Reborn into a Farming Family: My 18 Virtuous Wife is a Hero

Parked outside the warning barrier was a luxury car called "Rainbow," which had just been imported from the United States and cost 300,000 yuan. In today's world, only truly wealthy and influential people can afford a car worth 300,000 yuan, which is enough to show that the person in the warehouse must be of extraordinary status and identity.

Just as I was wondering whether to leave or follow my curiosity and go inside to take a look, a medium-sized truck slowly drove up, covered with the latest and most popular ice cream advertisements.

There was no time to leave now. Seeing the truck getting closer and closer, Su Mu had no choice but to walk into the warehouse through a side path.

"Li Sang, it's definitely the most pleasant thing to do business with you. You're the best Chinese person I've ever met." As soon as he entered the warehouse, he heard a strange, off-key voice. Su Mu hid in the warehouse's workroom, held his breath, and pricked up his ears to listen.

The man called Li-san burst into laughter and said, "Haha, Mr. Yamamoto is too kind."

Mr. Yamamoto?! So he's Japanese. No wonder his accent is so strange.

“Li Sang, you Chinese have a idiom, ‘a gentleman of modesty,’ which I think describes someone like you, haha…”

Before Li-san could speak, the sound of a car engine came from behind him. He then said, "The car is here, Li-san. I won't get involved in the rest. Kimura-kun will handle the negotiations with you. I have other important matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. I'm really sorry..."

Li Sang nodded, then feigned displeasure and said, "Oh! What's the big deal? Mr. Yamamoto, if you have something to do, please go ahead. I'm sure Kimura-kun and I will handle the rest."

He extended his hand and smiled, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you!"

Yamamoto smiled and said, "It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

Just as Yamamoto turned and walked out of the warehouse, Su Mu slowly peeked out. He saw a man of about thirty years old standing in the open space of the warehouse. He was wearing a black suit, his hair was neatly combed back and shiny because he had used hairspray. He was neither ugly nor handsome, the kind of person you could find anywhere on the street. At this moment, he was looking at Yamamoto's back, a hint of darkness flashing in his smiling eyes.

Yamamoto was over fifty years old. He was short and even a bit stout. He had a small mustache on his philtrum. His eyes were small but bright and piercing, and they contained a sinister aura that was not common among ordinary people.

It seems that the two, who appear to be in harmony, are actually harboring their own ulterior motives.

Not long after Yamamoto left, a group of tall men walked in. They were all expressionless and had an unusual aura. The leader was a young man in his twenties. Unlike most Japanese people, he had an extraordinary face, one could say handsome. He would have been even more perfect if he hadn't spoken.

"Mr. Li, hello! Where are those things?"

Li Sang turned her head and winked at the bodyguard beside her. The bodyguard immediately understood, walked to a spot not far to Li Sang's left, squatted down, and slowly felt around with his hands.

"Crack crack crack..." He slowly pushed aside a metal plate covering the ground, revealing a layer of black plastic underneath, which he then tore open with one hand.

Su Mu was stunned, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the "thing" exposed in front of everyone.

华夏新5。8毫米自动步枪、俄国94式5。45毫米突击步枪、德国刚列装的22狙击步枪…………还有许多苏牧从未见过的枪支，不难猜出这些都是各国的新型战斗枪械。

In his previous life, Xu Yafei had many hobbies, one of which was gun collecting. He collected models of firearms from all over the world, and a few of them were real guns, so it was not surprising that Su Mu knew the names of these guns.