After leaving the Rolling Mill, Xushu originally intended to return straight to Xu Village to inform Xu Haitao and the others about the job positions. Once he brought them to the Rolling Mill, he would have the three of them help him find a place to store his supplies.
However, upon reflection, Xushu realized he had been in Sijiu City for nearly two years, spending his days wandering around and rushing from place to place. Even so, he wouldn't dare claim to have a thorough grasp of the city’s basic landscape, let alone those who had barely visited. Furthermore, he didn't intend to ask Yang Wen for help with this matter. Although their collaboration was going well and Yang Wen was undoubtedly capable, it was merely a case of mutual convenience; Xushu did not yet fully trust him. Therefore, he decided to handle the Rolling Mill's affairs himself.
With his mind made up, he rode his bicycle toward the urban-rural fringe of Sijiu City. After all, the supplies he was providing to the Rolling Mill amounted to hundreds of tons—it wasn't like the Black Market, where any old, dilapidated courtyard would do. He worried that storing such a massive quantity of grain within the city, where eyes were everywhere, might invite trouble. The urban-rural fringe, being relatively close to the Rolling Mill, seemed ideal, as it would reduce the risks of transportation.
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