Over 1,500 motorcycles. That sure was a lot. All lined up, they would take up nearly half a soccer field. Where to store them all for now?
Li Zhongnan was a bit stumped. He couldn't possibly store them at the Li Family Village cemetery like last time. After all, these weren't scraps. Doing so would likely raise some suspicions.
Tough luck, just get them out of here first.
He made a phone call. An hour later, a dozen large trucks rushed over and parked not too far away. Thirty sturdy young men followed a short, fat man over.
The fat man greeted him with a smile: "Zhongnan, you're getting better and better, even the traffic police team is offloading their junk to you. As the saying goes, the waves behind drive the waves in front. I, an old guy, can't keep up with you anymore."
