Chapter 1023

Sunflowers are the national flower of Russia. If you have to find a food to be a "national dish", potatoes will naturally become the biggest candidate.

Since the potato spread all over the world in Peru, no country has placed such deep feelings on it as Russia, no less than a man and his little lover.

So when you hear someone calling another person a potato in Russia, don't think it's disrespectful and give people nicknames -- of course, it's not too respectful. After all, people have their own names. What's the matter with being called a potato?

Look at the message that the driver of the pickup truck is old potato, not only because his weak temper is very like potatoes, but also because he likes potatoes very much, which has become very famous in the bulk container yard with chaotic personnel history.

Old potato smiled and answered without blinking his eyes. He said that there was a body under the canvas in the carriage. He was not surprised at the message. He just smiled and scolded nonsense, so he waved his hand and let him pass.

There are nearly 300 people in the whole venue. Who doesn't know that old potato has the least courage?

Let alone let him go to the shipper's body. Even if he was to contact a dead dog or cat, he would be full of frustration and spit out his face.

The kind-hearted old potato whistled and drove to his dormitory and stopped the car.

His dormitory is a small container, just like other workers.

After opening the door and getting off, old potato lifted the canvas and looked at the body. He still had an almost idiot smile on his face. Then he covered it and turned to the dispatching duty room composed of several large containers.

How many containers will be sent to all parts of the country every day through the yard. The business of the venue boss has now involved international logistics. Naturally, it will smuggle some scarce materials under appropriate circumstances.

"Old potato, what are you doing here?"

A bearded man standing at the door of the container on the second floor, with a wine bottle in his left hand and a woman wearing a navel in his right hand, opened his mouth and sprayed a big smoke ring and asked the old potato who came over.

Bearded calls himself Ivan. He is the most trusted subordinate of the boss and the manager of the business here. He is famous for his greed for money and lust but ruthlessness, so he is also called terrorist Ivan.

Old potato is not very afraid of Ivan, just because everyone can bully him for reasons and no reason - when someone lives to the point where anyone can bully him, he becomes the person who is the least threatening, the least concerned, the most popular and the longest living.

"Ivan, I'm here to ask for my friend. Is there any business to the South recently? If so, can you reserve three (three cubic meters) space for me? As for the price, it's easy to discuss. "

Old potato slightly bent over and smiled. After explaining his intention in a few words, he took out a cigarette from under his clothes and threw it up.

Ivan raised his hand and put the cigarette in his hand. His eyes lit up immediately. He put it in the arms of the woman in his arms and said with a smile: "old potato, your friend is still very interesting. Although the requirements are a little higher -- however, I can accommodate. The freight is higher. After all, it's the first cooperation. It depends on your face."

After listening to him, the woman in his arms gave a low smile, deliberately put aside her legs, looked up at her old potato, made an ambiguous posture, but scolded in her heart: what's the face of the old potato? Isn't it because you're worried about your clothes and dissatisfied with the smuggling container?

"Thank you, thank you!"

The joy on the old potato's face made the wrinkles on his dry old face vivid.

"What did your friend let you transfer?"

Ivan asked as usual and joked, "it can't be number four?"

Ivan's No. 4 now is a local code word, implying No. 4 contraband.

"Hehe, Ivan, you're joking. I really want to use that thing, but the problem is that I don't have your direct relationship channel to the world."

Old potato smiled humbly and put a high hat on Ivan before explaining: "it's some frozen salmon, worthless gadgets, that is, my friend promised to make him some authentic fresh food, so he found me. I hope I can help."

Although salmon is not a rare thing, but when it comes to the most authentic, it should also be a local variety. Only because of the sharp decline in indiscriminate fishing production in recent years, the Russian National Aquatic export department has repeatedly adjusted export tariffs, so it is normal for it to become a part of export.

Ivan also thought it was normal. He had done this before. He knew that many upstarts in that country in the South felt proud to eat the most authentic salmon, so he didn't care. He soon offered a normal price of three cubic meters.

For the sake of a good cigarette sent by the old potato in advance, Ivan offered a discount.

After thanking him for his kindness, old potato turned and whistled away.

"The old dog lives very well. I haven't seen him so generous before."

The woman rushed behind the old potato and spit to remind Ivan: "Ivan, our goods are the farthest to South Vietnam, not to the south."

