After watching the video, Section Chief Zhang glared at the three bodies with hatred and couldn't help cursing, "These scumbags really don't deserve to die. It's better to let them go crazy and kill each other. Otherwise, I don't know how many people will be killed."
Ye Feng restrained his smile. He really wanted to tell Chief Zhang that these three people died because of his mental power.
Ye Feng smiled as he took out a cigarette and handed it over: "Chief Zhang and his men are good at kung fu, no wonder he was able to stab the vital point with one knife, luckily he was also killed by the wood."
Section Chief Zhang was thankful: "Boss Ye, you are so lucky. The ranger with a gun was hacked to death by him. If he hadn't been killed by the falling wood, he would have stabbed you. You wouldn't be able to stand here now."
A smile flashed across Ye Feng's eyes: "Yeah, I'm so lucky. Fortunately, he was smashed to death. Otherwise, if he stabbed me with a knife, I would have no way to block it."
Section Chief Zhang smoked a cigarette, his brows showing anxiety: "Damn it, three of the six people are dead, where are the other three? I have to go back to the bureau and find these people quickly. They are too dangerous and we can't let them run rampant in the city. Goodbye, Mr. Ye."
It can be seen that Section Chief Zhang is a responsible police officer. Ye Feng showed more respect in his expression and said with a smile: "Section Chief Zhang, goodbye. I will make an appointment with Prince Yu some other day, and we will have a drink together."
"Ha ha, alright."
Section Chief Zhang came in a hurry and left in a hurry. The police car, sirens blaring, gradually went away.
The forensic doctor and the police conducted an identification, the bodies of the three members of the logging gang were sent away, and the woodworking factory returned to its former tranquility. This incident became a topic of conversation among everyone after dinner.
Originally, Ye Feng planned to return to Death Valley after buying the wooden boxes, but after being delayed in the woodworking factory, it was already noon, and Boss Yang insisted on treating Ye Feng and Lao Zhou to a meal.
Boss Yang was moved when he learned that three guys selling wood had killed someone while stealing trees in the forest farm.
He said to Ye Feng and Lao Zhou nervously, "Boss Ye, Brother Zhou, if you hadn't been here, I might have been killed by those three guys today. I want to thank you. After dinner, I'll ask someone to drive the wooden boxes you want and deliver them to your door."
The warehouse manager interjected, "Boss, those wooden boxes have been moved away by Mr. Ye and his team."
Boss Yang was stunned. He looked at his warehouse manager suspiciously, then glanced at Ye Feng who was laughing secretly beside him.
"That's impossible. I didn't see any trucks coming to load the goods."
Boss Yang went to the warehouse in a hurry and came back dumbfounded.
"Brother Zhou, President Ye, you guys are so quick. When did you move all those wooden boxes away?"
Old Zhou was also completely confused. He didn't even enter the warehouse. He just looked through the phone book on his mobile phone outside, trying to find a transportation company to help deliver the goods.
Transportation companies are generally unwilling to go to places like Death Valley, where the mountains are high and the roads are long and dangerous. Even if they are willing to go, the charges are extremely expensive.
Lao Zhou found the phone number of a friend who owed him a favor of some size and should not be able to refuse his request for delivery.
He was about to negotiate the price with him, but the warehouse keeper told him: "Mr. Zhou, your 420 boxes have been taken away. Please sign the delivery note."
Looking at the red delivery note, Lao Zhou looked confused: "When did I pick it up? What did you ask me to sign?"
The warehouse keeper was a young man. Seeing that Mr. Zhou refused to admit his mistake, he became anxious. His face flushed as he pointed at the warehouse and said, "Mr. Zhou, your friend took all the things away. He asked me to come to you to sign. Our Boss Yang only recognizes you."
Lao Zhou sneered: "You can't eat anything you want, and you can't say anything you want. When will we get those boxes..."
Looking at the empty warehouse that was just piled with hundreds of wooden boxes, Lao Zhou was stunned. What happened? Or did I miss something
A trick? I don't believe it.
Old Zhou fumbled around in the open space, but could only feel air. There was indeed nothing there. Just now, he had clearly checked several wooden boxes from hundreds of wooden boxes. Together with Ye Feng, he determined that these wooden boxes were of high-quality workmanship and made of real materials.
The young warehouse keeper looked at Old Zhou fumbling around with disdain and couldn't help but sneer, "Brother Zhou, are you acting in pantomime?"
Ye Feng whistled over and said, "Brother Zhou, please sign. I have transported all 412 boxes. They don't recognize me, they only recognize you."
Old Zhou felt confused and signed the document without thinking. He was so depressed that he almost wanted to tear off his few Mediterranean-style hair.
"When did you move these boxes?"
Ye Feng smiled mysteriously: "Just now, I performed a magic trick and they..."
When Ye Feng came out of the warehouse, he saw the bald man trying to beat up Boss Yang, so he rushed over to help.
Seeing Boss Yang looking at him in surprise, Lao Zhou also waved his hands beggingly: "Don't ask me, I didn't move these boxes. Our Boss Ye performed magic and moved them away."
Boss Yang was shocked at first, then as if he had guessed something, he pointed at Lao Zhou with a smile and said, "Brother Zhou, you have changed. You are no longer the honest brother Zhou. You have become more and more naughty. You want to tease me. Okay, I admit that you scared me. I don't care how you moved the box. I won't ask about this matter. Come on, I'll buy you a drink."
Lao Zhou smiled helplessly and said, "When did I change? I don't have time to tease you. We don't want to drink anymore. We have to hurry..."
Boss Yang held Lao Zhou and Ye Feng's hands tightly, with a resolute expression on his face: "My two benefactors, you are not allowed to leave. You must go drink with me."
Lao Zhou and Ye Feng looked at each other. This Boss Yang was too honest.
Lao Zhou could only agree to Boss Yang: "Okay, but I can't drink too much..."
Next to the woodworking factory there is a small hotel called Kezaila, which is a typical farmhouse in the suburbs.
The three-story farmhouse courtyard has no gorgeous decoration. It is simple, plain, clean and elegant. All the tables inside are square eight-immortal tables, neatly arranged, square and proper.
Looking at those tables and chairs, Ye Feng felt that they looked very familiar. After taking a look around, he remembered that he had seen these tables and chairs in Boss Yang's woodworking factory.
The tables and chairs in this small hotel were all made in Boss Yang’s woodworking factory.
In the small farmhouse hotel, the waitress was the proprietress, a middle-aged woman. When she saw Boss Yang, she couldn't stop smiling.
"Boss Yang, another guest is here."
Obviously, Boss Yang was very familiar with this tavern. Whenever there were guests coming to the woodworking factory, he would usually bring them to this tavern for dinner.
End of this chapter