Chapter 617 - 404: Golden Triangle! [Two-in-One, Please Vote!]
Chapter 617: Chapter 404: Golden Triangle! [Two-in-One, Please Vote!]
"You mean... that so-called ’Brother Chen’, through sea transport, brought stuff into Haibei Province that..."
"Could cover an entire basketball court?!"
A panicked voice suddenly echoed in the meeting room.
The weather at the end of October wasn’t hot; it was already autumn, and Xu Liang was wearing his fall suit.
Only...
Even though he was dressed thickly, cold sweat still broke out on his back at this moment, as if a gust of chill slipped through the gaps in his clothes and drilled into his body!
Xu Liang was shaken.
This was that shock you get when facing a numerical monstrosity!
When was the last time he felt this way?
That was back in Sunzhou, when he’d worked a steel case there, seeing the numbers on the steel mill’s sales of radioactive waste steel...
"Are you sure!?" Xu Liang spoke.
Sun Hu was startled. He lifted his head and saw the other man staring fixedly at him.
Immediately, he swallowed hard, his mind constantly replaying the memories.
In the end he nodded.
"I’m sure."
"Just me alone, I carried dozens of crates back and forth to the warehouse."
He didn’t know what exactly he’d been moving, but he still remembered roughly how many trips he’d made.
"Oh, right, there was also a guy called ’Scorpion’ watching us. He seemed to be one of Brother Chen’s men."
Sun Hu thought for a moment, then added a reminder.
"Dozens of crates... an entire basketball court..."
Xu Liang felt his mind go messy, countless tangled lines knotting into a ball in his head.
"No... no, maybe it wasn’t all drugs..."
He muttered, starting to adjust his breathing rhythm.
After he’d calmed down a bit, he looked seriously at Sun Hu and went on:
"Do you know what was hidden in those crates?"
Sun Hu shook his head. "No idea. I’m just a lackey. I do whatever they tell me. Knowing too much... gets you killed easily."
"After all, my surname’s Sun, not Feng."
Xu Liang was momentarily speechless.
With this kind of ’family-style’ operation, you didn’t even have to think to know how exclusionary the inside was.
If Sun Hu really had their full trust... he wouldn’t have been sent to do petty stuff like stealing stamps.
So him not knowing was perfectly normal...
Only, if his own speculation... turned out to be true, then this would be huge!
"Dumping... in other words, product plus large-scale selling."
"For a drug offender, the only thing that can really be called product is drugs..."
Xu Liang fell silent, his thoughts running hard inside.
Logic told him that what Sun Hu had been hauling had to be this crap.
But those massive figures also made him feel a bit incredulous.
Why?
Because if it really could cover an entire basketball court... then the total mass of that stuff would be a downright terrifying number!
"But looking at the clues so far, this point is very likely..."
Xu Liang closed his eyes, his brows knitting tight, and reached up to pinch the corner of his eye.
"LSD has a high psychological dependence, but in fact it doesn’t create much physical dependence."
"Unless it’s like with Feng Xiang, who got screwed over by Sun Hu with high concentration and high dosage. Otherwise... this stuff is about like laughing gas cartridges, you can’t control victims into becoming stable customers."
"If you’ve got enough product to cover a basketball court... the biggest problem in selling it is the buyers!"
The more buyers you have, the more you sell.
Few buyers, and no matter how much stock you’ve got, it’s all for nothing!
So...
"You want to use something as convenient as LSD to pave the market, then have enough buyers to digest all that product?"
"It’s like a bundle of dynamite: if you want an explosion, you need the right fuse."
In a daze.
It was as if Xu Liang had linked certain things together, piecing out the underlying logic.
He opened his eyes.
There were still lingering red veins in both of them that hadn’t faded yet. After a brief moment of thought, he spoke:
"And besides all that?"
What he was thinking was too frightening; he needed other information to verify it.
But Sun Hu only shook his head helplessly.
"That’s really all."
"I’m just a lackey—carry stuff, sneak stamps."
"If I actually knew anything important... why would they send me to do crap like this?"
Indeed, if he were even a little important, he’d have been kept in Feng Village to ’do business’, not sent out to do petty thieving.
Xu Liang was silent.
After a long while, he finally raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.
"Alright, we’ll end the meeting here."
"I’ll deal with what you’ve said fairly. If you remember any new leads... please contact me as soon as possible."
As he spoke, Xu Liang paused, locked his gaze on the other man’s eyes, and added one more line.
"This isn’t for me."
"It’s for you yourself!"
With that.
He said nothing more, stood up, and turned to walk out.
Watching his back, Sun Hu kept wanting to speak and then stopping, stopping and then wanting to speak. Unfortunately, all the way until the other man walked out of the meeting room, he still hadn’t managed to say a single word.
To be honest, he was very worried about the man’s character.
This meeting in the room barely counted as a "private talk."
If Xu Liang wanted to claim credit for himself, take everything he’d said and say he’d personally investigated it, wipe away any trace of Sun Hu’s testimony...
There’d be nothing he could do about it.
After all, compared to two criminals, it was obvious the other guy’s reputation looked better!
"Time to go."
The two bailiffs opened the door of the meeting room, walked up beside Sun Hu, and reminded him as they stood at his side.
Sun Hu snapped out of it, then silently stood up and walked out.
"Tap tap..."
"Creak~"
He walked through the doorway of the meeting room and looked up, seeing his younger brother Sun Biao standing by the door waiting for him.
Seeing him come out, excitement flashed across Sun Biao’s face.
"Brother Hu, what did Lawyer Feng say to you?!"
He might not be on death row, but he’d still been given life.