He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Zhang Beixing sighed softly, his gaze falling on the workshop where the workers were gathered below the stage.

Some Chinese businessmen have never had a good reputation in African countries, largely due to the presence of managers like Secretary Lin.

In the eyes of many African workers, Chinese bosses are vampires who treat human life as worthless and never care about their wishes.

At this moment, Secretary Lin's actions completely tore away the pretense, blatantly revealing his differential treatment of the workers.

Upon hearing Secretary Lin's announcement that only the Chinese management team could be evacuated in the first batch, while the rest would have to wait to die, the African workers immediately became agitated. Incredulous expressions filled their faces as they waved their arms vigorously to express their discontent.

Secretary Lin remained basking in the glory of his "great achievements" in treating workers differently, ignoring their complaints and anger. Clearly, he was used to this domineering attitude.

"Come on, everyone! Chinese workers, stand over here! African workers, go over there! Don't stand around randomly! Everyone, follow the company's instructions!"

A black security guard with an arm blocked Secretary Lin's path, pleading with her eyes wide:

"Please, boss, you can't treat us like this."

Old Lin waved his hand dismissively, putting on a perfunctory, earnest expression:
"Harry, keep order. I've always treated you well."

After saying that, Lao Lin seemed completely unaware of the danger posed by the weapon in front of him. He pushed the security guard aside and continued to direct the troops forward.

Oh no!

The security guard was filled with grief and indignation. He threw off his hat and unconsciously tightened his grip on the gun.

But human habits are incredibly dangerous. A moment of murderous intent crossed his mind, but the security guard, accustomed to being ordered around by his boss, sighed deeply as he watched Secretary Lin's retreating figure, ultimately not daring to actually commit the act of insubordination.

Zhang Beixing, who had been watching the changing expressions of the people in the workshop closely, exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly released the silver scalpel from his sleeve.

……

Zhang Beixing was certainly not a bloodthirsty man who enjoyed indiscriminately killing innocent people.

However, if a bloody conflict were to break out in the workshop, the number of dead and injured would be unimaginable, and the entire factory would be thrown into complete chaos.

The choice between killing one person to save a hundred is a question with only one answer.

Fortunately, the security guard named Harry wasn't cowardly enough to kill someone out of spite and didn't actually dare to shoot Secretary Lin. Zhang Beixing didn't need to play the villain.

As Zhang Beixing breathed a sigh of relief, he caught a glimpse of Lao He on the other side of the platform, who also looked wary.

Their eyes met, and they nodded slowly in unison.

Secretary Lin was completely unaware of the danger behind him and kept shouting and urging them on:
"Hurry up! What are you daydreaming about?"

"Come on, come over there!"

A Chinese worker nodded and quickly led a Black woman toward them, but Secretary Lin stopped him with lightning speed.

What's wrong with you?

The worker quickly argued, "This is my wife. She's about to give birth, and I have to take her with me."

"Alright, alright, let's go."

Secretary Lin waved his hand impatiently, but did not deliberately make things difficult for the Chinese workers. He was quite reasonable with them and did not go all the way to being the villain.

"Are there any Chinese left? Come this way!"

"Fellow Africans, come over here! Quick, get moving!"

As workshop staff were separated, the workers' discontent intensified.

The emotions were particularly intense among the African workers. Some shouted angry protests, some tried to bribe officials, while most could only weep helplessly.

It can be said to encompass all aspects of life.

Zhuo Yi, who had been silently observing everything from the high platform, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Clang clang clang!"

Zhuo Yi suddenly raised his hand and slammed it against the iron railing, producing a dull metallic clang.

"Everyone, quiet down! Listen to me!"

In an instant, all the noise vanished. Everyone in the workshop looked up at the same time, their eyes, each with a different expression, fixed on Zhuo Yi.

Zhuo Yi took a deep breath, pointed his finger at Secretary Lin's nose, and cursed:
"Let me tell you, Lao Lin, they're all my employees, black or Chinese, I'm taking them all with me!"

After a brief pause, Zhuo Shao shouted loudly to the workers:
"Don't worry, everyone! I'll take you all with me tomorrow; I won't abandon any of you!"

Upon hearing Zhuo Shao's words, the workers, who had thought they had been abandoned, immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers and embraced each other, weeping.

