Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

"Secretary He, please look this way." Du Bozhong pointed to the five-axis CNC machine tool that had just arrived.

He Xia pushed up the brim of her safety helmet, rolled up the cuffs of her white shirt to her forearms, and followed him deeper into the workshop.

The machine tool's silver-gray casing still had its protective film on, and a German nameplate was embedded in the lower right corner of the base.

"This batch of equipment was arranged by General Shen." Du Bozhong patted the machine tool casing. "It was outdated from the military factory's technological upgrades, and its precision is half a grade higher than new machines on the market."

He Xia walked around the machine tool and bent down to check the wear marks on the spindle interface.

"How many hours did you use it for?"

"The records say 4,200 hours, but it's actually less than 3,000." Du Bozhong leaned closer. "Military products have high scrapping standards. If these machines are put into a private enterprise, they can run for another five years without any problem."

He Xia straightened up and nodded.

"nice one."

Sun Liancheng jogged over, clutching a printing document in his hand, his glasses smudged with oil.

"Secretary He, the materials for the on-site meeting are ready." He wiped his glasses with his sleeve. "Over in the workshop office, General Manager Du's people have already set up the table."

He Xia turned and walked towards the office.

"Let's go, we'll look and talk as we go."

……

A long table and four folding chairs were temporarily set up in the workshop office, and a printed schedule of the industry's implementation was spread out on the table.

He Xia pulled out a chair, sat down, and started looking through the data.

Tell me about it.

Sun Liancheng turned to the third page of the materials.

"The Luzhou New Energy Industry Cluster currently has three core enterprises and seven supporting suppliers." He pointed to the first column of the table, "The first batch of 412 workers returned to their posts, with an average age of 47. Most of them are veteran technicians from the original factory."

He Xia pushed the teacup aside.

"What about production capacity?"

"Three production lines are already operating at full capacity, and the fourth will be put into trial operation by the end of the month." Sun Liancheng pointed to the schedule. "At this rate, industrial output can return to positive growth in the third quarter."

Du Bozhong continued, "The supply of raw materials is stable, and those troublemakers from Haizhou have all withdrawn. The environmental investigation materials have also been completed. From now on, if anyone comes to investigate, I'll check their emissions records first."

He Xia leaned back in her chair.

"What about the cash flow?"

"The first batch of payments has arrived." Du Bozhong opened his phone and handed over a screenshot of the bank transfer. "Eight million six hundred thousand, enough to last two months."

The office door was pushed open.

Chen Yanshi walked in leaning on a cane, followed by Zheng Xipo, who was also clutching a canvas bag in his hand.

He Xia quickly got up to greet her.

"Mr. Chen, what brings you here?"

"I don't want to hear reports, I'll see for myself." Chen Yanshi slammed his cane on the ground. "Take me to see the production line."

He Xia reached out to support his arm.

"I'll go with you."

Chen Yanshi waved his hand.

"I don't need your help. My leg isn't that badly lame."

……

The production line took a full forty minutes to move.

Chen Yanshi walked slowly, stopping at each piece of equipment to chat with the operators. He asked if their wages had been paid, if their social security contributions had been made, and how the factory food was.

As we walked to the end of the third production line, an experienced worker with calloused hands put down his tools and came over.

"Mr. Chen? Is that really you?"

Chen Yanshi stopped.

Do you know me?

"I know you!" The old master craftsman's voice trembled. "Back when you were carrying out reforms in Handong, I attended your briefing."

Several workers gathered around and greeted him all at once.

Chen Yanshi raised his hand and pressed it down.

"Don't crowd around, get back to work." He took the experienced worker's hand. "How long have you been working here?"

The old master sniffed.

"Three months. We didn't get paid for the first four months; those guys took over the factory." He rubbed his hands together. "Last month, Secretary He came, the money arrived, and we went back to work. It's just..."

He paused for a moment.

"There's still no explanation for the matter of our original factory being taken away by those people."