"It doesn't matter. Wait until you get to South Vietnam to find a way to transfer. There is no lack of international logistics in the south. Then inform old Tudou and ask his friend to add money. If you don't add money, you'll pull it down. The fish stinks. What's our relationship?"

Ivan smiled indifferently and reached out to pinch the woman's strong ass.

The woman immediately uttered a long nasal sound, as if water was flowing in her eyes.

The sound of running water came from far away.

Kneel on one knee and stick your cheek to the ground to feel the moisture and humidity of the road under your feet.

When your hands are sticky (because you always have to hold the mossy granite Lane wall), your fingers have lost the function of distinguishing humidity. At this time, your cheeks come in handy.

The place where there is water is about 500 meters away from the current position in the radius. This is still a straight-line distance. If you really want to go there, you really can't be sure how long you have to go.

No matter how far you go, you have to find a place with water - only along the water, you don't have to turn around in this labyrinth of underground roadway. Your head is big, and you find that you always return to a certain origin.

In the underground maze, the eyes that look at the road and the ears that hear any sound may be deceived.

Take the sound of running water for example. It can go around the maze like roadway, so people can't distinguish the specific direction of the sound of running water.

The humidity of the road under your feet can't deceive the skin's sense of discrimination.

"Special, I hope you don't let me down."

Fang Yuan scolded, leaned against the granite wall, took out the bottle of thousand day drunk from his bag, unscrewed the cover and took a small sip.

After being drunk for thousands of days caused by special technology, a warm and empty heat immediately rises in the surrounding Dantian, and you dragon quickly walks around his limbs and bones, making him feel very comfortable.

So far, he doesn't know how long he has been walking in the labyrinth of sewers. The feeling of hunger has long passed, which proves that the body that needs food to supplement has given up reminding the host that it's time to eat and began to secrete something to create the illusion of just full.

To put it bluntly, I'm just too hungry, but I don't feel hungry.

In fact, there is no need to step on the ruins, let alone have a look underground. He can drive back to find the wall after walking through the bluestone path, and then go straight east to get out of the forest.

He came to the ruins because he was curious about how Mobei had been trapped in this place for seven or eight days, and finally lost his ability to protect her mother.

Curiosity Kills not only cats, but also Fangyuan.

He wandered around the seemingly simple ruins for a long time. In addition to finding many black holes that can get into the underground, he found nothing else, let alone people. He hasn't even seen a rabbit.

When there was no harvest, he completely lost interest in the ruins of Carmen town and wanted to leave, he found that no matter how he went, he could only return to the ruins in the end.

He finally understood why such a powerful desert north had been trapped here for seven or eight days. It turned out that the ruins area was a huge maze array.

Fang Yuan could see that this was a lost formation, which did not mean that he could go out. Before and after wandering around until dark or returning to the ruins, Mr. Fang was ruthless and went underground like a soil mouse.

Soon, he regretted that the underground roadway extending in all directions was a larger maze. Even if he could see darkness as day, he could almost blind his eyes and couldn't find an exit to climb to the ground.

On the granite wall, I saw some simple murals with a long history, as well as arrows carved with sharp blades.

Compared with the northern desert, which has no interest in archaeology, we have a little experience in this aspect. According to these simple murals, we can see that this is telling an ancient myth and legend, some similar to the Chinese Chang'e running to the moon.

No one would care about the ancient alien culture under such circumstances.

Fang Yuan was not interested, but was surprised at the arrows: judging from the scratch marks, they were just engraved, which should have been left by Mobei who entered here by mistake.

Fang Yuan was surprised because he didn't understand what kind of sharp tool Mobei used to leave such a clear scratch on the hard granite.

But this is not the point -- the point is: the radius follows the scratch left by Xiaobei's sister, just like a mule. After wandering for two hours, it returns to its original place.

If so, Fangyuan finally figured out a fact: Mobei can leave the dark road. It's not because she found the way by herself. Maybe she ran out by mistake after taking shit luck, but left the wrong road sign, causing Mr. Fang to waste his energy here.

In the end, he had to rely on his own rich survival experience. After noticing the obvious change of air humidity, he slowly came to this place.

Fang Yuan planned to rest for a few minutes, so he continued to look for the direction of the water. Just leaning against the lane wall, suddenly there was an extremely weak woman's laughter from the direction of the water: "ha, ha ha."