Upon hearing Zhuo Shao's willful remarks, Secretary Lin frowned deeply and rushed up to the platform, her face filled with anxiety.
"Young Master, are you crazy?! So many people, and only one plane, how are you going to take them all with you?"

"I don't care." Zhuo Yi turned his face away and said willfully, "I'll figure out a way."

Secretary Lin looked helpless, spread his hands, and said speechlessly, "How am I supposed to bring this?"

"I can tolerate your usual willfulness, but what can I do now that things have come to this?"

Zhuo Yi was speechless, unsure how to respond.

He knew Old Lin was right; one plane simply couldn't carry so many people. Talking about taking them all was pure nonsense, utterly useless, and a pipe dream.

However, he just felt that doing so was wrong.

But... there's really nothing I can do!

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yi slammed his fist hard against the railing again. At this moment, he deeply hated his own powerlessness.

After finishing his sentence, Lao Lin turned and left. Regardless of what Zhuo Shao had just said, he continued to arrange for the evacuation of personnel.

Secretary Lin gestured with his hands while shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Draw a line down the middle! I need to see a clear dividing line!"

"Get away! Don't touch me!"

Finally, one of the workers couldn't take it anymore, shoved Old Lin aside, threw his work hat on the ground, and stomped on it twice. If someone hadn't intervened, they probably would have beaten Old Lin up on the spot.

The situation in the workshop was escalating and on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Zhuo Yi's brow twitched, and he subconsciously turned to look at Zhang Beixing. At the same time, Lao He, who was standing on the high platform waiting for an opportunity, suddenly tightened his grip on the railing.

This is a stark test of humanity. Many people are exposed for their true colors in this test, constantly teetering on the brink of collapse.

It was no one's wish for this to escalate into a civil war. Standing to the side, Zhang Ying couldn't help but pull hard on Zhang Beixing's clothes, gripping them tightly.

"elder brother……"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhang Beixing offered a soft reassurance, sighed, and his eyes flickered thoughtfully.

He slowly raised his hand, a Glock pistol slid out of his sleeve, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

--boom!

The sudden gunshots echoed throughout the entire workshop.

Gunshots echoed mournfully through the vast workshop. All the arguing and commotion ceased instantly.

They all looked up at the same time, their eyes falling on Zhang Beixing.

The scene was completely silent.

Zhang Beixing cleared his throat, his mind racing with thoughts.

Since the old man's mercenaries had already completed the ambush and encirclement around the factory, with at least a hundred soldiers and a full range of weapons and equipment such as pistols, rifles, rocket launchers, and even M9 main battle tanks, they surrounded the factory like an iron barrel.

At this moment, the factory is like a lamb to the slaughter.

Even if the evacuation helicopters arrive as scheduled tomorrow, their dream of leaving safely is absolutely wishful thinking.

Although Zhang Beixing has never met his father before, he has a deep impression of him.

Ruthless, arrogant, and determined to achieve their goals, they enjoy manipulating everything.

Such a mercenary leader would never stand idly by and let the helicopter leave safely.

In any case, a major war is inevitable.

Since that's the case, might as well get it over with quickly rather than suffer for a long time. Why not eliminate all the dangers and risks before the helicopter arrives tomorrow?
This method seems reckless, akin to seeking death. But if the person performing it is Zhang Beixing, then it will no longer be a pipe dream.

With the right timing, location, and people, this will be a face-to-face contest.

It's settled then!
This is currently the only, yet simplest and most effective, method.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Beixing no longer hesitated.

Looking at the workers below the stage, who were exchanging bewildered glances, Zhang Beixing suddenly raised his voice and shouted:

"The plane is here to pick everyone up! No one has the right to decide who stays and who leaves! Men, come with me tomorrow! Women and children, board the plane!"

The people of Montenegro are truly a people full of wonderful qualities. No matter what circumstances they are in, they always seem to maintain the most radiant spirit.

Even if they were fiercely clashing and on edge just moments before vying for the right to board the plane for evacuation, the problem was not truly resolved. In the blink of an eye, they could disregard life and death. As night fell, those brothers danced and sang around the campfire, their laughter echoing around the square, the firelight illuminating their dark faces.

A bonfire blazed in the open square, songs filled the air, and the aroma of beer and barbecue lingered in everyone's nostrils.

The massive steel tanks storing chemicals cast shadows. At the edge of this shadow on the platform, Zhang Beixing and veteran Zhang Yingying leaned side-by-side against the railing, quietly watching the jubilant crowd below. The bustling square contrasted sharply with the desolate platform.

