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Qiao Lanshu was in a hurry to buy fried dough twists, so she and Wang Xue went to the place where they had previously sold them.

Sure enough, the woman was still there.

It seems she's been selling them for quite a while.

She recognized Qiao Lanshu and Wang Xue immediately, and upon seeing them, she greeted them warmly, "Oh, it's you two again! Want to buy some fried dough twists again?"

Qiao Lanshu nodded: "Yes, I'm going to buy more today."

The woman said with some pride, "How about it? My family's fried dough twists are delicious, aren't they? Let me tell you, the taste of our fried dough twists is absolutely amazing, almost the same as those produced in food factories."

Neither Wang Xue nor Qiao Lanshu refuted her statement.

Because it is indeed very similar to what is produced in food factories.

Qiao Lanshu asked her, "Big sister, how much do you have left? I bought a lot, do you have any left?"

The lady asked her, "Of course we have it! We have as much as you want. How many pounds do you want?"

Qiao Lanshu said, "I want five jin."

The woman's basket certainly didn't contain five jin (2.5 kg), so unlike last time, she took Qiao Lanshu and Wang Xue directly back to her own home to get the goods.

Compared to last time, this time the woman was not as wary.

After she knocked on the door, she went in with her basket. The door was only slightly ajar, not closed.

Qiao Lanshu stepped forward and glanced inside. The middle-aged man inside suddenly said fiercely, "What are you peeking at? Get out!"

As he spoke, he immediately closed the door.

The woman inside the house, while weighing the twisted dough sticks, scolded him, "Second son, why are you being so fierce? That's one of our regular customers; he's bought from us several times already. What if you scare him away?"

Because of the cold weather, Qiao Lanshu always wrapped half of her face with a scarf.

Wearing a hat, only her eyes were visible. She looked young and quite well-behaved.

But Lin Lao Er was involved in speculation and profiteering, so he was afraid of everyone, and everyone seemed like they were there to report him.

He said gruffly, "Whoever he is, we have to be careful. If we get reported, we're both finished."

Hearing this, the woman laughed and said, "Give me a break. A little girl like her, reporting someone? She probably doesn't have the guts."

As she spoke, she weighed out five jin of fried dough twists, took them outside and gave them to Qiao Lanshu. The two exchanged money for goods.

Qiao Lanshu took the twisted dough sticks and immediately pulled Wang Xue away.

Wang Xue even laughed at her, saying, "You came in such a hurry, and you're leaving in such a hurry too. Your man probably hasn't even gotten off work yet. You can't see him even if you're in a hurry."

At this moment, Qiao Lanshu was no longer in the mood to joke with Wang Xue.

Because she had just seen clearly that the several boxes piled up inside were the very boxes that had just been delivered from the food factory warehouse that afternoon!

She could clearly see the circles drawn with a black pen on the box.

She had some doubts before, worried that she might have wronged these people, since the food factory's boxes would be reused after the goods were delivered.

But now, she can say with absolute certainty that 99% of the twisted dough sticks in there came from their food factory.

Because the previous warehouse manager did not keep detailed records, the factory does not have a detailed record-keeping process for these procedures.

As long as there is an order from the sales department and a signature from a supervisor at the workshop level or above, you can pick up the goods from the warehouse.

It seems there are quite a few problems inside the food factory.

Thinking about this, Qiao Lanshu realized that she probably wouldn't be able to get ahead in this matter, so she decided to talk to the factory manager instead.

When Wang Xue reached the vicinity of the supply and marketing cooperative, she said goodbye to Qiao Lanshu.

Qiao Lanshu carried the fried dough twists, thinking that once Qin Yuanzheng returned, she would immediately tell him about it, and then they would go to find her cousin together.

This matter needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, lest the other party sells all the twists and turns, and then we won't be able to find the stolen goods.

Qiao Lanshu carried a basket of fried dough twists and walked to the entrance of the military compound. Then, by sheer bad luck, she saw Guan Wenjun again.

Qiao Lanshu: "..."

Why is Guan Wenjun so free?

Her husband, Zheng, is already incredibly busy, but he's been hanging around here every day, just to get revenge on her?

Guan Wenjun deliberately staked out this place.

The one squatting is Qiao Lanshu.

As the director of the provincial revolutionary committee, he was a figure of great renown, inspiring fear in all who heard of him. Who wouldn't be afraid of him?

As it turned out, he was completely fooled by this little girl.

How could he possibly swallow this insult?

He really went up against Qiao Lanshu; he refused to believe that he couldn't handle a little girl.

As soon as Guan Wenjun saw Qiao Lanshu pop up, he subconsciously lowered his head and checked his belt and zipper.

After confirming there were no problems, he rolled up his sleeves, pointed at Qiao Lanshu, and said, "You little short-legged devil, let's see how you run this time!"

He kept a wary eye on Qiao Lanshu and strode after her, afraid that the little short-legged girl would run away again.

As a result, when Qiao Lanshu saw him, she was not afraid, nor did she run away.

Her eyes lit up, and she happily greeted him, her dark, jade-like eyes blinking excitedly. "Director Guan! It's so wonderful to have you here!" she exclaimed.

Guan Wenjun: "..."

Guan Wenjun paused in his tracks when he saw her smiling, crescent-shaped eyes and the excited look on her face as if she had seen a savior.

His protective instincts surged instantly.

Guan Wenjun stood there with one hand in his pocket and the other hand smoothing his hair, looking quite dashing.

The cold wind was howling, and everyone was wrapped up tightly in their clothes.

He, on the other hand, left his black trench coat unbuttoned, just to look good, letting the hem flutter in the wind.

He gave a cold snort and said with utter arrogance, "Now you know how to beg for mercy? Let me tell you, it's too late!"

Qiao Lanshu didn't even watch him try to be cool. In her eyes, no matter how handsome these men were, none of them were as handsome as her Zheng Ge.

She walked up to Guan Wenjun, looked around, and seemed a little furtive.

Guan Wenjun almost thought she wanted to have an affair with him.

Then, Qiao Lanshu lowered his voice and said, "Director Guan, I want to report this! Someone stole at least 300 jin of fried dough twists from our food factory for profit, taking advantage of management loopholes! And they're selling them at the mobile market. Look, this is the stolen goods; I bought it for 5 mao a jin."

Guan Wenjun: "..."

Guan Wenjun stared at her face, unsure whether it was disappointment or something else, and said somewhat speechlessly, "You came so close just to tell me this?"

Qiao Lanshu looked at Guan Wenjun and said seriously, "Director Guan, this is a very serious matter. If you are not capable of handling it, then I will go to the police station."

Qiao Lanshu has finally figured out Guan Wenjun's personality.

Every word he said hit him right where it hurt.

Guan Wenjun immediately lost his temper, saying, "What do you mean I'm incapable of handling this? There's nothing in Longcheng that I can't handle!"

He took off his sunglasses and stuffed them into his pocket, then asked with a serious expression, "What's the address? I'll go take a look right now."