RBCT Chapter 81 Family Letters, Keepsakes, Flight Routes
Chapter 81 Family Letters, Keepsakes, Flight Routes
Sham Shui Po, Tung Chau Street.
The better-located area has street-front shops, small factories, and family workshops;
On the opposite side, the front half is a tenement building, and the back half, near the pier, is the temporary unloading area marked out by the Sham Shui Po Pier Management Office.
Looking around, all you see are warehouses with tin roofs and bamboo sheds in front and open-air storage yards with bamboo fences behind.
The warehouses are divided into three sections, A, B, and C, which vary in size.
Among them, the largest of the Fuk Yee Hing Fish Head Ming Occupy is in Zone A, which has 8 independent metal warehouses, each 1600 square feet, with an indoor area of 12800 square feet.
Behind the warehouse, the open storage area, separated by bamboo fences, is even larger, measuring approximately 20000 square feet.
Area B is the territory of Chao Yongyi Lanmingbiao, consisting of 6 slightly smaller metal warehouses than those in Area A, plus a storage yard behind them, covering a total area of approximately 20000 square feet.
The C area rented by Lin Yuanshan and Biandanwei is located at the very end of Tongzhou Street.
It consists of only four metal warehouses and an 8000-square-foot open-air storage yard. The total indoor and outdoor area is barely 13000 square feet, making it the smallest of the three warehouse areas.
However, Zone C also has its advantages, as it is closest to the pier.
Lin Yuanshan and his group always have a shorter route for loading and unloading goods compared to the other two families, which saves them a lot of manpower.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Biandanwei stepped forward to lead the way, guiding Lin Yuanshan into the tin warehouse for a visit.
Lin Yuanshan has been busy with the plastics factory lately, and this is actually his first time visiting the dock.
"Mr. Lin, these are all daily necessities. I had my brothers bring them here to make up the numbers..." Walking towards a pile of goods covered with tarpaulin, Biandanwei lifted a corner of the cloth to reveal the miscellaneous items piled underneath: "They're all worthless things, but since we've already planted our flag at the dock, I thought we should at least bring out something to make a show of it."
Otherwise, an empty warehouse looks bad and will easily become a laughing stock.
Setting down the corner of the cloth, Biandanwei winked at a thin man beside him: "Aqi, go and bring down a box of goods so Mr. Lin can take a look."
Ah Qi, nicknamed "Quick Foot," responded. He ran a few steps, climbed a bamboo ladder, and quickly reached the simple second floor separated by large bamboo poles.
The second floor of the metal warehouse was only 1.5 meters high.
As Ah Qi walked briskly with his toes down, wisps of dust fell from the thin bamboo mat that served as the floor on top of the large bamboo.
Seeing Lin Yuanshan look up, Tie Tou quickly protected him and took a few steps back.
If this dust settles on the neck, it will immediately cause redness and itching after sweating or sun exposure.
Fortunately, Ah Qi acted quickly.
Less than a minute after he went up, he slid down the bamboo ladder and took out a corrugated cardboard box that was three fingers wide and half a foot long from his pocket.
Lin Yuanshan took it and opened it. Inside were five transparent hard glass bottles, each separated by thin cardboard.
Lin Yuanshan took out one and examined it under the light, then asked in a low voice, "Original factory bottle, a box of ten, 50 units/bottle."
These local pharmacies are repackaging smuggled goods into boxes of five, which not only lack English instructions but also have much simpler packaging.
Most importantly, I heard from people that some unscrupulous pharmacies in Hong Kong know that they are buying this kind of medicine for smuggling, so they dilute it with glucose powder, which greatly reduces its effectiveness.
"Awei, this batch of goods shouldn't have this problem, right?"
Biandanwei patted his chest and replied in a deep voice, "Mr. Lin, rest assured, the freight I found is absolutely reliable."
I also had my prescriptions checked by a few licensed Western doctors in the Walled City; the medicines were reliable and wouldn't be used for any deception.