The two men leaned against the railing, their pupils reflecting the flickering flames. Looking at the dancing Black men below, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but smile and say, "These people weren't even sure if they'd survive tomorrow an hour ago, and now they're this happy. It's truly admirable."

Zhang Yingying, however, was already used to it. Her tone was tinged with emotion: "These brothers are just like that by nature. Whether it's war or poverty, no matter what kind of hardship they face, as long as you give them a fire and a pot of wine, they can do this, 'kakakaka'..."

As he spoke, a lively smile appeared on the stern-faced veteran's dark and weathered face, and his body swayed a few times to the rhythm.

“Tria is a place with delicious food, beautiful scenery, and pretty girls,” Zhang Yingying said with a meaningful smile. “It would be perfect if there were no war.”

Zhang Beixing understood that the "girl" Old Zhang was referring to was Rachel, but he had no intention of thinking that way at all. Having An Ran was already a headache enough; he was never the type to think with his lower body. Wasn't he already tired of trouble? Wouldn't it be better to spend his time reading? Why make things difficult for himself?

"Comrade squad leader, don't try to play matchmaker for me. I already have a boyfriend."

"Haha, alright, alright, let's not talk about you young people's business anymore, I won't worry about it."

The two exchanged a smile and simultaneously raised their glasses for a hearty drink.

Rachel, who was sitting on the other side of the platform drinking beer, tilted her head back and chugged a can. Suddenly, she looked up and glanced in Zhang Beixing's direction. As if possessed, she took out her phone, zoomed in, focused, and pressed the shutter.

The moment Zhang Beixing raised his glass to drink was captured on his phone, kept in his photo album, and etched into Rachel's heart.

The theme of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress may be old-fashioned, but everyone enjoys it and it always works. Whether intentional or unintentional, the effect is surprisingly good. Along the way, Zhang Beixing's extraordinary bravery and endless amazing abilities have been deeply etched into Rachel's mind, and she can't shake them off.

……

Setting down his glass, Zhang Yingying turned his head slightly. The alcohol did not numb his senses; instead, it made him even more clear-headed, and his expression became cold and stern.

"Are you telling the truth? Are there really thugs attacking the factory tonight?"

Zhang Beixing nodded silently, not directly answering the inevitable question, but instead asking, "Comrade Zhang, has everything you were asked to prepare been arranged?"

Seeing Zhang Beixing nod, looking confident, Old Zhang stopped asking questions and truthfully said, "The security guards with guns are all ready. Although they can't compare to regular soldiers, I trained them all myself, so they won't let us down in a real fight."

Zhang Beixing gave a soft "hmm," his gaze slowly shifting from the crowd in the square. His ears twitched slightly, then he looked up at the unfathomably dark night sky. He casually continued, "Once the gunshots ring out, can you guarantee everyone below will safely evacuate to their designated positions?"

Seeing Zhang Beixing staring at the night sky as if searching for something, Old Zhang couldn't help but crane his neck to look up as well, but found nothing unusual.

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything perfectly. If anyone attacks the factory tonight, this factory network will catch them all," Old Zhang said confidently with a smile. Seeing Zhang Beixing still gazing at the sky, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Comrade Zhang Beixing, what are you looking for?"

Old Zhang chuckled and joked, "You don't actually know how to observe the night sky, do you?"

Zhang Beixing's eyes narrowed slightly, then he slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at Old Zhang and gently shook his head. At the same time, he lowered his voice, his lips moved, and he uttered three words: "Unmanned Aerial Vehicle".

Old Zhang's body jolted, startled. He instinctively wanted to look up, but Zhang Beixing stopped him with a nonchalant glance. Old Zhang nodded knowingly, but his heart was in turmoil.

There were no stars or moon in the night sky, and almost no light could be seen. How did Zhang Beixing discover this? No, that's not important. What's important is... whose drone is this? Could Zhang Beixing have been right all along? Someone really is going to attack the factory!

Meanwhile, a silent drone hovering in the night sky is transmitting everything happening in the factory area in real time to a distant location via a high-definition camera.

In the woods surrounding the factory, inside a camouflaged field command vehicle, Old Cat stood with his arms crossed behind Cockroach, who was wearing headphones and controlling a drone, enjoying the bonfire party. (End of Chapter)