Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

(Just wanted to let everyone know that I made some major revisions to the earlier chapters.)

This time, it wasn't just about correcting typos and revising sentences; I rewrote the entire plot. The more I thought about the original direction, the less satisfied I became. I couldn't sleep after lying down, so I finally got up and stayed up all night rewriting two chapters.

In other words, the revised content will be significantly different from the version you saw before. It is recommended that you take some time to review the previous chapters, otherwise the later parts may not fit together.

I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.

I will continue writing according to the revised version, and try my best to make this transition more solid.

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The bright daylight made people dizzy.

Wang Changshun lay half-reclined on a wooden chair in the glass guard booth, a two-cent Chuncheng cigarette dangling from his mouth, his legs comfortably draped over the edge of the desk.

Back then, because that old bastard Sun Changgui was blind and offended Zhao Shanhe, the entire security department suffered a lot as a result.

Wang Changshun was also stripped of his job and sent to clean outhouses for more than half a year. The pungent smell of excrement and urine still lingers in his fingernails.

Now, things have turned around, and he's back to his old ways.

Wang Changshun squinted and exhaled a puff of smoke, his mind racing as he considered the miserable state of those peasants in Kaoshantun. He couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

Just as he was feeling smug, a figure flickered outside the guard post.

Wang Changshun's eyes darted around, and he saw Old Chen and Wang Daikui walking side by side out of the Hongxing Factory gate. Old Chen was carrying a large aluminum lunchbox covered in grease in his rough hands, and he was walking quite quickly.

Wang Changshun spat his cigarette butt on the ground, grabbed the police baton on the table, kicked open the door, and walked out.

"stop!"

Wang Changshun pointed his black rubber baton at the two men, blocking their path with his chin held high: "Old Chen, what are you holding? Did you steal company parts from the workshop while things were chaotic?!"

Old Chen stopped and instinctively pulled the lunchbox closer to his chest.

He was a law-abiding person who didn't cause trouble. He knew that the atmosphere in the factory had changed, and he had several mouths to feed at home, so he didn't dare to provoke them.

He bowed slightly and said in a humble tone, "Officer Wang, it's nothing. These are just two vegetarian dishes I got from the cafeteria. My kids haven't eaten yet, so I'm taking them back to fill their stomachs."

"To bring to the children?"

Wang Changshun sneered, poking Old Chen's shoulder repeatedly with his baton, his face full of sarcasm: "You think it's just vegetables? Director Gao has given a strict order: not even a wire is allowed to be taken out of the factory! Who knows if you're hiding a bearing under your lunchbox!"

Wang Daikui, who was already seething with anger, couldn't contain his rage when he saw Wang Changshun's smug face.

"Steal your mother's ass!"

Wang Daikui glared at Wang Changshun, pointed at his nose, and cursed, "We've worked at the Hongxing Factory for almost thirty years and never taken a single needle or thread from the government! You, a latrine cleaner, are trying to act tough in front of us!"

That shout of "you latrine cleaner" pierced Wang Changshun's lungs.

His facial muscles twitched violently twice, and a venomous ruthlessness instantly surged in his eyes.

But instead of losing his temper on the spot, he smiled sinisterly and tapped Wang Daikui's chest repeatedly with his black PVC baton.

Wang Changshun gritted his teeth, stabbed Wang Daikui hard in the chest with his black rubber baton, and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground: "Director Gao said it! That bastard Zhao Shanhe's bullshit reforms not only paid his own bunch of peasants full salaries, but also specially picked a group of parasites in the factory and gave them full salaries too! The workers in the other workshops didn't even get a fart!"

He pointed his baton at the two men's noses, his face filled with malice and hatred: "This is fucking using the entire factory's hard-earned money to support you! I remember clearly, you two old bastards were both on that list of people getting full pay!"

He grew increasingly arrogant with each curse, pointing his baton towards the old boiler room and yelling, "Zhao Shanhe is now a rat in the street! Those full-salary security guards have already gotten their comeuppance! You old parasites haven't gotten your comeuppance yet, have you? Today I'll loosen your bones for all the factory workers!"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who!"

Wang Daikui's anger exploded instantly. His eyes reddened, and he charged forward, his broad chest slamming into Wang Changshun's baton: "You little bastard, I'll see how you loosen my bones today!"

Wang Changshun was knocked back half a step, and seeing Wang Daikui's murderous look, he felt a sudden chill in his heart.

