Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, howled into the gates of Jingzhou Port.

Chu Yunfei tossed his heavy bunch of brass keys in front of Special Envoy Zhang's black leather shoes.

The high-ranking official from the capital was stunned for two seconds, his eyes looking somewhat bewildered.

The hundreds of law enforcement officers behind him looked at each other, unsure where to stick the seals they were holding.

I thought it would be a fierce battle, like Mars colliding with Earth.

As a result, they didn't even leave a security guard; they simply opened their doors wide to welcome guests.

"You're smart to know what's good for you!"

Special Envoy Zhang snapped out of his daze and gave a wink to his subordinate beside him.

A young man in uniform quickly bent down, picked up the bunch of keys, and wiped the dust off them.

Special Envoy Zhang, with his trembling belly protruding, carrying his briefcase, strode across the gate.

"Let's go! To the dispatch center!"

He waved his hand dramatically, displaying a commanding and authoritative air.

Chu Yunfei twirled the walnuts in his hand, smiling as he followed at the back, like a leisurely old man taking a stroll.

The dispatch hall of Jingzhou Port is built in the tallest glass tower at the dock.

Normally, this place is bustling with people, and dozens of walkie-talkies are constantly buzzing.

Today, however, it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The control room, spanning several hundred square meters, features floor-to-ceiling windows that are polished to a shine.

Rows of complex monitoring screens flickered with a deep blue light, displaying the real-time dynamics of the entire port.

Special Envoy Zhang pushed open the glass door, his leather shoes making a hollow thud on the floor.

"This place is ours now!"

He slammed the takeover order, stamped with a red seal, onto the control panel with a loud "bang".

He turned his head, pointed at the young man under his command, and raised his voice loudly.

"Go! Turn on all radio broadcasts in Hong Kong!"

"Notify all dockworkers, crane operators, and truck drivers to return to their posts immediately!"

Special Envoy Zhang gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with a fervent desire to achieve merit.

"Get those two ships of export goods belonging to the William Group that are stuck in the yard loaded onto my ship and shipped out first!"

"Whoever finishes their work the fastest today will receive a bonus on behalf of the ministry!"

The young man quickly went to the control panel, fiddled with it for a while, and finally found the switch for the broadcast microphone.

"Hey! Sound check!"

The piercing sound of electricity spread throughout the entire Jingzhou Port instantly via dozens of loudspeakers.

"Listen up, everyone! The port is now under the control of the ministry!"

The young man shouted at the top of his lungs, spitting everywhere.

"Start the gantry crane immediately! Everyone to your positions! Anyone who is not at their post within ten minutes will be considered absent without leave!"

The broadcast echoed across the empty dock, even creating a few faint echoes.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

They shouted for a full five minutes.

On the dock outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, only a few plump seagulls flapped their wings and flew by.

Not a single ghost emerged from among those mountains of containers.

The steel gantry cranes, tens of meters high, stood motionless in the sea breeze like a row of lifeless giants.

Special Envoy Zhang's face fell.

He frowned, walked quickly to the French windows, and peered down through the glass.

Empty and desolate.

Where are they?

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Chu Yunfei, who was slowly strolling in.

"Chu Yunfei! Don't try to fool me with this empty city ruse! Where are your thousands of dockworkers?!"

Chu Yunfei walked to the water dispenser and filled a cup with hot water for himself.

He blew on the paper cup and strolled leisurely over to Special Envoy Zhang.

"Special Commissioner Zhang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Chu Yunfei leaned against the control panel, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"The workers have their own legs; where do they go? Do I, as their boss, think I can chain them up?"

He waved to the two security guards outside the door.

"Go and bring up our union's 'treasure' for Special Commissioner Zhang to take a look at."

Two yawning security guards shuffled out of the door, slipped on their shoes, and turned to walk out.

Before long, the two men huffed and puffed as they carried two huge cardboard boxes into the hall.

With a loud bang, the two cardboard boxes slammed down at Special Commissioner Zhang's feet.

"Open it and take a look." Chu Yunfei raised his chin.

Special Envoy Zhang glanced at him suspiciously and gave his subordinate a wink.

The young man quickly squatted down and ripped the tape off the cardboard box with a ripping sound.

When the box was opened, it was full of stacks of A4 paper.

Special Envoy Zhang bent down and casually pulled out a bill.

Employee Paid Annual Leave Application Form

Not only are there red handprints from employees, but the bottom right corner also clearly bears the bright red seal of the Lingxiao Logistics Union.

He grabbed another handful and flipped through it casually.

Sick Leave Certificate - Lumbar muscle strain, requires bed rest.

Application for Paternity Leave - My Wife is Having a Second Child

"Leave of Absence - Going Back to My Hometown for a Blind Date"

More than two thousand leave slips, of all kinds, filled two large cardboard boxes.

The veins on Special Commissioner Zhang's forehead throbbed.

He slammed the stack of sick leave slips onto the cardboard box, his voice cracking with rage.

"Chu Yunfei! Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!"

"Are all over two thousand workers in Hong Kong sick or taking annual leave at the same time today?"

He pointed to the two boxes of waste paper, his chest heaving violently.

