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The next day, the sky was overcast.

A sudden cold snap swept through Beijing, and the gray sky hung low, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The former site of the Red Star Machinery Factory in the western suburbs.

The rusty iron gate was tightly closed, and the walls on both sides were covered with withered yellow ivy.

Several excavators were parked in the open space in front of the gate, their cab windows smashed, clearly a remnant left by the developer who had previously tried to enter the site.

"squeak"

The black Audi A6 rolled over the gravel road and came to a steady stop ten meters from the gate.

Chen Mo looked at the figures inside the gate, some squatting and some standing, carrying steel pipes and wrenches, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"Boss, are we really not bringing bodyguards? Mr. Feng said these guys are really capable of violence."

"Why bring bodyguards? To start a brawl?" Bai Jingyou pushed open the car door, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, making his trench coat flutter loudly. "We are civilized people, here to do business, not to film 'Young and Dangerous'."

Jiang Mengyao got out of the car. Today she was wearing a smart beige trench coat, her long hair was tied up, and she was carrying a black briefcase. Although her face was a little pale, her eyes were unusually firm.

"Are you scared?" Bai Jingyou turned his head to look at her.

"With you here, I'm not afraid," Jiang Mengyao said softly, her fingers gripping the briefcase turning slightly white.

As soon as the three of them reached the door, a piercing metallic clanging sound came from inside the iron gate.

"What are you doing? Are you blind? Didn't you see the 'No Entry' sign?"

A bald man walked over through the iron bars.

He wore a greasy military overcoat, and a scar on his left cheek stretched from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, writhing like a centipede as he spoke.

Zhao Biao. The current person in charge at the Hongxing factory.

He was originally the foreman of the workers here, so it was only natural that he became the leader of the workers after the boss ran away.

Behind him, dozens of men in tattered work clothes slowly gathered around, their eyes numb and fierce.

"I am Bai Jingyou, the new owner of this land." Bai Jingyou stood in front of the iron gate, his tone as calm as if he were saying, "I had soy milk for breakfast today." "Open the door, I want to inspect the goods."

"New master?" Zhao Biao spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, his eyes sweeping over Bai Jingyou with disdain. "Where did this brat come from? Does he even know who's protecting this place? The previous General Manager Zhang and General Manager Li had their legs broken. Do you want to keep your arms or your legs?"

Chen Mo stepped forward, attempting to reason with him: "Sir, we have already gone through the legal procedures..."

"Screw your paperwork!" Zhao Biao slammed his steel pipe against the iron gate with a deafening crash that made Chen Mo's ears ring. "I only care about money! This factory owes us three years' worth of wages and resettlement fees, a whopping 80 million yuan including interest! Not a penny less, not even the King of Heaven himself is getting in!"

Eighty million.

This is actually an imaginary number.

According to Feng Rui's information, the actual amount of unpaid wages is around 30 million yuan, and the rest is high-interest loans that Zhao Biao has accumulated over the years.

"Eighty million, right?" Bai Jingyou laughed.

He smiled broadly and even reached for a cigarette.

Zhao Biao was stunned for a moment.

Is this kid scared out of his wits?

"Chen Mo, open the trunk," Bai Jingyou ordered casually.

Chen Mo was taken aback, but out of absolute trust in his boss, he turned around, ran back to the car, and pressed the key.

The trunk slowly popped up.

Although it wasn't as exaggerated as filling the entire trunk, the four black suitcases neatly stacked inside were still visually striking.

Bai Jingyou walked over, picked up two boxes, and went to the iron gate.

"Clatter".

The box was opened, and the splashes of pink that made everyone's hearts race instantly stung their eyes.

The workers, who had been so aggressive, fell silent instantly. It was a deathly silence, with only the faint sound of the wind rustling the edges of the banknotes.

"Here is five million in cash." Bai Jingyou's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible in the silence. "I know everyone is struggling. The owner of Shuntong Logistics ran away, and you're all starving. I, Bai Jingyou, believe in righteousness in business."

He took a stack of banknotes out of the box and patted it in his hand.

"I don't care about the previous mess. But I have a new contract here." Bai Jingyou pointed to the briefcase in Jiang Mengyao's hand. "For anyone willing to sign the termination of employment agreement, I will pay 80% of the previous back wages on behalf of Shuntong Logistics. Sign here and get paid here."

