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

(I'm so sorry, I sent out the draft and only saw it when I got up to go to the bathroom last night. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~)

The entire venue was deathly silent.

All that remained was the whistling sound of the cold wind rushing through the main road of the factory area.

Zhao Shanhe slowly retracted his right foot.

The soles of the shoes made a very slight thud as they stepped into the mud.

He didn't look down at Gao Wenbin, who was lying in the mud like a dead dog. Instead, he slowly raised his eyelids, and his deep, calm eyes looked over the dark crowd and went straight to the outermost edge of the main road.

It's at the end of the passage.

Wei Changhai, who had just arrived with about twenty security personnel and was standing outside the crowd, was now completely frozen in place.

He was still clutching the rubber baton he had just gotten from the gatekeeper, followed by a group of security officers and militiamen wearing red armbands.

Some people carried wooden sticks, some carried steel pipes, and one militiaman carried a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle on his shoulder.

He originally came back for revenge.

The slap Lao Hei gave him in the security office earlier left half of his face swollen.

When Wei Changhai saw the blood-stained shovel in Lao Hei's hand, he really chickened out. He pressed himself tightly against the wall and didn't dare to utter a sound.

But he was already furious inside.

Having acted like a tyrant in the security department of the Red Star Factory for so long, when has Wei Changhai ever suffered such humiliation?

I was humble and subservient back then simply because there were many older, more experienced people in the office.

A dozen or so men from Kaoshantun, their eyes bloodshot, blocked the door. If he dared to fight back, he would be trampled into a pulp on the spot.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. While Lao Hei and his men rushed towards the backyard to chase Wang Guowei, Wei Changhai immediately slipped out through the side door like an eel in a ditch.

He ran all the way to the gate, the warehouse and the militia duty room, and coaxed and tricked everyone he could to come up with his belongings.

On the way here, he had already rehearsed it countless times in his mind.

First, pin Old Black to the ground.

Then, in front of the entire factory, they smashed Old Hei's kneecaps inch by inch.

He was determined to get back at the slap he had just received, tenfold or even a hundredfold.

But now.

He was still standing outside the crowd, and before he could even utter the harsh words he was about to say, he witnessed Gao Wenbin being kicked away by Zhao Shanhe.

That's Gao Wenbin.

The new factory director sent by the city is like an imperial envoy wielding absolute power.

For the past two weeks at Hongxing Machinery Factory, Gao Wenbin has been the undisputed leader.

How many years has Zhang Dafa been entrenched in the position of factory director? And how stubborn is Liang Tiejun? Although ostensibly it's because of the major accident a while ago that killed Director Xu and several other people, the higher-ups are furious and want to hold those responsible accountable.

But those in the know understood that what truly prevented Zhang and Liang from recovering was the powerful backer behind Gao Wenbin—Deputy Secretary Chen Jianguo of the Municipal Party Committee, who personally intervened.

Taking advantage of this pretext, Secretary Chen gave the city a thunderous push.

Zhang Dafa was immediately suspended from his post and investigated, while Liang Tiejun was suppressed.

Throughout the entire Hongxing Machinery Factory, everyone who saw Gao Wenbin had to bow their heads and act like a grandson.

As a result, this powerful figure with such a strong background was kicked away by Zhao Shanhe, and his fate is unknown.

Wei Changhai felt a chill run down his back, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his autumn clothes.

The group of security personnel behind him were also dumbfounded. The group of people who had been so aggressive just moments before now seemed to have been doused with a bucket of ice water. Their hands, which were holding batons and steel pipes, trembled uncontrollably, and the tips of the batons drooped towards the ground.

Someone lowered their voice, their teeth chattering, and asked, "Brother Wei, are we... are we going to do it again?"

Wei Changhai's Adam's apple bobbed with great difficulty.

on?

What a load of crap!

Zhao Shanhe, the living devil, personally led the way, followed by Lao Hei and a dozen or so men from Kaoshantun whose eyes gleamed with greed. What were these security guards, who usually only bullied the weak and feared the strong in the factory, up to?

With a meager monthly salary of just over thirty yuan, is it worth risking your life for Gao Wenbin, who's already rolling his eyes in despair?

As for the slap Old Hei gave me in the office just now...

Wei Changhai swallowed and suddenly felt that his cheek didn't hurt as much anymore.

Getting slapped is better than getting kicked and having your ribs broken. It doesn't matter, just treat it as being bitten by a dog.

Having figured this out, Wei Changhai subconsciously took half a step back.

For a moment, he even considered pretending that he had just happened to be passing by, and quietly retreating into the shadows with his men to run away.

Just as he was about to retreat to the back of the crowd, Zhao Shanhe slowly turned his head.

Their eyes met in the cold air, though they were several steps apart.

Wei Changhai felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his legs feeling like they were made of lead, rooted to the spot.

Zhao Shanhe saw him, and also saw the twenty-odd men behind him dressed in security uniforms and holding weapons.

Zhao Shanhe didn't say anything, but simply strode towards him.

step.

Two steps.

Muddy water splashed and splattered under Zhao Shanhe's shoes.

Following Zhao Shanhe's movements, Lao Hei, Houzi, and the men from Kaoshantun also saw the group of people Wei Changhai had brought, and their faces instantly darkened.

Old Hei's eyes were filled with ferocity as he bent down to pick up the shovel from the ground, ready to fight to the death.

Zhao Shanhe stopped, turned around, and grabbed Lao Hei's arm as he reached for the shovel.

"That's enough, we don't need it."

Looking at his brothers, covered in mud and who had just shielded him from disaster, Zhao Shanhe's stern tone softened: "Take a break here. I said I'd handle the rest."

Upon hearing this, Lao Hei's tense body immediately relaxed, and he silently let go of his hands.

The monkey and the men from Kaoshantun exchanged glances and threw the half-bricks they were holding onto the ground.

They felt reassured as long as Zhao Shanhe gave the order.

Zhao Shanhe turned around and, all alone, walked towards the more than twenty swords, spears, and clubs in front of him.

The workers blocking the way instinctively moved to the sides.

The dense crowd of several hundred people spontaneously retreated to both sides like a tide, following Zhao Shanhe's footsteps, and a path was forcibly opened up.

As someone stepped back, looking at his old cotton-padded coat stained with dust and machine oil, his withered lips twitched violently, and finally he couldn't help but call out in a hoarse whisper, "Director Zhao... you're back."

Zhao Shanhe paused for a moment.

He glanced at the man.

He is Master Chen's youngest apprentice, named Zhuzi.

This young man's name was on the first list of employees receiving full pay at the factory.

It's been more than half a month since I last saw him, and he's lost a lot of weight. The cuffs of his blue work clothes are covered in dirty oil stains.

Zhao Shanhe looked at him and nodded slightly.

"I'm back."

He paused for half a second, then asked softly, "How is your master?"

Zhu Zi's eyes instantly reddened.

He hurriedly lowered his head, wiped his face hard with the back of his hand covered in engine oil, and nodded vigorously: "The master is very good."

Zhao Shanhe reached out and patted his thin shoulder, said nothing more, and continued walking forward.

It's just a short walk.

Zhao Shanhe stopped in front of Wei Changhai.

Wei Changhai's legs trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat seeped from his palms as he gripped the rubber baton.

He looked into Zhao Shanhe's unfathomable eyes, his fat face twitching violently as he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Zhao... Factory Director Zhao, why are you back?"