What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"Brother, you have no idea how popular those goods from the Lan family in Southern Xinjiang are on our black market."

Those century-old Yin-type medicinal herbs, and the leftover scraps from making Gu poison, are priceless treasures to independent cultivators and Feng Shui masters.

The first few batches of goods, each time, were snapped up by buyers halfway to Jiangcheng, before they even reached the warehouse.

"Seeing how booming this business is, a while ago, several big merchants from black markets in other provinces also came to me after hearing about it."

They offered a very high price and demanded a full package deal.

I figured I'd be a fool not to make money, so I signed a contract with them and pre-ordered a lot of high-end goods.

I listened quietly without interrupting.

But at this point, I gradually realized that the problem must lie in this large order.

Jin Wan picked up his teacup to moisten his throat and continued, "Because I don't have much influence in the local area of ​​Southern Xinjiang, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake."

Therefore, I've always entrusted Lao Hei with transporting the Lan family's goods.

Upon hearing this, I nodded inwardly.

Old Hei had spent half his life in southern Xinjiang and was a true local strongman, knowing all sorts of people and factions in the mountains.

Working with him would certainly not be a bad idea.

"According to our previous procedure, each time Lao Hei would lead people to the outer village of the Lan family to take over the goods."

He was then responsible for safely transporting the goods out of the Ten Thousand Mountains and delivering them to Kunming.

I arranged for my most trusted brother to receive the shipment in Chuncheng, and then it was transported to Jiangcheng via special logistics channels.

At this point, Jin Wanliang's brows furrowed tightly into a knot:

"For the past month or so, this model of cooperation has been going very well, without any problems."

But this time, the entire shipment of these several large orders was lost!

I put down my teacup, my gaze sharpening slightly: "The goods are lost? At which stage were they lost?"

"Within southern Xinjiang!"

Jin Wanliang gritted his teeth, looking extremely annoyed.

"My people waited at the rendezvous point in Kunming for a whole day, but didn't see a single ghost."

Even more bizarrely, we can't get in touch with Lao Hei either!

The phone lines were busy, and the contact points he had set up outside were all deserted.

"The delivery date on the contract is fast approaching."

If I can't deliver this batch of goods, the huge penalty for breach of contract will be a real pain for me for a long time.

But that's not the worst part. The worst part is that I, Jin Wanliang, have been in the black market for so many years, and all I have is a prestigious reputation.

"If I stumble this time and my reputation is ruined, who will dare to do business with me in the future?"

After listening to Jin Wanliang's account, I leaned back on the sofa, tapping my knees lightly with my fingers, and quickly sorted out the details of the incident in my mind.

It's really tricky.

For businessmen, having their reputation ruined is worse than losing their lives.

But I'm considering more than just money and reputation.

"Old Jin, what you just said about this matter seems a bit eerie."

I looked at him and analyzed the situation in a calm and measured tone.

"Old Hei is a seasoned veteran. He's managed to survive in the Southern Frontier for so many years, so he's definitely not a short-sighted person."

I believe he wouldn't do something like absconding with the money, killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

"Besides, those are goods from the Lan family."

I emphasized my words a little.

"In the vast mountains of southern Xinjiang, only someone as bold as Lao Hei would dare to touch the goods from the Lan family."

But if we rule out the possibility that Old Black betrayed them and ran away...

Even if this batch of goods is very valuable, which of the small mountain strongholds, gangs and bandits in the southern Xinjiang region would dare to be so blind as to touch the things that came from the Lan family?

"Isn't that like an old man eating poison, courting death?"

Jin Wanliang nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes! Yes! Brother Chen, you've hit the nail on the head!"

This is something I've been struggling to understand for the past few days!

He leaned forward and lowered his voice, saying:

"I've used all my connections and spent a lot of money these past few days to gather information over there."

And guess what happened?

Old Hei and his seven or eight skilled men vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air!

They disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead.

"I asked someone to check the last place Lao Hei appeared in, which was a place called Luohua Town on the edge of the Shiwan Mountains."

It is an important distribution center for goods from southern Xinjiang to be transshipped outwards.

It is said that Lao Hei led the convoy into town that night and never came out again.

The people I sent to scout said that the town is now eerily quiet, and there is absolutely no news about Old Black's convoy.

It was as if someone had deliberately erased all traces.

Hearing this, my gaze gradually deepened.

Old Hei, along with seven or eight skilled men and a large quantity of goods, vanished into thin air in a town.

Moreover, there was no sound of fighting or distress signals.

To be able to do this much, and to dare to disregard the authority of the Lan family...

Either something major has happened within Southern Xinjiang, or other top forces are targeting the Lan family.

Either a ruthless criminal has infiltrated the southern border region and specifically targeted this special shipment.

In either case, it shows that there is great danger hidden behind this matter.

"So, you've been busy these past few days gathering information, trying to find Old Black and that shipment?"

I looked at Jin Wanliang and asked.

"yes."

Jin Wanliang had a bitter face.

"But in the southern border region, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, so my reach can't extend that far."

Over there, money doesn't always work.

I'm really out of ideas, that's why I came to you for advice.

He looked at me, a hint of expectation in his eyes:

"Brother Chen, this business belongs to both of us brothers."

Now that the goods are lost, not only will my reputation be ruined, but our millions in profits will also go down the drain.

"What do you think we should do about this?"

I picked up the teacup and slowly drank the rest of the tea.

Old Jin is right, I get half the profit from this business.

Although I declined at the time, now that I've agreed, I'm considered a member.

Now someone is defying the laws of nature, not only stealing Lao Jin's goods, but also stealing my money.

I gently placed the teacup on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Old Jin, since that batch of goods was lost in southern Xinjiang, there's no use in us getting anxious and upset here in Jiangcheng."

I looked at him, but my eyes held a sharpness I rarely saw: "Get ready, we're going to the Southern Frontier ourselves."

"I'd like to see who has the audacity to steal our goods."

Upon hearing my words, Jin Wanliang's previously gloomy, chubby face instantly brightened up.

It was as if a hole had suddenly been torn open in the rainy sky, letting in golden sunlight.

And in those eyes, which were bloodshot from anxiety, a light called "hope" was rekindled.

He knew that as long as I was willing to intervene, there was still a chance for things to turn around.