"This is an organized and premeditated strike! It's malicious defiance of executive orders!"

Chu Yunfei took a sip of hot water slowly and looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Resisting the French? I can't accept that label."

Chu Yunfei extended a finger and gently tapped it on the cardboard box.

"The Labor Law clearly stipulates that employees who have worked for a full year are entitled to paid annual leave."

"Our dockworkers suffer. They are exposed to the wind and sun all year round. The union is considerate of the employees and has approved annual leave for everyone."

He took a half step closer, his eyes revealing a tough, unyielding spirit that seemed determined to crush anyone.

"The sick leave certificate issued by the hospital is stamped, and the annual leave application is in accordance with the law."

"Our Lingxiao Consortium continues to pay basic salaries and does not owe the country a single penny in taxes."

Chu Yunfei raised an eyebrow, his smile utterly infuriating.

"What? No matter how powerful the officials in the ministries are, can they be more powerful than the Labor Law? Are they going to forbid workers from taking legal leave?"

Special Envoy Zhang was speechless after being rebuked, his face turning as red as a pig's liver.

He's handled so many cases over the years, what kind of deadbeats hasn't he seen?

I've never seen such a thug who uses legal provisions to trample on public power!

"Great! Excellent!"

Special Envoy Zhang gritted his teeth, his eyes turning red.

He turned around abruptly and snatched the takeover order from his subordinate.

"You're not here, are you? I don't want you!"

He pointed out the huge gantry cranes and heavy trucks outside the window, spitting as he spoke.

"The equipment is still here! The hardware is now ours!"

Special Commissioner Zhang turned around and roared at the hundreds of law enforcement officers.

"Send a few men! Get those tower cranes and heavy trucks up and running!"

"Even if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen pigs run? Today, even if you have to carry it by hand, you have to get that batch of foreign goods onto the ship!"

A dozen or so young people in uniforms looked at each other in bewilderment.

Forced into a corner, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and rush out of the dispatch building, heading towards the equipment area of ​​the dock.

Ten minutes later.

Special Envoy Zhang stood in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, anxiously calling out into the walkie-talkie.

"Xiao Li! Has the crane started yet? There's not a sound at all!"

A piercing static crackled from the walkie-talkie, followed by Xiao Li's wailing voice, choked with sobs.

"Director Zhang... it won't open!"

"What do you mean it can't be started? Can't you just insert the key and step on the gas?!" Special Envoy Zhang roared in exasperation.

"There's no keyhole at all!"

Xiao Li was squatting in the cab of an automated gantry crane that was tens of meters high, his head covered in cold sweat.

"This control panel is covered with densely packed English buttons and touch screens."

Looking at the complicated system interface, Xiao Li's hands trembled as if he had Parkinson's disease.

"This system requires an employee ID and a retinal scan to unlock."

"Even if it's unlocked, I touched this lever, and that massive iron block, weighing tens of tons, wobbled wildly, almost crushing one of our men!"

Xiao Li's words were like a bucket of ice water, dousing Special Envoy Zhang from head to toe.

His legs buckled, and he took half a step back, his back slamming heavily against the control panel.

Those automated port equipment costing tens of millions of dollars are simply not something that ordinary people can operate.

Without skilled specialized operators, these lumps of iron are just a dangerous pile of scrap metal.

If he recklessly drives and causes a safety accident that kills someone, even ten heads wouldn't be enough to compensate for the loss!

The control room was deathly silent.

Hundreds of law enforcement officers stared at each other, none daring to touch the control panels that emitted a ghostly blue light.

Chu Yunfei cracked the walnuts in his hand.

He walked to the water dispenser, crushed the paper cup, and casually threw it into the trash can.

"Special Commissioner Zhang, how's it going with taking over?"

Chu Yunfei turned around and looked at the ashen-faced high-ranking official from the capital, mercilessly rubbing salt into the wound.

"All the hardware is yours now, drive it however you like."

He spread his hands, looking helpless.

"However, just a friendly reminder: repairing a damaged bearing can be very expensive. Our legal department's claim invoice will be mailed to your office tomorrow."

Just then, the secure cell phone in Special Envoy Zhang's pocket vibrated like a death knell.

He shakily pulled out his phone and saw that it was Zhong Xiaoai.

"Hello, Director Zhong..." Special Envoy Zhang's voice was as weak as a whisper.

"Have you secured the port? Has the William Consortium's cargo been loaded onto the ship?"

Zhong Xiaoai asked the question from her superior position, her tone revealing an air of certainty.

"If Sha Ruijin can't handle it, then we in the capital have to step in."

Special Commissioner Zhang looked at the two boxes of leave slips outside the window, then glanced at the desolate dock, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Director Zhong... has it under control, but not completely."

"What do you mean?" Zhong Xiaoai's voice turned serious.

Special Envoy Zhang covered his face, slid down the control panel and sat on the ground, completely breaking down.

"The door is open, and the equipment is ours now."

He shouted desperately into the phone, "But all those thousands of drivers and workers in the whole port are on annual leave today! Who the hell can drive all those lumps of metal in the port?!"