Chapter 802: Who is the robber? 6667

Adult time always passes quickly, not to mention busy work.

At a little past seven in the evening, the wine vendor lowered his duck-billed cap, shrank his neck, and came to a restaurant on the side of the road. He ordered a set meal, then stood there and looked, then walked toward a table in the corner that already had guests.

Aierwen also walked in from the outside at this time. He chose a set meal at will, then picked a position that was easy to observe, and sat down.

After a day of observation, this wine vendor is just the lowest-level "scatterer." His job is to receive goods and then sell them in small batches. He doesn't even count as a wholesaler, just the lowest level in the entire sales chain.

Catching him has no meaning, so Aierwen decided to keep raising him and catch the person behind him.

Originally, they didn't intend to risk entering the restaurant, because entering this time meant that Aierwen couldn't do any tracking activities in the future.

At least he couldn't be responsible for activities that might come into contact with this wine vendor, which was indeed not very suitable for them, who didn't have many people.

But they saw the wine vendor actually go to a dining table with guests outside, and Aierwen immediately concluded that the wine vendor and these people might know each other.

As the "brain" and commander of the team, he doesn't have to participate in front-line actions, so he walked in directly.

He sat at the bar, not too far from the wine vendor, about seven or eight meters away. He could feel that the people at the same table were staring at him.

Aierwen didn't look back either, smiled at the waitress, "What do you recommend today?"

The waitress put her hands on her hips and looked at him. After a while, she said, "Beef and bean rice."

Aierwen soon found this "beef mixed with mixed bean rice" on the menu, nodded, "Just this."

In fact, the only areas in the federation that mainly eat rice are the southern regions. The north is still mainly bread, wheat, and beans. They don't eat rice.

Rice is a very strange thing for federal people. Its appearance is not the result of the diversity of federal people's recipes, but purely caused by the complex omnivorous nature brought by immigrant groups.

Many immigrants mainly eat rice. The restaurants they open and the food they make will have the style of immigrants.

And they started to let the southern federal people start to accept rice.

But they didn't fully accept it. Just like this restaurant, their rice is not pure rice, and there are many mixed beans mixed in it.

There is also one mixed with wheat kernels, potatoes, and carrots.

But it may not take long before they start to get used to eating pure rice.

The business of this restaurant is not bad. The shops that can operate and survive in small cities have their own unique skills.

Some of the best-selling foods are prepared in advance, so Aierwen didn't wait too long.

When a plate of mixed bean rice was drizzled with thick beef sauce, and a large spoonful of minced beef was covered on the rice.

Even though Aierwen had things on his mind, he was stimulated by the rich beef aroma and rice aroma at this moment and swallowed his saliva.

"Egg, it looks delicious!"

"Give me another cup of... tropical juice."

Then he lowered his head and started to enjoy this cheap but delicious food.

The two in the corner took back their gaze, and then looked at the wine vendor sitting opposite them.

The wine vendor took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it over, "Business is not good today, only four hundred and fifteen dollars."

One of the guys with a larger build took the envelope, took out half of the banknotes inside, counted them simply, and then took out forty-two dollars and handed them over.

The other person said while enjoying dinner, "Business is not good for everyone after the Saint Agriculture Festival. You have done well enough."

"After you finish buying the goods in your hand, the other goods are placed in this position. This is the key."

He handed over a card. The card recorded some addresses, and a key was inserted on it.

The wine vendor took the address and looked at it. It was not too far from where he sold things today. He didn't understand, "Why can't we fix the sales in one place?"

"Many guests will not find us!"

"Honestly, I have already lost some customers. I believe they still want wine, but they can't find me."

The guy sitting opposite him shook his head, "This is not your problem. Your problem is to sell wine better and more."

"Listen, we didn't make things difficult for you, and we gave you the opportunity to make money. You shouldn't ask about these things that are not good for you, understand!"

The guy opposite him patted the wine vendor's cheek with somewhat greasy hands, "Don't find trouble for yourself!"

The wine vendor's expression was not so happy, but he held back.

These two are state police. He actually already suspected a bit. These wines might have been secretly taken out of the warehouse by these guys to sell.

So they tore off the wine labels and sold them secretly.

This kind of thing happened more than once or twice.

It's just that they rarely came into contact with wine before. What they came into contact with before were all kinds of small appliances or daily necessities, food, etc.

