Courtyard House: Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) Traded for an Aircraft Carrier, the Whole Count

That shout of "Kill without mercy" was definitely not a joke.

Jiang Chen's voice seemed to possess a certain magic, instantly silencing the entire scene. The patrol members who had been running around up and down the stairs were frozen in place, their faces ashen. They were usually good at bullying ordinary people, but when faced with a violent organization like the security department with guns, they immediately cowered like quails.

Upon hearing the voice, Xu Damao shuddered violently, jolting awake from his despair. What followed was a desperate madness born of desperation.

"No! I can't lose! I'm here to arrest the capitalists! I'm in the right!"

Xu Damao scrambled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, like a trapped beast. He rushed out of the basement and bumped into the three members of the Lou family, still sitting in the living room. Seeing Lou Xiao'e's mocking gaze, a surge of malice rose within him.

"You must have moved the stuff! As long as the person is still here, that's fine! Detain them! As long as we take them back and torture them severely, I don't believe we won't find out where the stuff is!"

Xu Damao roared, pulling out a belt from his waist, intending to attack Lou Xiao'e directly, "Tie up these damn people!"

Liu Haizhong, realizing this was their last chance, also chimed in, "Yes! Take them under control first! They're class enemies!"

Several of his trusted henchmen, oblivious to their own mortality, heard the order and were about to pounce on Lou Xiao'e.

"Bang!"

A sharp gunshot suddenly rang out in the narrow living room.

The chandelier on the ceiling was shattered by a bullet, and shards of glass rained down all over the floor. The thugs who had just taken a step were so frightened that they cried out "Mommy!" and collapsed to the ground, their crotches instantly soaked.

At the entrance, Jiang Chen, wearing a black raincoat and holding a Type 54 pistol that was still smoking, strode in. Behind him followed two rows of fully armed security officers, their dark gun barrels pointed at everyone in the living room.

That sense of oppression was like Mount Tai pressing down on you.

"Let's see who dares to make a move!"

Jiang Chen's gaze swept across the entire room like a blade, finally settling on Xu Damao's distorted face. He slowly walked forward, his leather boots slamming into the broken glass with a sickening cracking sound.

"Xu Damao, how dare you! In broad daylight, you gathered thugs and bullies, broke into a private residence, and attempted to kidnap and extort money. Do you have any respect for the law? Do you have any respect for factory regulations and national laws?"

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow to Xu Damao's heart.

"I...I'm here to arrest the capitalists! They're transferring assets! They're parasites!" Xu Damao roared, his voice trembling as he pointed to the empty room. "Look! Everything's gone! This is the evidence!"

"evidence?"

Jiang Chen sneered, casually tucked the gun back into his waistband, and pulled a document from his pocket, slowly unfolding it. The bright red seal on it gleamed glaringly under the light.

"Xu Damao, open your dog eyes and see clearly."

Jiang Chen slammed the document onto Xu Damao's pale face. "This is an honorary certificate for 'Patriotic Businessman' issued by the Ministry. As early as six months ago, Director Lou Bancheng responded to the national call and donated most of his family's assets to the country to support national defense."

"That's why the house is empty." Jiang Chen's voice suddenly rose, filled with a sense of righteous judgment. "They sacrificed their families for the country, donating all their wealth. What kind of spirit is that? That's patriotism!"

"And you, Xu Damao! You actually slandered such a patriot as transferring assets? Whose face are you slapping? You're slapping the face of the ministry's leaders! You're undermining the united front!"

These heavy accusations completely stunned Xu Damao.

You donated...you donated?

You donated it six months ago?

Xu Damao stared at the official document, his mind buzzing. The system-forged document was flawless; the date, seal, and signature all exuded official authority.

"No...this can't be...it's fake! This must be fake!" Xu Damao couldn't accept this reality, and he reached out to grab the document.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap landed hard on Xu Damao's face. The force of the slap was so great that it sent him spinning in place, and half of his face instantly swelled up.

It wasn't Jiang Chen who took action, but rather Deputy Factory Director Li who had just walked in from outside.

At this moment, Deputy Factory Director Li wore an expression of both "deep sorrow" and "righteous indignation." He had accepted Jiang Chen's gold bars, and now was his time to put on a show.

"You bastard!"

Deputy Factory Director Li pointed at Xu Damao's nose and began to curse, "I've seen this document! I know about this matter! What, are you going to investigate me too? Are you going to bring me down as well?"

"Director Li... Director Li..."

Seeing Deputy Factory Director Li personally stand up for him, Xu Damao's last psychological defenses completely collapsed. He covered his face, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a "thud".

Even Deputy Factory Director Li said it was true, so even if it was fake, it must be true.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Seeing this, Liu Haizhong turned pale with fright. He had already dropped the stick in his hand and huddled in the corner, trembling, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

"This is all a farce!" Deputy Factory Director Li surveyed the surroundings, waving his hand authoritatively. "Security officers, take all these people who trespassed and caused trouble back! Especially Xu Damao, suspend him from his duties, make him reflect on his actions, and write a profound self-criticism! I will issue a factory-wide reprimand!"

"yes!"

The security officers rushed up like wolves and tigers, dragging Xu Damao and Liu Haizhong away like dead dogs.

Xu Damao stared blankly at the official document, like a soulless shell, muttering to himself, "Empty... how can it be empty..."

A large-scale raid was turned into a complete joke by Jiang Chen's capricious manipulation.

Ten minutes later, the small villa returned to calm.

The neighbors dispersed, and the police were taken away. Only Jiang Chen, Deputy Factory Director Li, and the Lou family remained in the living room.

Deputy Factory Director Li glanced at Lou Bancheng, who appeared frightened (actually, he was just pretending), and put on a kind face: "Chairman Lou, I'm sorry you had to be frightened. This was a mistake on our part, allowing this black sheep to take advantage of the situation. Don't worry, the factory will definitely give you an explanation."

"Thank you, Director Li, for upholding justice." Lou Bancheng, a veteran actor, was moved to tears, his performance incredibly moving.

Deputy Factory Director Li nodded, then walked over to Jiang Chen, patted him on the shoulder, and lowered his voice, his tone becoming meaningful: "Brother Jiang, you handled this matter beautifully. However..."

He glanced at the Lou family members, a cold glint in his eyes. "After all this commotion, this family will ultimately be a problem if they stay in Beijing. What if someone uses this against us again in the future..."

Having accepted the gold bars, he naturally hoped to keep the matter completely hidden. The Lou family's departure was the safest option for him.

Jiang Chen understood immediately, smiled slightly, and lowered his voice as well, saying, "Don't worry, Factory Director, I've arranged everything. Tomorrow morning, I'll arrange for a car to take them 'back home to recuperate.' Isn't this pass for that purpose?"

Deputy Factory Director Li was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, pointing at Jiang Chen: "You...you're truly meticulous! Alright, that's settled then!"

The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

This is the adult world, this is the art of power struggles.

Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the night view outside the window. The rain had stopped, the dark clouds had dispersed, and a bright moon hung on the branch.

Tomorrow night will be the day to send the Lou family out to sea. And for Jiang Chen, his era is only just beginning.