bookbashuk Chapter 753 - 739
Chapter 753 - 739
Old Xu picked up the hand-held radio, just as he was about to connect with the outbound team, the door was knocked on from outside, and upon opening it, A Cheng stood earnestly at the entrance.
Typically, A Cheng preferred to hang out with people like Xiao Wen and Wang Qiang and rarely seek out Old Xu, as they say, "No one visits without a reason," so presumably, A Cheng had something important to discuss. Therefore, Old Xu slowly put the radio down and asked, "Xiao Du, do you need something?"
"Brother Wang asked me to deliver this to you." A Cheng handed a hand-held radio to Old Xu, then quickly walked to the table inside the room and pulled out several cardboard boxes from his pocket, saying, "And these!"
Old Xu casually picked up one of the boxes and weighed it; it had some weight. Upon opening it, indeed as expected, 7.62MM lead core bullets were neatly arranged in rows inside. Normally, ammunition of this caliber typically comes 50 rounds to a box, meaning there were a full 200 rounds laid out on the table!
Undoubtedly, these bullets must have come from Liu Fugui’s car. As if to confirm Old Xu’s thoughts, A Cheng added, "Brother Wang found these in that black sedan outside."
King Tang had Wang Zhongyu search the car, which was Old Lin’s suggestion, and it was done without Liu Fugui’s consent.
At that time, Xu Renjie also objected, arguing that such a sneaky action was akin to thievery.
But Old Lin believed that since both parties had already agreed to cooperate, they were essentially family. And as family, distinguishing between yours and mine was unnecessary.
So Old Lin arranged for Wang Zhongyu to search Liu Fugui’s vehicle directly. Of course, his true intention was not just to gather some usable supplies.
Affected by the concerns Old Xu mentioned in earlier conversations, Old Lin was somewhat uneasy and hoped that by searching the vehicle, they might find some valuable clues regarding the other party’s intentions.
Indeed, hard work paid off, and although they didn’t find any directly related clues, the yield from this operation was quite substantial. Just the four boxes of bullets were enough to keep Old Xu grinning with joy.
"How should we handle this? Should we return them to Liu Fugui?" Old Lin jokingly asked with a feigned seriousness, and without much thought, Old Xu replied, "Return my ass; these are desperately needed items for us. Returning them would be stupid! But a heads-up is necessary. After all, we can’t look too bad."
Old Lin stifled a laugh, nodded, and turned to A Cheng, still standing by, saying, "Alright, Xiao Du, thank you for your trouble. Go on about your business."
"Oh, Uncle Lin, Brother Wang also asked me about the black sedan. Should it be kept in the garage, or just left outside?"
Lin and Xu exchanged a glance, with Old Xu speaking first, "The snow is too heavy today, and fiddling with the courtyard fence is a hassle. I think we’d better wait until the weather clears, don’t you agree, Old Lin?"
Lin Junfu thought for a moment, realizing that indeed, such heavy snow made things inconvenient: "Alright, let’s leave it outside for now. Xiao Du, please go notify them!"
"Got it, Uncle Xu, Uncle Liu. I’ll head out first."
Watching A Cheng leave, Old Xu picked up one of the boxes of ammunition on the table and said to Lin Junfu, "These items are good, but we can’t use them recklessly. In these times, mishandling them could attract zombies, so their warning function outweighs their actual use."
Old Lin nodded: "True, though having them is better than not. While they’re not much use against zombies, they can certainly deter survivors with malicious intentions."
"These things won’t do us much good either; I think we should return them to Liu Fugui later to ease relations." Old Xu placed the hand-held radio they retrieved from Lu Gang’s car on the table. Lin Junfu picked it up, examined it for a moment, and considered: "Let’s see how things go. If he doesn’t mention it, we’ll keep it running for now, and don’t change the frequency."
"You’re suggesting we monitor this hand-held radio?"
"Yes, maybe we’ll get lucky and find something unexpected."
Old Xu did not hold any hope for this, as he believed that knowing Liu Fugui’s cunning nature, it’s unlikely he would leave something so important in the car, and hasn’t even come to retrieve it.
So if the aforementioned scenario unfolded, there were only two possibilities.
One: he had ulterior motives, attempting to exploit people’s curiosity, tricking them into making erroneous decisions based on false information from the radio.
Two: there was nothing to hide in the first place, so having the radio made no difference to him.
However, there was no harm in keeping the hand-held radio around, as it could still serve as a communication tool if needed. Why not?
"Alright, let’s contact Old Zhao and the others quickly; we need to brief them on the situation."
Constant heavy snowfall left Wang Qiang agitated and downcast all day long.
Thankfully, Tang Xiaoquan kept teasing him now and then; otherwise, if he continued to stare blankly out the window, he would inevitably suffer from some mental ailment.
With the house renovation almost complete, Old Zhao enjoyed a leisurely day, sitting cross-legged on the bed in meditation, but as time went on, he too grew bored.
Especially with Wang Qiang’s mood affecting the entire room’s atmosphere, making it feel lifeless.
Some ten minutes ago, seeing the sky darken, Old Zhao simply headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner for everyone, with the saying, "If your hands are equipped with grains, your heart need not panic." Guarding the half sack of rice and canned food in the house, Old Zhao decided to prepare a feast for Tang and King Tang.
In such cold weather, having a steaming pot was an absolute delight, and Old Zhao was preparing a spicy, delicious beef hotpot.
After carefully arranging various spices on the table, all that remained was to pour the canned beef into boiling water.
"Quan Zi, take out two cans of sauced beef from the backpack, and bring a pack of sweet potato noodles we got the day before yesterday."
Tang Xiaoquan, idly resting his head, immediately responded to Old Zhao’s call from the inner room: "Sure thing, Uncle Cao!"
Finding the necessary ingredients from the backpack, Tang Xiaoquan cheerfully ran to the kitchen, placed the items on the counter, and grinned, "Uncle Zhao, what’s on the menu?"
Zhao Yunhai turned slightly, extending an arm to block Tang Xiaoquan’s view: "Haha, it’s a secret of heaven, not to be revealed."
Watching Old Zhao’s mystical manner, Tang Xiaoquan clasped his hands and said, "Everything Mr. Desires is on the counter. So as not to disturb your work, I shall take my leave..."
"Clang, clang, clang..." singing in a Beijing accent, Tang Xiaoquan theatrically left the room, returning to the living room to find Wang Qiang still seated at the window, staring outside. He shook his head helplessly and, intentionally cleared his throat to begin singing, "Yesterday’s like the running water, leaving me, never to return; today disrupted my heart, full of worries. Drawing the sword severs the water, but it flows even more; raising the cup to dispel sorrow, but it brings more; tomorrow’s gentle breeze will float all around." Singing as he wandered around the front hall, the latter, already irritated, grew even more restless.
Wang Qiang waved a large hand, shouting angrily, "Can you damn shut up and give me some peace? Just with that rough voice not even in tune, are you wailing like a ghost for? Do you think you’re getting itchy since we haven’t seen any zombies lately and want to attract some to entertain yourself?" (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your vote of recommendation or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)