This time it seems they caught a big fish.

However, the wine vendor didn't continue to ask anything. It's fine to make money.

The other person signaled that he could leave. He said goodbye to the two, and then got up and left quickly.

Aierwen was still sitting at the bar and didn't leave. He planned to continue staring at these two people for a while, and as for the wine vendor?

People outside will continue to stare at him.

The two people met more than ten people all night, and then they left, and followed them directly to the place where they were temporarily living, a middle-class community.

Because this community needs someone to agree or register to enter and exit, Aierwen didn't continue to follow in.

At night, their two cars were parked in two driveways. As soon as the sky was bright, they got up and continued to stare, until a little past seven, they saw the car from last night driving out of the community—they remembered the license plate number, which was not difficult.

But when Aierwen saw clearly the two people sitting inside, he couldn't help but curse a dirty word.

"Son of a bitch...", he signaled the other car to follow, and he went to another street, found a public phone booth, and dialed Lanse's number.

Lanse was talking to James (the eldest son of Mayor Williams, a municipal councilor) about the labor support problem in the new industrial zone.

Now Lanse's labor introduction office is very hot among capitalists. Everyone wants to hire this kind of worker who doesn't need them to worry, and both sides are actively connecting this matter.

There is a small problem with Mayor Williams' side. The problem is that if they completely use Lanse's workers, it means the local unemployment rate will rise.

Whether a federal politician speaks loudly or not depends entirely on how much support rate he has.

And Mayor Williams doesn't just want to do it for these few years. He wants to completely stabilize the power of the Williams family in New Jincheng before stepping down, so he very much needs support rate.

He is a bit busy himself, so he let James come to talk to Lanse, which is also a test for James.

"Sorry, I'll take a call."

Lanse's hand pressed on the receiver, and James stood up immediately, "I'll go smoke a cigarette."

Lanse smiled, let someone take him to the lounge next door, and then answered the phone, "I am Lanse."

"Lanse?"

"I, I found a problem I don't know how to describe. You definitely can't think of who these wines come from."

Lanse laughed twice, "It won't come from the Hazardous Materials Management Bureau!"

"Although it's not right, it's almost the same."

"Yesterday we found the upstream of the scatterer, and have been staring at them. Just now I saw them go out in police uniforms."

"They are police!"

Lanse froze for a moment. This is indeed something he couldn't think of.

He thought of many possibilities.

For example, the local gang was jealous of his batch of goods. After all, the value is hundreds of thousands, and the market price is around two million. Someone was jealous, and then robbed their goods.

It is also possible that it was a direct dog-eat-dog. The compatriots in the neighboring state are not very particular, want to do business without capital, and swallowed him directly with people and goods.

Including he also thought that it might be the Hazardous Materials Management Bureau discovered their transport truck, and then detained both people and goods. He even let Dai Er go to inquire.

But now, he knew the answer, it was the police.

"The police robbed our goods?"

He took out the cigarette case and pressed it. The ivory cigarette case separated immediately. He took a cigarette from it with one hand and put it in his mouth, then lowered his head and lit it with the desktop lighter on the desktop, "Continue to check, see how many people are involved, don't disturb them, I have to think about what to do."

Aierwen agreed, "I will be as careful as possible."

The two communicated for a while, and Lanse decided to send more people over. He was not very relieved by Aierwen and these people.

Once it involves law enforcement agencies, the confrontation will become difficult.

If you hurt them, it is assaulting the police, which is a felony. Local law enforcement agencies, including ordinary people, gangs, can all attack you.

But they hurt you, but they don't need to bear any responsibility. They can find a reason to catch you, even if they kill you quietly, there will be no sequelae.

Lanse is not familiar with the Denuozhou side, and there is no hard relationship there. Now it is not suitable for Aierwen to make any big moves. He has to think carefully about what to do.

After hanging up the phone, he thought for a while, and didn't have any very good clues. This matter, if it were to disturb Senator Cleveland, would be a bit... making himself look very incompetent.

He was a bit troubled for a while.

"Go and invite Mr. James back, just say my call is over."

Not long after, James came back from the lounge next door with a full face of smiles. Seeing his appearance as the "future successor of New Jincheng," inexplicably, a flash of light seemed to flash in Lanse's mind.

"Councilor Wei De... went to which state?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 803 =====