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"Sign the contract if you want, or get out if you can't wait. Your men aren't stupid; all you're doing here is arguing for more money. Now that Longlin has taken over Shuntong Logistics, it's no longer the same Shuntong." Lin Feng stared into his eyes. "If you want to take a few people with you, fine, I won't force you to stay. But you need to think carefully about whether any of them are willing to gamble with you. If you lose this job, who will pay your mortgage? Will you pay it for them?"

He Rui's lips trembled; this was indeed the truth.

He glanced back at the drivers behind him. Those brothers who had been echoing him just moments before were now all bowing their heads, none daring to meet his gaze.

Kui Zi took half a step forward and stood beside Lin Feng. He did nothing, just stood there. If Lin Feng hadn't stopped him, he would have kicked him long ago and wasted no time talking to him.

He Rui's face turned bright red.

After about ten seconds, he suddenly ripped off his work badge and threw it on the ground. "Fine! You've got guts, kid! I'll see how you drive without me!"

He turned and strode out of the parking lot.

After walking a dozen steps, he turned around and shouted into the crowd, "Old Zhao, Old Qian, come with me! This kid doesn't know his place, we're not going to put up with him!"

Two middle-aged drivers in the crowd hesitated for a moment. Old Zhao took half a step, but was stopped by Old Qian next to him. Old Qian shook his head and said something in a low voice. Old Zhao's expression changed several times, but in the end he remained standing still.

Nobody wants to lose their job.

He Rui stared wide-eyed at his two apprentices who had followed him for over a decade. "You—"

No one speaks.

He Rui's face went from anger to disbelief, and finally to an indescribable sense of desolation. He spat on the ground, turned, and left.

Silence fell over the parking lot. About twenty drivers stood in the morning light; some looked down at their canvas shoes, while others stole glances at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng stepped forward and stepped on He Rui's employee badge.

"Is anyone else leaving?"

No one answered.

"Okay." Lin Feng handed the folder to Kui Zi. "Since no one's leaving, let's continue the meeting. I've had the details of the performance evaluation plan posted in the break room. If you don't understand anything, just come to my office and ask me. From now on, we'll eat and work together."

After He Rui left, the atmosphere in the parking lot visibly relaxed.

Old Qian volunteered, saying he had been driving long-distance routes for twelve years and knew the routes well, so he could temporarily take over He Rui's shift.

Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder, handed him the day's schedule, and told him to take his brothers to ship the two truckloads of goods that had been piling up.

Over the next few days, Lin Feng had Kui Zi pull up all of Shuntong Logistics' accounts from the past three years and check them one by one.

He was unaware of the extent of the problem until he investigated; the issues he uncovered were far more serious than he had anticipated.

He Rui worked at Shuntong for fifteen years, rising from a regular driver to a team leader, managing more than a dozen people and vehicles.

Over the years, he abused his position to falsify fuel consumption, embezzle freight fees, and resell company tires and parts, with the total amount involved exceeding 600,000 yuan.

The most outrageous incident occurred at the end of last year.

Tianlong Group had a batch of hardware parts to be shipped to the provincial capital. After He Rui accepted the order, he privately contacted an individual transporter, accepted the goods at Shuntong's contract price, and then subcontracted them to that individual transporter at a price 30% lower than the contract price.

The price difference of nearly 50,000 yuan went entirely into his own pocket. Meanwhile, because the individual business owner's vehicle lacked refrigeration equipment, the hardware parts became damp and rusted during transport, leading to customer rejection. Shuntong not only had to compensate for the freight costs but also for the damaged goods.

He Rui shifted the blame to a young driver who had just joined the company, saying that the dispatcher had made a mistake. The young driver was framed and fired, and was not even paid his wages before leaving.

Lin Feng asked the young driver to come back.

Kui Zi spent several days finding the man at a construction site in the north of the city. The young man's surname was Sun, he was 23 years old, and he had been driving for Shuntong for two years. After being fired, he couldn't find a proper job and could only work as a bricklayer at the construction site.

After Xiao Sun arrived, he told Lin Feng about what had happened that day. Lin Feng then instructed the finance department to reimburse him for the deducted wages, including interest, and to let him continue working in the transportation team.

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Sun signed the contract and got into the car that afternoon.

With Xiao Sun's testimony and the loopholes in the accounts, the nature of the matter changed from an internal dispute to suspected embezzlement.

Lin Feng organized the evidence and had Kui Zi contact a lawyer. After reviewing the materials, the lawyer said that the chain of evidence in this case was complete, there was no problem in filing a criminal case, and suggested going directly to the judicial process.

Two weeks later, the court summons was delivered to He Rui's home. He Rui was playing mahjong in a card room in the north of the city when he received the summons. The call came from his wife, who said that the court officials had just left and there was a summons on the coffee table.

He Rui slammed the mahjong tiles in his hand onto the table and went home with a livid face.

Lin Feng did not attend the court hearing in person, leaving his lawyer to represent him. In court, He Rui continued to argue that he had only "borrowed" company resources and that the money had been used for the fleet operation, and that he had not embezzled a single penny.

But when the lawyer matched the timing of his large bank deposits with the discrepancies in the fleet's accounts, He Rui was speechless. His wife, sitting in the audience, crossed her arms and looked even more distressed than him.

When the judge delivered the final verdict, He Rui's legs went weak. He was found guilty of embezzlement and sentenced to two years in prison, suspended for one year, and ordered to return all illegal gains.

After the verdict was announced, as the bailiffs took He Rui away, He Rui glanced back at the gallery. None of his old buddies were there.

Old Qian had a truckload of goods to take to the provincial capital today. When he was loading the truck this morning, someone asked him why he wasn't going to the court hearing. Old Qian replied while tying the cargo ropes, "I don't know him well."

After He Rui was formally sentenced, no one in the team ever mentioned the 20% pay raise again.

The new performance evaluation scheme was implemented more smoothly than expected. Lao Qian was promoted to acting team leader, and Xiao Sun worked harder than anyone else after returning to his post.

At the end of the month, the performance was calculated for the first time according to the new plan. The driver who made the most trips received nearly 9,000 yuan, which was almost 2,000 yuan more than before.

After the news spread, several other teams that were still observing also accepted Dragonscale's acquisition terms.

That afternoon, Lin Feng called Sister Hong from Shuntong's office and gave her a general overview of the case filing and judgment. He said that things were basically stable on the trucking side, and the next step was to acquire the repair shop in the east of the city that they had previously discussed and integrate it into Longlin's logistics sector, which would significantly reduce maintenance costs.

Hongjie agreed, saying she had already arranged to meet the owner of the repair shop this weekend to discuss the matter.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng leaned back in the old swivel chair in his office and looked out the window at the neatly arranged trucks in the parking lot below.

The roar of the engine and the smell of diesel fuel mingled together and poured in through the open windows.