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Yu Bo locked himself in his study for an entire night.

The ashtray was already full.

The cigarette butts were piled up into a small mountain, and a few were even stubbed out on the expensive mahogany desk, leaving ugly charred marks.

The thick stack of documents stamped with bright red seals on the corner of the table were payment reminders from provincial authorities and ultimatums from banks.

Eighty-seven thousand yuan.

These numbers were like steel nails, hammered into his brain one by one.

His once-proud network of connections was completely paralyzed overnight.

Yesterday afternoon, he dialed the phone numbers of several "brother units" in the county with a forced smile.

The person on the other end of the phone, who used to call me "Brother Yu" so affectionately, now had a slurred voice.

"Hey? Lao Yu? What's up? Ugh, my signal's bad here, I'll talk to you later..."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The other party hung up very quickly, as if afraid of contracting some kind of plague.

Many more people simply couldn't get through on the phone.

He put down the receiver, picked it up, and put it down again.

The tea beside him had long since gone cold. He picked it up and took a sip. The icy tea slid down his throat and into his stomach.

money.

He needs money.

His gaze fell on the safe, and he walked over and opened it with trembling hands.

Inside is the land deed for a food factory.

He picked up the land deed, his fingers tracing the words "Red Star Food Factory" on it, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

This is his root, the culmination of half a lifetime of effort.

But now, this one is rotten.

The news about the "poisonous mountain products" spread faster than the wind. Although the newspapers did not name names, who in the whole county did not know about it?

Who would dare to take on this project at a time like this?

The banks' access has been completely blocked.

Yu Bo even had a fleeting thought: loan sharking.

He opened the drawer and pulled out a matchbox from the bottom, on which a phone number was scrawled in pencil.

That belonged to a figure in the underworld in the county.

He stared at the string of numbers, reached out his hand, and just as his fingertips touched the matchbox, he abruptly pulled it back.

He saw his hands trembling.

Do not touch.

That stuff is more poisonous than poison; it can swallow a person whole, skin and bones.

They'll never be able to turn their lives around!

Yu Bo slumped back into his chair and buried his face in his hands.

It’s over.

It's really over.

Just as he was preparing to accept his fate of factory bankruptcy and disgrace, the phone on the table suddenly rang sharply.

"Ring—Ring—"

Yu Bo's body jolted.

Is it the bank pressuring us for help? Or is it someone kicking us when we're down?

The phone kept ringing, one call after another.

He eventually picked up the receiver.

"Feed".

His voice was hoarse and lifeless.

"Is...is this Factory Manager Yu?"

On the other end of the phone was a cautious, hesitant male voice.

Yu Bo frowned; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"I am."

"Factory manager... do you remember me? I'm Old Sun from the purchasing department."

Old Sun?

Yu Bo went through the memory in his mind and remembered. It was that old purchasing agent who was about to retire. A few years ago, when his wife was hospitalized, he had casually approved a note for him to get some canned goods from the factory warehouse.

It's a small favor.

"What is it?" Yu Bo's tone remained indifferent.

"Factory manager, I... I just wanted to ask... are you having some trouble?" Old Sun stammered on the other end of the line.

Yu Bo sneered inwardly; so they were here to see him make a fool of himself too.

"It's okay, I'm fine." He was about to hang up.

"Factory manager! Don't hang up!" Old Sun cried out anxiously, his voice rising several decibels. "I...I heard something, I don't know...I don't know if it will be of any use to you."

"I'm just... just repaying that favor you did back then."

Yu Bo's hand holding the phone paused.

"explain."

"You know Su Haiming, the big boss from the south who came to the county to buy the best goods a couple of days ago?"

Yu Bo knew this, of course. He wanted to use his connections to get in touch with this person, but they completely ignored him.

"My husband works at the supply and marketing cooperative. I heard that he complained to Manager Zhao at the cooperative that he didn't see the one thing he wanted most during this trip to Northeast China."

"He said... he'd buy it from anyone who could get their hands on the genuine article, even at ten times the original price!"

Yu Bo's breathing became heavy and labored.

He subconsciously lowered his voice, his throat feeling a little dry.

"What is it?"

On the other end of the phone, Old Sun's voice was even lower, almost as if he were whispering.

"Purple flowers...wild ginseng."

These five words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Yu Bo's chaotic mind.

He knew the significance of this thing better than anyone else.

That's a legend from Changbai Mountain, the true king of ginseng! Not to mention the purple flowers, even a decent-quality fifth-grade leaf is enough to buy a building!

Theoretically, it is possible for such a creature to exist in the old forests surrounding Hongshi County.

However, that thing is spiritually connected and extremely difficult to find; it is truly priceless and unavailable.

Tenfold price difference...

These four words were like a red-hot branding iron, searing his heart.

"Is the information accurate?" Yu Bo's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"Absolutely true! My wife heard it with her own ears. When the boss left, he left a message saying he would come back before the New Year, and anyone with goods should go to the county guesthouse to find him!"

"Factory manager, I... that's all I know. You can decide for yourself."

"beep……"

Old Sun hung up the phone quickly, as if afraid of getting into trouble.

Yu Bo remained in the position of answering the phone, not moving for a long time.

The study was deathly silent.

He could hear his heart pounding wildly.

He slowly put down the phone, stood up, and began pacing back and forth in the study.

One step, two steps...

The floorboards creaked softly.

The risks are enormous.

This kind of thing is extremely rare and hard to come by. If he gets a fake or can't get one at all, he'll be completely ruined.

But the profits...

The returns were equally astonishing!

Just one order, that's all!

Forget about the 87,000 yuan fine, he could even turn his life around immediately! He could even have a large sum of money left over to make a comeback!

His steps quickened, and his breathing became heavier.

In my mind, the stack of payment reminders and the image of "wild ginseng" were locked in a fierce battle.

Take a gamble!

Fight!

Ultimately, the gambler's madness completely overwhelmed the last shred of reason.

Yu Bo suddenly stopped in his tracks, a terrifying light flashing in his eyes.

He wants to gamble!

However, he had no stakes.

To acquire this level of top-tier goods, you need to invest several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan; otherwise, you won't even make a dent.

His mind was filled with the image of Lu Qingshan's young yet calm face.

Those three trucks drove into the provincial capital.

Jealousy and resentment, like two venomous snakes, instantly coiled around his heart, gnawing at it relentlessly.

Why should I?!

Why should a peasant like him have so much money?

Why should I be driven to my death by this 87,000 yuan!

Yu Bo's face was contorted with extreme hatred.

He rushed to the desk and yanked open the bottom drawer.

His hands rummaged around inside.

Finally, his fingertips touched a string of cold metal.

He took out a bunch of keys and a copper seal wrapped in red cloth.

This is the spare key to the finance office of the food factory.

He gripped the keys and the company seal tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

There was one last sum of money left in the factory's accounts.

That was a reserve fund set aside for purchasing raw materials after spring.

It was the factory's last lifeline.

He wants to use this public fund as a gamble to turn things around!

……

As Yu Bo pushes his own fate toward the precipice.

Hongshitun, Lujia.

The room was warm and cozy with a fire burning in the walls, and the bright kerosene lamp illuminated everything on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Lin Xiulan was sitting cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Before her lay bundles of brand-new "Great Unity" bills.

One bundle, two bundles, three bundles... a total of more than ninety bundles.

She was holding a small notebook, head down, carefully counting the bundles one by one.

Lu Qingshan, Old Master Lu, Lu Changgui, and Wang Guifen stood around, watching intently.