Chairman.

He warmly bid farewell to his four Black Uncle subordinates, telling them to rest easy and look after the Storehouse, that another Purchasing Factory Manager would soon come to take over. Then Yao Zhesheng packed his luggage, took the expensive Core i8 Laptop and Huawei Porsche phone specially issued to him by the Company, boarded the flight, and flew toward Cape Town.

What he didn't know was that soon these few Black Uncles would be laid off, and then the Warehouse would be abandoned. The so-called Company had already begun the process of deregistration in Saint Kitts the moment he left Durban.

Looking at the vast sea of clouds outside the porthole, Yao Zhesheng sat on the Airplane, his thoughts beginning to wander again: "This time I must ask the Chairman where this equipment is used. Even if it's the North Pole, there's no need for this kind of packing method, much less preparing so many spare parts! Ah, unless it's an otherworld like in novels, otherwise there's no way to explain it... The delivery address can't be tracked down either; if not, should I personally make a trip back later?"

Yao Zhesheng once again fell into that paradox that had always puzzled him.

In a private estate in Cape Town, Yao Zhesheng stayed for a few days. Then this morning, the room Phone rang; it was the Chairman personally calling: come to the back garden. When he went alone to the back of the estate, he found a smiling young man waving at him at the entrance of a large house.

After entering the Storehouse, the first thing Yao Zhesheng saw was a steel plate cargo box placed in the middle of the floor, one he was all too familiar with. At the other end of the room was a pile of large frames nailed together from black Wood.

"Familiar, right? These boxes were all packed by you from Durban. Hard work, Engineer Yao." The young Chairman was very amiable and personally poured half a glass of Bordeaux from a side bar counter and handed it to him.

"No hard work, no hard work, Chairman is the one working hard!" Yao Zhesheng accepted the wine with both hands, took a polite sip, and then hurriedly flattered the Chairman.

"Yeah, I have indeed worked quite hard today." The Chairman, while gesturing for Engineer Yao to sit down, pointed at that lone steel plate box on the floor and said: "Just now I sent seven over in one go, this is the last one. Simply too exhausting."

In that moment, Yao Zhesheng suddenly felt something was off, as if something was right on the other side of a paper Window. His expression became a bit blank.

The Chairman suddenly leaned forward at this moment, stared into Yao Zhesheng's eyes, and asked: "You've been checking the receiving location and looking into Company information; it seems you're very interested in the final destination of the goods?"

"Damn, the issued Laptop has a problem!" At that moment, Yao Zhesheng's face turned pale, his train of thought pulled back to reality. Stammering and hesitant, he said: "It's just, just that I thought there was no need to buy so many spare parts..."

"Heh heh." The Chairman leaned his body back against the sofa, smiling as he said: "Can't be helped, you can't buy spare parts in the Great Ming."

"Ah..." In that moment, a boom went off in Yao Zhesheng's mind. The paper window was finally pierced through. Just as he straightened up to say something, the drug kicked in, the wine glass in his hand slipped to the floor, and he passed out on the sofa.