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Chapter 389 Where does this diesel come from?

"Dad, when I went to the second fuel station to buy diesel, the salesperson Yang Laowu once asked me if I would buy high-priced oil, but I didn't buy it," Xue Ming said.

"Why are you buying diesel? Doesn't the Mijia courtyard have electric lights?" Zhao Qinghong suddenly froze after speaking, and gradually the look on her face became more and more serious.

These days, apart from buying the Little Red Book without a ticket, buying other things basically requires a corresponding ticket. High-priced goods is a more implicit term, and the correct term is illegal goods.

For example, a family saved fifty kilograms of grain through frugality. In order to raise money to buy a hot kettle, he would go to the black market and sell grain at a high price. He didn't need food stamps but only needed money.

When people go to a department store to buy rice, they need two cents plus two kilograms of food stamps. He doesn't want food stamps and just sells it for 40 cents. This is high-priced food, or food that comes from improper sources.

Of course, the high-priced diesel had an evil origin. Seeing that his father-in-law was thinking hard, Xue Ming made it clear.

"I suspect that the high price of diesel is caused by transporters or people in charge of diesel production in factories. They use their positions to steal oil, and then work with salespersons at fuel plants to sell high-priced oil, and they divide the money they earn."

Zhao Qinghong stood up, "You're right, it's very likely that's the case, that's it."

Xue Ming continued, "We can use Yang Laowu as a breakthrough to establish his guilt first, and ask him to name the person who provided him with high-priced oil."

"What a great idea. How did you come up with such a great idea?" Zhao Qinghong rubbed her hands together excitedly and stared at her treasured son-in-law with incredible eyes.

Xue Ming smiled and said nothing. If forward reasoning doesn't work, just reverse reasoning. As long as it's logical.

Once he met Gao Yunfei when he went to the second fuel yard to buy coal. Then Yang Laowu recommended high-priced oil to him. Then he saw the mark of the transportation department in the cap of the high-priced oil can.

At that time, he suspected Gao Yunfei of stealing oil from the transportation department and collaborating with Yang Laowu to sell the stolen goods. However, he had not yet fallen out with Gao Yunfei, so he closed his eyes and pretended not to know.

Now as long as Yang Laowu confesses Gao Yunfei, he can be arrested, and as long as Gao Yunfei supports the law, the lives of Xue Ming's relatives will not be threatened.

Weng and son-in-law stared at each other for a long time. After a long time, Zhao Qinghong lit a cigarette and said, "Why don't you resign from the transportation department and come over to help me, and work hard to succeed me for more than ten years."

"Let's discuss a plan of action." Xue Ming is not in the mood to be a police officer. It's not that the profession is not good but that he is not interested.

"Think clearly, the Transportation Department is just a public institution, and the Public Security Bureau is a state agency." Zhao Qinghong said.

Xue Ming shook his head again. Weng and his son-in-law discussed and quickly formulated an action plan, staying up until two in the morning before going to bed.

The next morning, Weng and his son-in-law were preparing to go to the Public Security Bureau. Xue Ming told his wife, mother and sister not to go to work yet.

"Husband, what happened? Why don't you let us go to work?" Zhao Xue asked in a low voice.

"Don't ask so many questions, just be obedient." Xue Ming whispered softly and touched his wife's head.

Such an intimate interaction made a group of old guys very embarrassed, and Zhao Xue was a little shy.

Zhao Qinghong rolled her eyes and said, "This kid should stop being a police officer. He is not stable at all."

Weng and son-in-law left home and came to the Public Security Bureau. Zhao Qinghong immediately held a meeting to formulate an investigation plan. After the meeting, he threw a green military coat to Xue Ming.

Four three-wheeled motorcycles left the Public Security Bureau and went straight to the second fuel yard. Zhao Qinghong drove one in front and Xue Ming sat in the seat on the right.

The so-called three-wheeled motorcycle is an ordinary two-wheeled motorcycle with a seat on the right side. Xue Ming felt that he had a machine gun in his hand.

This kind of motorcycle often appears in anti-Japanese dramas on film and television. One Japanese soldier is responsible for driving, and the other Japanese soldier sits on the right and mounts a machine gun. If there is any trouble, he will come over.

He was really handsome, and he was really cold. Xue Ming wrapped himself in a cotton coat and shrank his neck.

Zhao Qinghong had a headache. Her son-in-law was good at everything, but he just didn't want to suffer hardship. He couldn't be a police officer with this kind of personality.

Half an hour later, four motorcycles arrived near the second fuel yard. Zhao Qinghong led the team and put the motorcycles into an alley.

Two colleagues were left to guard the vehicle, and three more people were left on standby at the entrance of the fuel yard. Xue Ming walked into the fuel yard with his father-in-law and police officer Wang Lintao.

The three of them were all wearing green coats. Wang Lintao and Zhao Qinghong were carrying oil cans in their hands. As soon as Xue Ming entered the fuel area, he saw Yang Laowu who was busy.

"Brother Xue, wait a minute." Yang Laowu raised his head to say hello to Xue Ming, then turned around and continued to entertain a customer buying diesel.

Five minutes later, Yang Laowu came over to receive Xue Ming. He looked at Zhao and Wang and felt a little strange.

"This is my uncle and my cousin. I want to buy two jugs of good oil." Xue Ming pulled him aside and whispered.

"Brother, let me go to the dormitory to drink a cup of hot water first." Yang Laowu smiled and took Xue Ming's wrist and left the counter.

Xue Ming came to him every time he bought oil. The two of them had long been good friends and talked about everything. He was not wary of the people Xue Ming brought here.

The four of them came to the dormitory talking and laughing. Yang Laowu locked the door and got under the bed and took out a thirty-liter iron oil drum.

He patted the oil drum with a smile on his face, "It's a full thirty liters, as per the old rules, eighty cents a liter without a ticket."

"I want them all." Xue Ming took out his wallet and counted the money. Zhao Qinghong and Wang Lintao put the plastic oil bottles in their hands on the ground.

Yang Laowu smiled and put the twenty-four yuan in his pocket, and slowly poured the diesel oil from the iron oil pot into the plastic pot.

"Brother Five sells oil at a high price. Why do you only want money but no votes?" Xue Ming asked him with a smile.

"It's useless for me to ask for gas tickets. My family uses electric lights." Yang Laowu replied.

"This oil should not be in your fuel factory's accounts. Where did you get the good stuff?" Xue Ming asked again.

"Why are you asking so many questions? Brother Wu, I will never miss your favor." Yang Laowu was very happy after making money.

"I'm just curious. After all, diesel and kerosene are very difficult to deal with. Fifth brother, tell me. I promise not to tell anyone else." Xue Ming continued to talk.

"Brother, don't ask, I won't tell you that." Yang Laowu waved his hand and laughed.

The transaction was officially completed. Zhao Qinghong and Wang Lintao slowly unbuttoned their cotton coats to reveal the police uniforms underneath.

Zhao Qinghong took out her work permit from her pocket and placed it in front of Yang Laowu. "Comrade Yang Wuqing, you'd better tell me where the illegal diesel comes from."

Wang Lintao turned around and opened the door. Three police officers in military coats rushed into the dormitory and controlled Yang Wuqing. A bright silver bracelet was placed on his wrist.

Yang Laowu's real name was Yang Wuqing. At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole person was tightly controlled by four police officers.

"Xue Ming, are you harming me?" Yang Wuqing gritted his teeth and stared at Xue Ming.

"Fifth brother, you are wrong. In fact, I am here to save you. You should tell us where the illegal diesel comes from." Xue Ming shook his head and said with a smile.

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