Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Lin Yang suddenly stretched out his big hand, grabbed Wang Jinbiao's military uniform collar, and with a single arm, he actually lifted this strong man weighing more than 160 pounds off the ground!

"Let me go... Lin Yang, how dare you assault a state cadre..." Wang Jinbiao's feet left the ground, his face turning purple from holding his breath, he struggled desperately, but in Lin Yang's iron-like hands, he was like a pitiful duck with its neck being squeezed, powerless to resist.

"You bunch of beasts who suck the people's blood and sweat!" A ferocious killing intent flashed in Lin Yang's eyes, and his voice boomed like thunder in the conference room.

"The country has spent so much foreign exchange, and workers have toiled and bled in front of high-temperature furnaces to build these machines and fertilizers. Are they just to be piled up in warehouses and rust? Are they just to be used as political bargaining chips to form cliques? I build these machines so that farmers can have enough to eat! Anyone who dares to stand in this way is the real class enemy of this country!"

boom!

Lin Yang threw Wang Jinbiao heavily to the ground like he was throwing away trash.

Wang Jinbiao was thrown around and felt completely disoriented, clutching his chest and coughing violently.

The conference room was deathly silent. Everyone was completely stunned by Lin Yang's unbridled domineering and violent behavior. Those officials who had just been echoing Wang Jinbiao now all buried their heads in their chests, afraid of being caught in Lin Yang's murderous gaze.

"Beginning of Spring, let's continue." Lin Yang straightened his slightly wrinkled cuffs, his tone returning to its chilling coldness.

Zhao Lichun pulled another brown paper bag from his briefcase and walked directly to Wang Jinbiao, who was slumped on the ground.

"Deputy Director Wang, now that we've discussed the spirit, let's talk about the material things." Zhao Lichun's lips curled into a venomous sneer as he pulled a stack of photos and receipts from a paper bag and threw them directly at Wang Jinbiao's face.

"Last month, your Agricultural Bureau took the lead in intercepting three Dongfanghong tractors that were originally intended for the disaster-stricken areas of northern Hebei. These three tractors were secretly resold by you to a wealthy state-owned farm. In return, that farm secretly sent your bureau's canteen two thousand catties of high-quality pork, fifty cartons of specially supplied cigarettes, and a whole truckload of Xiaozhan rice."

Zhao Lichun pushed up his glasses, his gaze icy: "Is this the path you insist on? The common people are drinking muddy water, while you're eating braised pork and smoking specially supplied cigarettes in the government canteen. You call this preventing capitalist restoration? This is blatant embezzlement and theft of national strategic resources!"

When Wang Jinbiao saw the IOUs stamped with private seals and the photos of clandestine transactions, his mind went blank, as if struck by a sledgehammer. His face turned ashen, and his whole body trembled violently like a leaf.

He knew he was finished. Faced with Lin Yang and Zhao Lichun's flawless intelligence gathering and fatal blow, he had no chance of turning the tide.

"Chen Feng!" Lin Yang shouted sharply.

Chen Feng, who had been standing guard outside the door, immediately led two internal guards and rushed in like wolves.

"Take down this parasite who spouts empty platitudes of benevolence and morality! Transfer him directly to the Ministry of Public Security's Major Crimes Unit and prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law for sabotaging military production and embezzlement. Anyone who dares to protect him, arrest them too!"

"yes!"

Two internal security guards unceremoniously twisted Wang Jinbiao's hands behind his back, put cold handcuffs on him, and dragged him out of the conference room like a dead dog.

Lin Yang returned to the main seat, placed his hands on the table, and looked down at the remaining silent officials.

"Everyone, is there anyone else who thinks that delivering tractors and fertilizers to the people is a wrong approach?" Lin Yang's tone was very light, but the oppressive feeling of having the power of life and death was almost suffocating.

The entire conference room was deathly silent for a full ten seconds.

Subsequently, a deputy director of the State Planning Commission wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, quickly picked up a pen, and swiftly signed his name on the document "National Plan for Forced Direct Delivery of Industrial Products to Rural Areas".

With the first one taking the lead, the other representatives dared not hesitate any longer, bowing their heads to sign and stamp their documents. They knew very well that the man before them was a fully awakened beast. He had used absolute force and irrefutable evidence to completely crush all the hypocritical political debates.

The plan was approved unanimously.

That evening, at the Fengtai large railway freight marshalling yard in Beijing.

The snow arrived silently. Under the bright light of the searchlight, the fine snowflakes looked like silver flakes dancing in the air.

The entire freight station was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Tens of thousands of railway workers and cadres from the Ministry of Heavy Industry, wearing hard hats, are working feverishly on an unprecedented massive loading operation.

Long steel lines stretching for kilometers were parked on the platform. On the flatcars, rows of brand-new "Dongfanghong-75" tracked tractors, painted with military green anti-rust paint, resembled steel warriors about to set off, exuding a breathtaking industrial beauty in the wind and snow.

The sealed freight cars behind were piled high with white urea and synthetic ammonia fertilizer, like small mountains.

Lin Yang, wearing a military overcoat, walked across the platform through the thick snow. Zhao Lichun and Chen Feng followed closely behind.

The former director of the Luoyang Tractor Factory, an eighth-grade fitter who had spent his entire life working in machinery, ran up to Lin Yang with his hands covered in grease, his eyes red with emotion.

"Minister Lin! All three thousand tractors have been loaded! Every engine has undergone a cold start test at minus twenty degrees Celsius, so they won't break down! These tractors are the lifeblood of the workers who toiled day and night to build them!" The old factory director gripped Lin Yang's hand tightly.

Lin Yang squeezed those rough, large hands back firmly and nodded solemnly.

"Old buddies, thank you for your hard work, workers. The country will remember your contributions."

Lin Yang turned around and strode to a temporary platform made of wooden crates.

He picked up a metal megaphone and glanced at the densely packed railway transport soldiers and escorting officers on the platform.

"Comrades!"

Lin Yang's deep and powerful voice drowned out the ear-piercing roar of machinery in the freight station, echoing through the snowy night sky.

"What you are transporting today is no ordinary cargo. This is the backbone of the nation's industry, the lifeblood of hundreds of millions of farmers! It is the spark of modernization that we have snatched back from the West!"

Lin Yang pointed at those steel behemoths, his eyes blazing with astonishing fervor.

"I've granted you the highest-level clearance! Starting tonight, all train formations must display the special-grade military transport markings! All railway stations along the route must give way unconditionally!"

"If we encounter a red light, we'll force our way through the checkpoint! If local authorities try to stop us, the security forces escorting the vehicles will fire warning shots! I only want one result: to deliver all these machines and fertilizers, every single one, every single bag, to the poorest counties and brigades! Let the roar of the machines awaken those barren lands that have been dormant for thousands of years!"

"Set off!"

Ugh—!

With Lin Yang's command.

More than a dozen steel behemoths, fully loaded with the hopes of industry, sounded their horns at the same time.

The deafening roar seemed to tear apart the sky that had been oppressive for countless days and nights.

The wheels rubbed violently against the rails, sending up dazzling sparks. The trains, like heavy swords drawn from their sheaths, roared towards the vast lands of the motherland, towards the expansive rural areas that desperately needed to be revitalized.