This old man swings a sledgehammer all year round. If he really goes berserk, my withered body might not be able to withstand it.

Seeing that things were going to get bad, Old Chen risked his life to grab Wang Daikui and pull him behind him.

"Officer Wang, Da Kui speaks bluntly and has a short temper, so don't take it to heart."

Old Chen knew perfectly well that Gao Wenbin was now in charge of the factory, and if they made a move at this critical juncture and escalated the situation, it would be detrimental to them.

To avoid further trouble, he could only grit his teeth and endure the humiliation, opening the lid of the aluminum lunchbox in his hand and handing it over with both hands: "Please take a look, it's really just some cabbage stalks and cornbread, I didn't take a single thing from the government."

When Wang Changshun saw that Lao Chen had given in, his initial reservations vanished instantly, and his arrogance returned.

He sneered, tapped the edge of Old Chen's aluminum lunchbox with his baton, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Why didn't you just show this attitude earlier? Why did you have to refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences?"

After saying that, he glanced sideways at Wang Daikui, whose eyes were bloodshot from holding back his anger: "Where's yours? Master Daikui, what's wrong? Do I have to get it for you again?"

Old Chen grabbed Wang Daikui tightly and desperately tried to signal him with his eyes.

Wang Daikui's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. Finally, he gritted his teeth, ripped open the lid of his lunchbox, and shoved it stiffly in front of Wang Changshun.

Wang Changshun pursed his lips.

In front of the two of them, he spat out a mouthful of phlegm onto his two fingers, which were covered in cigarette grime.

Immediately afterwards, those two drool-covered fingers plunged directly into Old Chen's lunchbox, stirring the boiled cabbage around a couple of times: "There's cabbage on top, but who knows if there are any small parts hidden underneath? I need to check carefully."

Old Chen was trembling all over, holding the lunchbox in both hands and not daring to move.

After stirring up Lao Chen's food, Wang Changshun stretched his fingers, covered in soup and saliva, toward Wang Daikui's lunchbox.

"Let me take a look at your box..."

He had just touched the yellow cornbread in Wang Daikui's lunchbox when his wrist suddenly snapped downwards.

"Clatter."

The aluminum lunchbox, filled with hot food, went out of control and, along with the lid, flipped right onto Wang Daikui's face.

Cabbage stalks, vegetable soup, and yellow cornbread covered Wang Daikui's face.

"Oh dear, that was an accident."

Wang Changshun shook the vegetable juice off his hands, looked at Wang Daikui's messy face, apologized, but his mouth was smugly grinning to his ears.

"I'm so sorry, Chef Da Kui, I accidentally spilled some food on you."

"It seems you really didn't smuggle any government-owned items."

He poked Wang Daikui's shoulder, which was covered in vegetable leaves, with his baton, and his forced smile suddenly turned grim: "But let me make this clear, you better watch yourselves in the factory from now on! You old bones who used to live a life of luxury with Zhao Shanhe, I'm keeping an eye on you every day!"

"I'll fuck your mother!"

Wang Daikui let out a furious roar, veins bulging on his face, and he clenched his fist, the size of a sandbag, ready to pounce.

"Da Kui!" Old Chen scrambled forward, grabbed Wang Da Kui's waist tightly, and dragged him backward.

Wang Changshun didn't retreat even half a step; instead, he arrogantly moved his face forward even further.

"Hit! Hit here!"

He slapped his cheek repeatedly with his black baton: "If you dare touch me today, I'll report you to Director Gao right now! I'll make sure you and your family are begging on the streets!"

Seeing Wang Daikui's eyes bleeding but being held down by Lao Chen, Wang Changshun felt all the frustration from cleaning toilets for the past six months vanish, and he felt refreshed and comfortable all over.

He snorted disdainfully, then turned around and saw several ordinary workers leaving their early shift walking out with their heads down.

Wang Changshun swung his baton horizontally, blocking the path of the skinny young man who was leading the group.

"Halt! Routine check!"

With sharp eyes, he yanked open the young man's half-open coat pocket, pulled out a half-open pack of Daqianmen cigarettes, and casually stuffed it into his own pocket. With a stern face, he scolded, "Smoking is strictly prohibited in this factory area. Don't you know the rules? Confiscated! Get out of here!"

The workers dared not speak out in anger and could only leave hastily, holding their breath.

Wang Changshun, patting the good cigarettes in his pocket and humming an off-key version of a model opera, walked smugly toward the guard post.