Wear to the time when the male god was young [MTL] [NO EDIT]

You have what I have, and you don't have it either

Lu Ning picked up the flashlight and shone it. Wasn't it Zhou Jiayu?

"Why is it you?" He asked in a low voice, because he was too surprised and his heart couldn't help but pounding.

Zhou Jiayu was not much better than him, but he was more afraid. If he had hit him with the stick in his hand just now, the consequences would be disastrous. He knew that this guy was daring, but he didn't expect him to dare to turn the tables.

He took a deep breath, walked over and said, "You are quite good at fighting. Did you get hurt just now?"

"Nothing." Lu Ning shook his head: "What about you?"

Zhou Jiayu: "I'm fine too. What are you doing here?"

Lu Ning said: "Didn't I hear Sanpang talking about Zhong Congshan yesterday? I was in the city in the evening and happened to see him. I was curious and followed him to take a look." After that, he lowered his voice a few points, "I originally wanted to take a look at the machinery and equipment that the machinery factory sold to him at a low price, but something seems wrong here."

Zhou Jiayu hummed: "This is a smuggling warehouse."

He originally just came to verify the rumors said by Sanpang, but he didn't expect to enter this warehouse by mistake.

Lu Ning: "There must be 20 smuggled cars here, right?"

"More than smuggled cars," Zhou Jiayu said calmly, "Come with me."

Lu Ning followed him to the other side of the wall, raised the flashlight and saw a pile of cartons: "Smuggled cigarettes?"

"Yes."

Lu Ning understood.

After the reform and opening up, smuggling was rampant, and many wealthy people even made their fortunes from it. And these few years are the peak period. In 1999, the first major economic case after the founding of the People's Republic of China was a smuggling case. In just five years, the group involved in the case smuggled more than 50 billion yuan and evaded more than 30 billion yuan in taxes.

What does this mean?

Even if it is another 20 or 30 years later, in his era, 30 billion yuan is enough to occupy a place on the rich list.

Throughout the ages, whenever there is the temptation of huge profits, there has never been a lack of speculators who take risks.

Looking at the scale of this warehouse, Lu Ning is afraid that Zhong Congshan's smuggling business is not small. He quickly took a few photos.

Zhou Jiayu glanced at him and chuckled: "You are well prepared."

Lu Ning pointed at the camera hanging around his neck: "You too."

Zhou Jiayu chuckled without comment.

At this time, the sound of a car engine came from outside, as if a car drove into the factory. The factory area, which was originally quiet in the night, was filled with voices.

Zhou Jiayu frowned and said in a low voice: "It is not advisable to stay here for long. We have to leave quickly. If we are discovered, we will probably become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

Lu Ning: "???"

Zhou Jiayu seemed not to realize that he used the wrong words and turned off the flashlight: "Let's go!"

"Okay."

Lu Ning put away the camera, followed him in the dark, and walked towards the window.

Although Zhou Jiayu was tall, he was agile. He grabbed the windowsill with both hands, jumped lightly, and then half-crouched on it. He stretched his feet out and slid out silently.