Jiu Song Port?
Qin Shi's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. The place was in Old Factory Street.
During the great development of Dangyang's eastern suburbs, an inland shipping port had been built along the E River early on to speed up construction and ensure the supply of materials.
They had first laid the railway, then built the port beside the train station, allowing water and land transport to connect and forming a transfer hub.
It had been named "Jiu Song Port" because nine ancient pine trees, each a thousand years old, grew along the riverbank.
In a way, Jiu Song Port was the best symbol of Old Factory Street's former glory.
It had risen and prospered alongside Dangyang's eastern suburbs.
And declined and fallen along with them.
Qin Lihao had actually left the goods there instead of sending them straight to the Metropolitan Area's logistics warehouse?
That was unusual.
"Making such a huge commotion? Setting fires and causing explosions? He's got some nerve."
Lin Yunqing was surprisingly calm this time. She crossed one leg over the other, her toes hooked into a slipper.
"Won't your Inspection Department have to work overtime again? If anyone was hurt, it'd count as a serious incident, and you'd have to issue a public notice."
Chen Yun shook her head, set down her phone, and laughed.
"Qin Lihao didn't file a report. Our colleagues from the inspection team went to the docks for routine inquiries, but were turned away. They claimed an employee had caused the fire through improper operation. We also confirmed no one was injured, so we didn't get involved."
Lin Yunqing looked surprised.
"The Qin family's keeping quiet? Their younger son gets kidnapped, their warehouse goods get burned, and they still refuse to open their mouths?"
Although Hengzhou's electronic lockdown level was high,