Chen Yanshi turned to look at He Xia.

He Xia stepped forward.

"Mr. Chen, the 30% acquisition case has entered the judicial process, and the assets involved have been frozen." She took out the files stored on her phone. "After the judgment, what should be returned will be returned, and what should be compensated will be compensated."

Chen Yanshi stared at the document for a few seconds, then handed the phone back.

"We need to hurry. The workers can't wait."

He Xia nodded.

"I'm keeping an eye on it."

Jingzhou, Zheng Xipo's home.

Zheng Shengli squatted in front of the computer, his fingers typing a series of commands on the keyboard. Three screenshots of logistics orders popped up on the screen, all with the shipping address being Jingzhou Chengbei Transfer Station.

"Dad! Come and see!"

Zheng Xipo poked his head out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"The public account for the transfer of the equipment from Qingfeng Pavilion also has three abnormal logistics orders attached to it." Zheng Shengli enlarged the screenshot and circled the destination with the mouse, "They were all sent to an abandoned warehouse in Luzhou."

Zheng Xipo walked over, bent down, and leaned closer to the screen.

"Luzhou? Isn't that Secretary He's territory? Who's transporting things there?"

"I don't know." Zheng Shengli packaged the three screenshots together. "I'll send them to Director Qi."

Qi Tongwei's reply arrived less than five minutes after the message was sent.

A forwarding instruction, recipient: He Xia.

He Xia's phone vibrated twice.

She opened the message, her brows furrowing.

A screenshot of a logistics order, the address of an abandoned warehouse, two kilometers downstream of the Luzhou Port branch channel.

Sun Liancheng peeked over from the side.

"What's wrong?"

He Xia handed him the phone.

"Look at this address."

Sun Liancheng pushed up his glasses and looked for three seconds.

"This waterway is the main channel for General Manager Du's raw materials to enter the port." He looked up at He Xia. "If anyone blocks this line, the entire industrial park will have to stop."

He Xia stood up and picked up her coat.

"Take the urban management officers and port authority personnel to that warehouse first thing tomorrow morning." She put her phone in her pocket. "Find out exactly what's stored inside."

Sun Liancheng followed behind.

"Should we report this to the provincial authorities?"

He Xia opened the door.

"Investigate first, then report."

On the way back, Chen Yanshi dialed Li Dakang's number.

As soon as I turned on speakerphone, I heard the rustling sound of a batch of documents coming from the other end.

"Grandpa, is something the matter?"

"The factory in Luzhou is thriving." Chen Yanshi leaned back in his seat, his cane resting on his knees. "But someone is stuffing nails into it."

Li Dakang paused for two seconds.

"What kind of nail?"

"The unidentified materials were transported to an abandoned warehouse next to the industrial park's waterway. I've had Zheng Xipo send you the address." Chen Yanshi paused. "Also, check with your Jingzhou office to see if the shell company acquired at a 30% discount has extended its reach to Luzhou."

"Understood," Li Dakang replied. "I'll have the Economic Crime Investigation Division take action tomorrow."

Chen Yanshi hummed in agreement.

"Dakang, these guys haven't given up. It's good that the factory is alive, but it's only worthwhile if they can hold onto their livelihood."

"Don't worry, I'll hold the bowl for him."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Yanshi closed his eyes.

Zheng Xipo, sitting beside him, asked in a low voice, "Old Chen, is this a big deal?"

"I don't know." Chen Yanshi opened his eyes. "But if someone is moving, we can't pretend we don't see it."

It was 11 p.m. in the provincial military district office.

Shen Zhong put down the comparison report in his hand and picked up his phone.

He Xia's message has already been sent.

"Work has resumed in Luzhou, but we've discovered hidden stakes. Someone has stuffed something into the waterway near the industrial park; the investigation is still ongoing."

After he finished reading, he put his phone back on the table.

Pick up a pen and write four words in the blank space of the briefing.

Reply and send.

"Find out the truth first."