The crowd instantly stirred.

Eighty percent!

For these veteran workers who had been in despair for three years, this was like a windfall!

Zhao Biao's expression changed drastically.

He was able to control these people because they were all united in their hatred of not getting paid.

Once Bai Jingyou is willing to give money, his prestige will collapse instantly.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Zhao Biao roared, brandishing his steel pipe. "He's lying to you! Who can possibly share this little bit of money? We need eighty million! We absolutely need eighty million!"

"Zhao Biao." Bai Jingyou's eyes turned cold instantly through the iron gate. The oppressive aura of someone accustomed to a superior position made Zhao Biao's heart skip a beat. "You've been running an underground casino over there, collecting protection money. You must have made a fortune these past few years, right? Are you collecting money for the workers? You're just using them as pawns to continue monopolizing this land and leeching off others!"

Upon hearing this, the way the workers behind him looked at Zhao Biao changed.

"Old Li, your child urgently needs money for school, right?" Bai Jingyou's gaze passed over Zhao Biao and landed on an elderly man with gray hair in the crowd. "And Engineer Zhang, your wife's medication has been stopped for half a month, hasn't it? The money is right here; you can take it as soon as you sign. Do you believe this bloodsucker can get you 80 million, or do you believe the real money I have?"

"I'll sign!" Even through the iron gate, the worker named Old Li couldn't help but squeeze forward a step. "Boss, I'll sign! As long as you pay me, I'll leave immediately!"

"I'll sign too!"

"Get out of the way! We need to sign!"

Human nature is most vulnerable to temptation when it comes to self-interest, especially when that self-interest is a lifeline.

The dozens of workers who were originally standing behind Zhao Biao instantly turned into a crowd trying to break through the iron gate.

Zhao Biao's confidants tried to stop them, but were pushed aside by the angry crowd.

"They've rebelled! They've all fucking rebelled!" Zhao Biao was furious and raised his steel pipe to hit Old Li.

"Zhao Biao!" Bai Jingyou suddenly shouted.

This powerful voice actually startled Zhao Biao.

Bai Jingyou slowly took out his phone and waved the screen: "I recorded everything that just happened. This land belongs to Bai now, and you committed a violent act with a weapon on my private property, assaulting innocent people. Believe me, one phone call and I can dig up all your criminal records at the police station?"

"You..." Zhao Biao's hand holding the steel pipe trembled.

He's a scoundrel, but he's not stupid.

No one cared before because it was a mess, but now someone has taken it over, and it's a big boss who's willing to pay up.

The official attitude will definitely make a complete 180-degree turn.

If the workers defect, he will be a commander without troops.

"Clang!"

The steel pipe fell to the ground.

Zhao Biao glared fiercely at Bai Jingyou, gritting his teeth as he said, "You bastard, you're ruthless. Things change, we'll see!"

After saying that, he pushed through the crowd and left in a sorry state with a few trusted confidants.

The workers opened the iron gate from the inside.

The rest was much simpler. Jiang Mengyao was in charge of checking the lists and getting signatures, while Chen Mo was in charge of distributing the money. Although the scene was a bit chaotic, everyone cooperated perfectly under the allure of money.

Ignoring the commotion, Bai Jingyou walked alone into the depths of the factory area.

Looking at the towering chimneys and mottled red brick walls around him, he let out a soft breath.

[To deal with these kinds of lowlifes, throwing money at them is definitely the fastest way.]

Although this method is simple and crude, it is the most efficient when the initial foothold is not yet firmly established.

If you can buy time with money, you'll never lose money on this deal.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

It was an unfamiliar number.

connected.

"Feed?"

A piercing static came through the receiver, followed by an extremely nervous laugh, like someone scratching a blackboard with their fingernails.

"Good morning, Young Master Bai."

Bai Jingyou paused, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Shen Wanshan."

"It's me, it's me." Shen Wanshan's voice sounded excited, with the background noise seemingly mixed with the roar of heavy metal rock music. "I heard that Young Master Bai is throwing money around doing charity at the Red Star Factory? Tsk tsk tsk, what a philanthropist. If my good-for-nothing brother had half of your guts, he wouldn't be lying in the ICU with tubes in his body now."