My barbaric female teacher

Yang Xiaobao didn't respond to Zhao Yu. He quietly observed the surrounding situation outside the factory and made up his mind.

"You don't have to go in with me. Go to the car and wait for me. If I haven't come out in half an hour, you'll find a way to save me. Either call the police or ask your brothers to come

Yang Xiaobao came to Zhao Yu with a very serious tone. It seemed that he had prepared for the worst.

Zhao Yu couldn't help getting nervous. He looked at Yang Xiaobao suspiciously, "you go in alone?! I think it's better to forget it. Let's just go to the police and take care of this smuggling factory. "

"Stop it and do as I say."

Yang Xiaobao did not hesitate and turned a deaf ear to Zhao Yu's proposal. He turned around and quickly ran to the wall in the southwest corner of the factory.

He knew that he was in a very passive situation and knew nothing about the specific situation of the smuggling factory. If he called the police now, even if the police came to take over the factory, he would not be able to clear his suspicion of smuggling. Therefore, Zhao Yu's proposal obviously did not work.

He had no choice but to take risks on his own.

Without knowing it, Yang Xiaobao climbed over the wall and fell steadily in front of a pile of sand and stones in the corner.

Within the four walls, there is a wide field of several hundred square meters, but there is no one over the field. There are only a few power poles and five dim yellow night lights.

Right in front and on the right, there are warehouses built of colored steel tiles. Yang Xiaobao secretly observes behind the sand and stone, and only after he is sure that no one is patrolling nearby, can he quickly probe forward against a wall.

In front of the warehouse, two big iron doors were hidden. Looking through the crack of the door, the lights were bright. At least twenty men were busy, a busy scene.

There are some packaging materials on several machine tools, and there are countless boxes beside them, as well as some cigarettes scattered around the machine tools.

Yang Xiaobao's eyes are full of shock. Roughly speaking, there are several tons of cigarettes. The scale is amazing.

He was stunned for a moment, surmised in his heart that the men's actions seemed to be busy changing the packaging of cigarettes, and several forklifts transported the cigarettes to a corner deep in the factory. There seemed to be a door, but it happened to be Yang Xiaobao's blind spot. It was impossible to see more scenes.

Four or five men talking to the big iron gate, Yang Xiaobao quickly Dodge, around to the other side.

The warehouse on the other side is semi open, with hundreds of cars parked in three rows.

One of them is the Middle East version of the black Bentley, which is very eye-catching. Most of the other cars are covered with black cloth. We can't see the specific brand and model, but we can see from the contour and body length that they are all luxury cars.

Yang Xiaobao didn't find the office area in the factory or the place for people to rest and chat, which made him feel more and more strange.

Is it just a transit site for smuggled goods? Such a large scale of smuggling activities should be established in a flat area outside the provincial capital city?

What does that mean? The operators behind must have a terrible background that ordinary people can't imagine. Otherwise, the smuggling dens of such a large scale would have been banned by the police for a long time.

With a general understanding of the scale and layout of the factory, Yang Xiaobao quietly touched a dark corner, jumped over the wall and left the smuggling factory intact.

Sitting in the roadside SUV, Zhao Yu didn't dare to turn on the lights. He was in a restless mood. Seeing a dark shadow coming gradually in the dark from a distance, he subconsciously raised his vigilance.

Yang Xiaobao went to the car, opened the door and sat in the co driver's seat.

"Are you out so soon? What's going on inside? "

Zhao Yu's eyes were full of amazement, and he couldn't wait to ask.

"I didn't find any useful information. I just found out the nature of the factory. There are a lot of smuggled cars and cigarettes stored in them, and the boss behind the scenes may be very smart. "

Yang Xiaobao's face became serious for a moment. Zhou Zheng's short stature once again appeared in his mind. As a mobile phone accessories merchant, he is unlikely to control such a large-scale black industry. Is he wrong?

He thought that Zhou Zheng had set up this smuggling trap in order to revenge himself, but tonight he explored this not secret smuggling factory on the spot. Yang Xiaobao thought that there might be another possibility. Zhou Zheng had no interest in this smuggling factory. He just bought a batch of smuggled cigarettes to frame himself.

Although Zhao Yu was in an urgent mood, he could do nothing about the present situation. After all, in terms of stratagem, he was not a little worse than Yang Xiaobao.

Along the way, they didn't talk. The long silence made Zhao Yu realize the seriousness of the problem. Back in the city, Zhao Yu sent Yang Xiaobao to the downstairs of his apartment. Yang Xiaobao suddenly frowned, "you have a lot of contacts in Muqi city. Please help me to see if anyone you know has ever been in contact with smuggling business. If so, find out immediately."

