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

The entire room fell silent.

The ordinary workers, unaware of the situation, suddenly realized what was going on. They turned around angrily, staring intently at Sun Dashan and his group, their eyes practically spitting fire.

It turns out they'd been kept in the dark by these vampires all along!

"Did you hear me clearly?" Lin Yang's voice rang out again, like a decree that pronounced life and death.

"Pei Yihong blew up those blast furnaces to cut off the lifeblood of these parasites! It was to ensure that Hanjiang No. 3 Factory could use the most advanced cold-rolled steel production line! It was to ensure that those truly hardworking and dedicated workers could have a secure job that would never be stolen again!"

Lin Yang suddenly raised his right hand and pointed directly at Sun Dashan and others in the crowd.

"Take these troublemakers who led the attack on national heavy factories and mines and stole strategic materials on the spot! If they resist, they will not be tolerated!"

"yes!"

The fierce warriors pounced on the crowd in an instant, like eagles snatching chicks, pinning Sun Dashan and the dozen or so thugs to the ground, and snapping the cold handcuffs shut.

Just then, a series of urgent police sirens suddenly came from the end of the street.

More than a dozen riot police cars from the Hanjiang City Public Security Bureau and several Audi sedans from the government arrived late.

Vice Governor Liu Tieming and the Public Security Bureau Chief emerged from the car, their foreheads covered in sweat.

When they saw the three large red flags at the factory gate, the menacing Central Guard soldiers, and Lin Yang standing on the jeep like a god, they were stunned.

Liu Tieming's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the asphalt road.

His meticulously planned scheme of "using someone else's knife to kill someone, using someone else's strength to fight back" turned into a noose that could take his life in the face of absolute power.

Lin Yang looked at the local officials who were scrambling over, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.

"President Lin...we're late. We'll clear the area right away..." Liu Tieming stammered, his face pale.

"Too late?" Lin Yang sneered as he got out of the jeep.

He strode up to Liu Tieming, and without saying a word, slapped Liu Tieming hard across the face!

Snapped!

The slap was crisp and loud, making Liu Tieming see stars, bleed from the corner of his mouth, and his face swell up instantly.

The thousands of people present, including the local police, were all dumbfounded.

A high-ranking deputy provincial-level official was slapped across the face by Lin Yang in front of thousands of people! This is an unprecedented and shocking scene in the entire history of the Republic's officialdom!

"Who do you think you are, daring to play this 'sitting on the sidelines and watching the tigers fight' trick in front of me?" Lin Yang took out a wet wipe, wiped his hands with disgust, and casually threw it at Liu Tieming's face.

"I've not only investigated the mess in your Hanjiang Province, but I've also uprooted your entire network of connections!"

Lin Yang turned to Shen Yan and said, "Show him the arrest warrant from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection."

Shen Yan immediately pulled out a document stamped with the top-secret seal of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection and slapped it directly onto Liu Tieming's chest.

"Liu Tieming is suspected of serious embezzlement and bribery, acting as a protector of organized crime, and deliberately sabotaging major national economic reforms. He is hereby placed under investigation! Taken away!"

Several security guards stepped forward and unceremoniously stripped Liu Tieming of his governor's coat, handcuffed him, and forced him into a Hongqi sedan.

A meticulously planned disturbance, a conspiracy by local officials.

Within ten minutes of Lin Yang's appearance, they were completely crushed, as if they were dry leaves.

Outside the main gate of the Hanjiang No. 3 Factory, it was so quiet that the only sound was the whistling of the wind blowing through the factory buildings.

Lin Yang turned around and walked back to Pei Yihong.

He looked at the fierce general whose face was covered in blood, yet who still stood ramrod straight.

Lin Yang reached out and patted Pei Yihong's shoulder heavily.

"Yi Hong." Lin Yang's voice echoed throughout the hall, "From today onwards, your knife, Pei Yi Hong, will be the knife of my Modern Reform and Development Committee!"

Lin Yang turned around, his gaze sweeping over all the local officials and workers present, and issued the strongest industrial declaration of the new era.

"Anyone who dares to stand in my way will have their head chopped off! No one can stop the heavy industry reform along the Han River! Those who follow will prosper, those who oppose will perish!"

After saying that, Lin Yang didn't look at the trembling local officials again.

He turned around, took Pei Yihong with him, and strode into the factory area of ​​Hanjiang Third Factory.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on their tall, straight backs, casting long shadows on the horizon.

Deepest part of the factory area.

Lin Yang stopped in front of a newly assembled 120,000-ton special cold-rolled steel production line that gleamed with an alluring metallic luster.

He reached out and gently stroked the cold, hard imported rolling mill bearing.

This machine will produce top-grade steel plates, essential for shipbuilding, tank construction, and bridge construction. This is the true foundation upon which this country can stand firm in the world.

Lin Yang turned his head and looked at Pei Yihong beside him, his eyes revealing a profound and heroic spirit that transcended history.

He clenched his right fist and slammed it down hard without hesitation on the green start button on the main control panel of the heavy rolling mill!

With Lin Yang's action, the entire modern assembly line, stretching for hundreds of meters, [continued to function].

It emitted a deafening roar, like an ancient behemoth awakening.

The rolling wheels, finally and irreversibly, crushed all the dust of the past and roared forward.

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The roaring sound, like a tsunami, reverberated within the huge, enclosed workshop.

That 120,000-ton cold-rolled steel production line, stretching hundreds of meters, resembled a steel dragon that had been fully awakened, with every gear and every drive shaft operating with an incredible interplay of precision and ferocity.

The dark red steel plates, after being pickled and rolled, emitted a deafening hissing sound amidst the huge cooling water mist.

When the first roll of cold-rolled steel, gleaming with a deep blue metallic luster and with a surface as smooth as a mirror, was steadily lifted from the end of the production line by a heavy robotic arm, a thunderous cheer erupted throughout the workshop.

The workers, who had just survived the life-or-death storm outside the factory gates, didn't even bother to wipe the soot and mud off their faces. They stared intently at the coil of cold-rolled steel, and many of the older workers' eyes welled up with tears.

As seasoned professionals who had spent their entire lives in the steel industry, they knew all too well the weight of this roll of steel.

The lumpy iron produced by the old blast furnaces of the former No. 3 Factory had a rough surface, contained many impurities, and would break easily under slight force. But this roll of cold-rolled steel in front of us has a uniform thickness down to the millimeter level, and its toughness and strength fully meet the standards for national defense and military industries.