Chapter 129: Heaven, please! Discern loyalty from treachery!

Just now……

Zheng Degui seemed to have scolded Li Jiaci a few sentences.

But he didn't know the person on the phone was Liu Yanxi; his emotions were heated, so uttering a few reckless remarks was understandable.

Otherwise he would suffocate himself.

But it was exactly these few impulsive words that fell right into Li Jiaci's trap.

Zheng Degui had thought through everything, but he never expected that this brat was actually calling him from the detention center.

Even a fortune-teller could predict that he would surely utter wild words.

Damn it!

Zheng Degui beat his chest and stamped his feet, shouting hoarsely: "I'm really being wronged, damn it!"

"Zheng Degui, speak properly if you have something to say!"

"Do you believe me if I say it?"

"I don't believe!"

"Then I'll say bullshit to you!"

Without waiting for Liu Yanxi to continue speaking.

Zheng Degui then angrily hung up the phone.

He is now on the brink of a cliff; even if he took out his heart and liver to show Maozi, Maozi would only think his heart and liver were bought from the market!

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"Is everyone trying to mess with me?"

"Heh, let's wait and see!"

Zheng Degui then turned and called the timber supplier from Bei Xiong Guo.

The phone rang for a long time.

Just as Zheng Degui thought the other party wouldn't answer, a cold voice suddenly came from the other end.

"Boss Zheng, is the money ready?"

Zheng Degui knew the other party couldn't see him, yet he still put on a smiling face and said: "Please give me a few more days; the timber business in Huaguo is tough now, I've always transferred the money to you on time each month before, so please trust me once more!"

On the phone, a sound of lighting a cigarette was heard.

But no human voice was heard.

Zheng Degui summoned his courage and said again: "I'm calling you to ask for some more timber!"

"Doing this will only make you owe more and more!"

"No, no, no, I plan to open a branch factory elsewhere, take advantage of my remaining fame to quickly make a fortune, and then I'll be able to repay you!"

"Heh, your idea is very dangerous!"

"I'm confident I can pull off a brilliant comeback!"

The person on the other end fell silent again.

Zheng Degui waited until he was exhausted, wanting to urge but daring not to.

Suddenly, the other party hung up.

"What does this mean?"

"Did they agree or not?"

Zheng Degui cursed a national epithet in his mouth, yet he wanted to take a gamble.

That night.

He drove to the cargo handover dock.

Without the car fleet, he could only stand guard here alone.

Ships kept coming to dock, but he never saw a vessel from Bei Xiong Guo arrive.

Under the night, the cold wind made everyone shiver.

Zheng Degui couldn't hold out, crouched and slipped into the car.

Little did he know.

At some spot by the shore, a pair of eyes was fixedly staring at him.

A few days later.

Shiqiang Mu Cai Chang

Hong Bo entered the office, dust-covered, shook off the thick snow on his clothes, rubbed his hands, walked to the brazier, squatted down, and picked up a roasted sweet potato that was charred yellow.

Li Jiaci poured him a cup of hot water and asked: "Have the goods in all the warehouses been shipped out?"

"You're asking about the ten thousand tons of timber we bought from Nian Yong Mu Cai Chang? It's all shipped out this afternoon; I told the warehouse staff to leave early, and there might be a heavy snowstorm tonight!"

Upon hearing that, Li Jiaci nodded: "Judging by the weather, it will likely snow for at least two or three days, making travel difficult then!"

Hong Bo took a bite of the roasted sweet potato, and it was so hot he kept exhaling.

He picked up the water cup, narrowed his eyes, and blew on it.

"These middlemen don't mind the bad weather; today over a hundred of them asked when we'd start selling that batch of timber we have in stock. I told them to wait a bit longer, but they're not happy about it!"

Li Jiaci laughed and said: "We can't sell our timber at seventy-five yuan per cubic meter anymore!"

Just as the two were talking.

A motorcycle sound approached from afar.

Li Yihu took off his helmet, his nose frozen red, and his breath turned directly into white mist.

"Oh man, I'm freezing to death, freezing to death!"

"Brother Hong, move a bit to the side!"

Li Yihu ran into the office, squeezing in as Hong Bo squatted down.

Hong Bo whispered, "These past few days I haven't seen you—where have you been frolicking?"

"I haven't been frolicking at all!"

"I've been standing guard at the shore all day, freezing like a popsicle!"

"Only now that the water's frozen over can I come back!"

"Look, my boots are so frozen I can't even take them off!"

Li Yihu said while sitting on the ground, showing off his pair of boots frozen solid.

Seeing this, Hong Bo looked at Li Jiaci in surprise and asked, "Boss, why did you make him suffer like this?"

"Come, have a sip of hot water!"

Li Jiaci handed Li Yihu a cup of hot water.

Then he explained to Hong Bo: "I sent Huzi to watch the shore for Zheng Degui's movements, to see if his suppliers are still supplying him with timber!"

"What do you mean? Isn't all of Zheng Degui's timber imported from elsewhere?"

"Why is he running to the shore to receive shipments again?"

Hong Bo still didn't know that Zheng Degui was collaborating with Bei Xiong Guo.

After Li Jiaci's explanation, they finally realized that all the timber merchants of Pingzhou had been played by Zheng Degui.

Li Yihu warmed his boots for a while before finally managing to take them off.

He then placed his feet by the fire bucket.

In an instant, the stench of pickled cabbage filled the air.

Hong Bo pinched his nose, grimacing, and said, "Huzi, did you soak your feet in a pickled cabbage jar? Go wash them quick—I'm craving pickled cabbage stewed noodles just from the smell!"

"Then you suck on my feet—same flavor!"

Li Yihu shamelessly stuck his feet out.

Smack.

Without exception, Hong Bo slapped them away with one blow.

Li Yihu laughed foolishly, grinning.

"Brother, I've been watching for days—Zheng Degui holes up in his car every day, straining his eyes at the docked ships, but each time he comes up empty; later, when the water froze, he slunk away in disappointment!"

Hearing this, Li Jiaci gave a faint smile: "That'll do."

Hong Bo asked, "Boss, what are you worried about? The workers have left Nian Yong Mu Cai Chang empty—surely the Bei Xiong Guo people won't keep working with him!"

"Not necessarily; I'm just preparing in advance. If Bei Xiong Guo believes Zheng Degui's one-sided story and continues to risk working with him, we'll need to deploy our plans ahead of time."

Every move Li Jiaci makes hits Zheng Degui's weak spot.

Allowing no slip-ups.

Hong Bo broke off half a roasted sweet potato, shoved it into Li Yihu's hand, and said, "You've worked hard these days—go take a hot shower and warm up under the covers!"

All one could see was Li Yihu's face breaking into a bright smile as he waved his hand.

"No need—I still have to wash my car later!"

"You're washing your car in this heavy snow?"

"The motorcycle my brother bought me—it runs like the wind, really powerful; I'll maintain it well so I can ride it for several more years!"

Hong Bo doesn't understand these young people's motorcycle dreams.

Li Yihu was shivering from the cold, yet his eyes shone as he stared at that motorcycle.

"So cool!"