"Smuggling?"

Zhao Yu looks embarrassed. All his family's businesses are legitimate businesses, which embarrasses him.

Looking at Zhao Yu's blank and depressed expression, he shook his head. Without any more words, Yang Xiaobao turned and entered the building.

Yang Xiaobao went into the room and thought about it. After thinking about it, he called the Cycas in Shanxi Province and asked him about the progress of the aftermath there.

Cycas didn't know that Yang Xiaobao was in trouble. There was a faint excitement in the tone of the phone. He told Yang Xiaobao that he would come to Muqi city to meet him in two days.

With the help of Du Xiaolin, he transferred the two companies under his name to his friends. Huang San and ye Qirong are already at odds. They are fighting fiercely for the ownership of the bar.

Just hang up with cycas, Yang Xiaobao received a call from Zhao Yu.

"I'm up! There is such a person! If you hadn't been framed this time, I would have forgotten it! " Zhao Yu's mood is very excited.

"Who is it? I've already figured out a way for you to ask him out. " Yang Xiaobao was surprised.

"That's the vice president I just fired a few days ago, gemuz. Do you have any impression of that fat man? "

"Well... He?"

"Yes Zhao Yu hastily explained, "gemuzi has no other hobby, but he loves playing with cars. I think it was the year before last when he bought a smuggled car with a registered license plate. As a result, he was checked two months before he drove it. He also paid tens of thousands of fines and his driver's license was revoked! "

After listening to Zhao Yu's words, Yang Xiaobao hesitated for a moment and then made a decision, "great! You will contact gemuz tomorrow and ask him to let out the news with the smuggler he knows, saying that someone wants to buy three Bentleys. "

"Is that going to work?" Zhao Yu didn't know what he meant, but he couldn't guess Yang Xiaobao's intention.

"OK, I can only try. I'm not absolutely sure." Yang Xiaobao's words were calm. He couldn't hear the slightest panic. He stopped for a moment. "Since we want to dig out the boss behind the smuggling factory, we can only do the whole thing. I'll pay for the car."

"Well, I see!"

After hanging up, Zhao Yu sat on the sofa holding a glass of red wine. After a while of meditation, he gradually understood Yang Xiaobao's strategy.

He wanted to pretend to be the buyer of the smuggled car, use the trade as bait, explore the organizational structure of the smuggling factory, and try to catch the big fish behind the scenes.

Only in this way can he completely end the smuggling industry chain and help himself clean up the crime of smuggling.

……

Zhao Yu asked gemuzi to release the news. After a short day, gemuzi replied that the seller at that end wanted to see the buyer and talk about the price face to face.

Knowing that it was inconvenient for him to come forward, Zhao Yu called gemuzi and Yang Xiaobao together and asked gemuzi to make an appointment with the seller over there. Yang Xiaobao went to see the seller with him.

In order to avoid extraneous events, Yang Xiaobao specially told Zhao Yu not to disclose any information about the incident to gemuzi, so gemuzi really thought that Yang Xiaobao was a buyer who wanted to start a luxury smuggling car.

At about six o'clock in the evening, Yang Xiaobao carried a black box and set out with gemuzi.

"What do you know about these smugglers?"

Facing Yang Xiaobao's cold voice, gemuzi was obviously stunned, and looked at his side face with hesitation.

He didn't know the details of Yang Xiaobao at all. He just felt that he was a mysterious businessman who had paid a lot of money with the president Zhao Yu.

"I don't know much about them. Smuggling business can't be seen. What they do is very low-key. I only know one thing, that is, the smuggling car business in our southern Xinjiang province is controlled by the same group, and ordinary people can't do this kind of business."

The flesh on gemuzi's face trembled slightly, and his tone was very pertinent. Yang Xiaobao's eyes glanced at him. Such an answer undoubtedly confirmed his suspicions. To find out the culprit behind his crimes, we must thoroughly investigate the organizational structure of the smuggling gang.

"Are they interested in the deal?" Yang Xiaobao deliberately pause, "three Bentley cars at least enough to see, let you talk to me about the price of people who?"

Gemuz swallowed his saliva and looked serious. "Of course, if three Bentleys can be sold successfully, they will earn at least 700000."

Yang Xiaobao didn't reply. Gemuzi then said, "last time I bought a car, I was looking for him. His name is Holm. He is a famous handlebar on Muqi City Road, and he made a fortune by smuggling."

Because gemuzi had done business with smuggling gangs before, Yang Xiaobao didn't worry that the other party would doubt his motives. After hearing this, he chuckled, "great, I'd like to see if the people dancing on the blade tip really have three heads and six arms."