"That's good." Lin Yuanshan put the medicine back in the medicine box and handed it to Aqi. He then took out a pawn ticket from his wallet: "This ticket is from the family in Chao'an who pawned the second-tier knife."
You redeemed the pen; it was a keepsake.
I'll write a letter later. When you do, go to the address in the letter and find my dad.
Once he sees the pen and finishes reading the letter, he will find a way to arrange the next steps for you.
Biandanwei took the pawn ticket, quickly glanced at it, and when he saw the words "Five Hundred Yuan" on it, his expression was priceless.
Good heavens, the current gold price is 960 per tael.
Even if this pen were made of pure gold, it wouldn't be worth 500 yuan!
Note: Sima Liang = 37.429 grams
Then look at the line on the pawn ticket: "[Cash change available, flexible payment terms, redeemable at any time in the future!]"
For a moment, Biandanwei was unsure about the relationship between Lin Yuanshan and the pawnshop.
After carefully putting away the pawn ticket, he cautiously asked, "Mr. Lin, is this pawnshop... owned by locals? Or...?"
Lin Yuanshan glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Can someone who runs a pawnshop be a good person?"
"No!" Biandanwei shook his head repeatedly.
"Can a good person run a pawnshop?" Lin Yuanshan asked again.
Biandanwei understood somewhat: "A good person can't run a pawnshop. Only a bad person can do this kind of work."
"That settles it! What a coward, do you think he's one of us?" Lin Yuanshan sneered as he walked into the office that Biandanwei had simply partitioned off with wooden boards.
Tie Tou walked behind, angrily recounting to Biandanwei the origin of his nickname "Second-Layer Knife" and how Lin Yuanshan had initially come to Hu Chao'an's door to extort money to start his business.
Biandanwei suddenly realized and chuckled, "Got it! I'll take care of it myself."
"Damn it, they're just ripping off people from their own hometown? Hmph, I'll see if his knife is sharper, or my carrying pole is harder."
At this moment, Lin Yuanshan had already borrowed paper and pen from his advisor, Ming, and written a letter.
The letter reported that the person had arrived in Hong Kong safely and provided an overview of the recent situation.
Lin Yuanshan made it clear that his father's special status meant he hoped this Western medicine smuggling route would allow him to perform meritorious service for the collective and improve his living conditions, and so on...
In fact, this could only happen in Guangdong and Fujian provinces.
The reason is nothing more than the word "clan".
Given the Lin family's background, if you were placed in any other province, forget about turning your life around; you wouldn't even be able to budge an inch.
Only in Guangdong and Fujian, where clan power is deeply rooted.
That's how Lin Huaijin, carrying a manure scoop and under surveillance, managed to exhaust the connections of generations of his family to find a way to send Lin Yuanshan to Hong Kong.
At this moment, Lin Yuanshan sent Biandanwei with a pen and a letter to Lin Huaijin, intending to have Lin Huaijin ask the elders of the Lin family to make connections with Zhanglin Commune in the neighboring Dongli Town.
PS: Readers from other provinces may question this part of the story. Are you really that united over there?
Here is an example: after the Japanese surrendered.
Wasn't the Blue team in the lead at first?
At that time, a group of Red Army personnel were arrested and were to be shot at at Liushi Wharf in Dongli Town.
A group of elders from Nansha Village crossed the river to block the gun muzzle, but the other side secretly released them that night.
Whoever tipped them off asked the clan elders to intervene and join a certain Lin clan member from the Blue faction.
Getting back to the main point, Lin Yuanshan sealed the letter and handed it to Biandanwei.
He grabbed a piece of oilcloth, wrapped it up, and hid it close to his body.
Those escorting the ship on this voyage bear the heavy responsibility of pioneering a new route.
Biandanwei is prepared to personally take charge. Once the connection is successfully established and there are several trips, he will consider letting someone else take over.