The three motorcycles that lizard had brought back had already been brought back to the hotel and were left in the backyard.
Lu Xin had initially planned to ride his own motorcycle over, but he couldn't ignore the fact that the two old motorcycles belonged to the owner. Thus, he rented a small truck next to the hotel for 20 Yuan and loaded the two old motorcycles into the container.
He sat in the car and followed them to Dacheng hotel.
When they arrived, they saw the row of large cargo trucks from afar.
The convoy from red leaf city had just finished dealing with the goods they had collected along the way. They were preparing to buy something in the central city to transport back.
Although they had experienced a lot of things along the way, and even lost more than 20 people, it seemed that nothing could change their plan. The most important thing was to deliver, sell, and buy again, and make profits.
"Ah, brother Lu ..."