Rebirth in 1980, the rise of the golden age

Chapter 215: Touching the Door

Wang Qiang chose to report the case.

The police also rushed to the warehouse shortly afterwards. Seeing the threatening words on the gate, they kept asking Wang Qiang if he had offended anyone.

Wang Qiang and his companions had only been here for a short time, and their contact with living people was limited, let alone offending anyone.

Without a clear suspect, the police could only record it first, and then told Wang Qiang to be careful recently and report to the police immediately if there was anything unusual.

But to Wang Qiang, these words sounded like nonsense.

If something really happened, it would be too late to report it now.

However, the reason why Wang Qiang reported the case was to file a case with the police so that if something really happened in the future, they would have a case to prove their case.

After the police left, the people who went to buy paint also came back.

Wang Qiang directed several people to repaint the gate red, and wrote two big Chinese characters "Fu" on the gate with gold paint, covering all the threatening words.

But the pungent smell of paint kept reminding Wang Qiang that this matter was not over yet.

You are not allowed to sell bread. Get out of Hongwei County.

It seems that this matter is related to their sale of bread in Hongwei County.

Wang Qiang thought about it, trying to find some possibilities.

Didi...

The delivery truck honked its horn, and the laborers at the warehouse heard the sound and all came to the door, ready to start unloading.

The truck driver jumped out of the cab and said with a grin, "Why did you repaint it? The red one is brighter than the black one."

The laborers around looked at the driver, then at Wang Qiang. No one spoke. They climbed into the truck bed in silence and started unloading the goods.

"Why is everything so weird today?" Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the driver found a cool place to stay.

The salesmen took out their respective lists of goods and began to prepare the stock. They would then go with the tricycle to distribute the goods.

After thinking about it, Wang Qiang felt that this matter must be related to bread, so he immediately decided to go to the supply and marketing cooperative and ask on the streets.

After the goods on the truck were packed, Wang Qiang found a tricycle and called the salesperson who was following the order: "Give me the order list. I'll deliver this shipment."

"Brother Qiang, I'll go with you."

"No need, you stay here and look after the warehouse." After taking the manifest, Wang Qiang helped push the tricycle from behind and left the warehouse.

After arriving at the supply and marketing cooperative, Wang Qiang began to move goods into the cooperative according to the quantity on the manifest.

Wang Qiang neatly stacked bags of Chunfeng bread on the shelves.

"Why does it smell moldy?" At first Wang Qiang thought there was something wrong with the bread at home, but after checking carefully, there was nothing wrong.

Following the musty smell, Wang Qiang soon noticed a cardboard box on the same shelf.

Wang Qiang flipped it open and found that the cardboard box also contained bread. It was not individually packaged, but square and large. The surface was a layer of dark red baked. It felt dry before it was even put into the mouth.

In the cracks of the bread, there are many mold threads visible to the naked eye.

The musty smell comes from here.

"Isn't it already broken?" Wang Qiang shouted softly.

Although the sound was not loud, it attracted the attention of the salesperson next to him. Then the man walked over and checked the box of bread.

"It really has grown mold. This bread is not durable. It will grow mold if it is not sold for a few days." The salesperson checked it and then took the box away.

"The bread from your factory is still the best. Not only is it delicious, it has a long shelf life and is clean and hygienic. Ever since we started selling your factory's bread, this old-fashioned big bread has been unsold. No one buys it."

The salesperson's unintentional words startled Wang Qiang, and he immediately thought of the incident where paint was thrown on the warehouse door.

"Do you know which factory produces this kind of big bread?" Wang Qiang asked casually.

"It's the Wheatfield Bakery in the county. When it first opened, it sold quite well. The price was cheap and the quantity was large. Now it's not doing well. It may take several days to sell a box of goods. Look, another box has gone bad."

The salesperson picked up the cardboard box and prepared to put it into the small warehouse at the back.

"Put your bread on the empty space, or it will look ugly if it's empty."

"Okay." Wang Qiang responded.

He was already 8% sure that the person who wrote threatening words on the door of their warehouse was from the Wheatfield Bakery.

The so-called peers are enemies.

What's more, the deployment of our side has been very obvious, causing great impact on the other side.

By the time the salesperson came out of the warehouse, Wang Qiang had almost finished setting up the shelves.

"This is almost done. Take a look and sign if there is no problem." Wang Qiang took out the receipt and handed it to the other party.

The salesperson checked the quantity and then signed for Wang Qiang.

"Oh, by the way, do you know where the Wheat Field Bakery is?" Wang Qiang asked.

"I heard it's somewhere over there, but I don't know the exact location. Why are you asking?"

"Are we all in the same business? I'll visit you when I have time, and maybe we can talk about cooperation." Wang Qiang smiled and said something nonsense.

"You are a big manufacturer, and they are just small workshops in front of you. I don't believe there is any point in cooperating with them." The salesperson chuckled.

After Wang Qiang left the supply and marketing cooperative, he asked a tricycle driver to take him to the county's No. 1 primary school.

Because he didn't know the exact location, Wang Qiang could only ask passers-by and search slowly when he arrived here.

When Wang Qiang asked the seventh person, he finally found someone who knew the location of the Wheat Field Bakery.

With the man's guidance, Wang Qiang finally found the place.

It is called a bakery, but it is actually a large residential compound.

The courtyard gate was wide open, and inside were three rows of houses arranged in the shape of a gate. The air was filled with the aroma of baking bread.

The sign "Wheatfield Bakery" hanging on the wall confirmed to Wang Qiang that he had come to the right place.

“It’s really a small workshop.”

The door was open, and Wang Qiang walked straight in, looking around at the situation in the yard.

The two rows of houses on the left and right have been converted into production workshops. The windows are open and voices can be heard from inside from time to time.

Wang Qiang leaned against the window and looked inside. There were quite a few people in the room, at least twenty or so. They were all wearing white aprons and chef hats. They were obviously bakers.

The door of the main house was pushed open and a figure walked out, just in time to see Wang Qiang leaning against the window and looking inside.

"What are you doing!"

Liu Daqing, who came out to use the toilet, shouted to Wang Qiang who was not far away.

"I'm buying bread." Wang Qiang turned his head and said with a smile.