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Lu Qingshan returned home at noon the next day.

The moment he pushed open the courtyard gate, the smell on him—a mixture of rotten wood and strange herbs that had lingered in the warehouse all night—was largely dispelled by the crisp, cold wind of early spring.

When Wang Guifen and Lu Changgui saw their son return, they finally felt relieved and surrounded him with questions, which he brushed off with a few words.

Lin Xiulan silently brought a basin of hot water, let him wash his face, and then pulled him to sit down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

A bowl of meat porridge that had been warming in the pot was brought out.

The porridge was cooked until very soft, with a thick layer of rice oil, and sprinkled with a layer of bright green scallions.

Lu Qingshan was indeed hungry and tired. He picked up the bowl and ate it all in a few big mouthfuls.

Lin Xiulan took the empty bowl and gently wiped away a fine layer of sweat from his forehead.

Her fingers were slightly cool, but her movements were very gentle.

"You must be exhausted."

"It's alright." Lu Qingshan looked at her, and the fatigue in his eyes dissipated a little.

After finishing her porridge, Lin Xiulan turned around, opened the cabinet door, and took out a stack of things.

There were brand-new account books, as well as a thick stack of receipts and tickets filled with writing.

Lu Qingshan raised an eyebrow.

"Qingshan, you've been busy with factory matters these past few days, and I haven't had a moment's rest either."

Lin Xiulan sat opposite him, her back ramrod straight.

Under the dim light, her eyes were clear and bright, devoid of her usual shyness and timidity, replaced by an undeniable certainty.

She pulled out a handwritten summary sheet from a pile of receipts and placed a mahogany abacus beside her.

"I asked Manager Zhao from the supply and marketing cooperative for help."

She spoke, her voice steady and clear.

"Under the pretext of year-end reconciliation, he obtained the original copies of all of Yu Bo's recent bulk purchase invoices from the food factory's accountant."

"I went to the county credit union before, and I met a sister there. I asked her to secretly check the recent large financial transactions of the food factory for me."

Lu Qingshan's hand, which was about to pick up the teacup, froze in mid-air.

He looked at his wife, a surge of emotion welling up inside him.

He only knew she was smart and good at accounting, but he never expected that she had already begun to understand how to use personal connections and relationships to weave her own intelligence network.

Lin Xiulan did not notice his expression.

Her entire being was absorbed in those numbers.

"Based on these receipts, Yu Bo spent nearly 20,000 yuan on buying low-quality wild ginseng from individual sellers."

"He resold that money to a businessman from Guangdong, and on paper, he made a profit of ten thousand."

"But right now, he's going on a buying spree in villages and hamlets at prices at least 20% higher than the market price."

Her slender fingers pressed heavily on a line of numbers on the summary sheet.

"I made a rough estimate based on the quantities released by his purchasing agents."

"He's invested all of the 10,000 he earned, plus the previous 20,000."

"Yu Bo must be short of money, which is why he's operating so recklessly."

"Otherwise, he could have simply paid the provincial capital fine and continued operating steadily."

Lin Xiulan raised her head and looked intently at Lu Qingshan.

It was as if a fire was burning in her eyes.

"He's just an empty shell now, all show and no substance."

"The cash flow is stretched tighter than a bowstring."

"Our people have bought up all the high-quality ginseng available on the market that can be exposed to sunlight. Those who want good quality ginseng have no choice but to come to us."

"His money can only be spent now, it can't be sold, and it can't come in."

"I've calculated it. By next week at the latest, his funds will be completely tied up, and even if he uses public funds, it won't last long."

"By then, the bank wouldn't be able to lend him money because he hadn't paid the fine. His only option was to borrow money on the black market, robbing Peter to pay Paul!"

Lu Qingshan put down his teacup, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He looked at Lin Xiulan in front of him as if he were seeing her for the first time.

In his past life, he only knew her as virtuous and kind, who gave him his last bit of warmth when he was down on his luck.

He was reborn and vowed to give her a good life and make her the happiest woman in the world.

He gave her money, gave her a status, and gave her a home.

He thought he was protecting her, that he was holding up the sky for her.

But he only realized it now.

She is not a vine that needs to rely on a big tree to grow.

She herself is a thriving tree, capable of standing on her own.

"So..." Lu Qingshan's voice was a little dry.

"So we can't wait for him to borrow the money!"

Lin Xiulan interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

She took the initiative to reveal her entire plan.

"I have compiled a list of all the merchants and business owners in the county who can come up with a large amount of cash within one or two days."

"We must get there before him!"

"Cut off all his paths!"

Her last words were spoken with unwavering resolve, carrying a ruthlessness that chilled even Lu Qingshan to the bone.

Is this still the same Lin Xiulan who would blush and lower her head when she saw him at the village entrance?

A surge of emotion, a mixture of shock, pride, and ecstasy, welled up in Lu Qingshan's heart.

He reached over the kang table and grabbed her hand that was holding the account book.

Her hands were a little cold, but her knuckles turned slightly white from the force she exerted.

"Xiulan".

He spoke solemnly, word by word.

"In this home and this factory, you are the true female manager."

"You can rest assured and handle this matter."

I believe you.

Lin Xiulan's body trembled slightly.

She raised her eyes and looked into Lu Qingshan's unfathomable eyes.

There was not a trace of doubt in it, only complete trust and letting go.

She nodded slowly but firmly.

"it is good."

Then, she took out a small notebook, about the size of a palm, with a cover wrapped in blue cloth.

It's full of names, relationships, and even personal preferences and weaknesses.

"Boss Qian from the east end of the county is a notorious miser in the county, never spending a penny. But what he values ​​most is his reputation."

"Zhang the fat man at the grain and oil shop on South Street is a gambler and has recently accumulated a lot of debt."

"Ma San from the West Suburbs Coal Mine had a grudge against Yu Bo. Years ago, Yu Bo tricked him for a deputy section chief position."

……

Lu Qingshan stared at the small notebook, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

His wife, without his knowledge, had already memorized the entire business district of the county.

Lin Xiulan's finger stopped on the first page of the notebook, on the first name.

Boss Qian.

That miser.

"Let's start with him."

Lin Xiulan's lips curled into a sly smile that Lu Qingshan had never seen before.

"I've already spoken to Manager Zhao, who works under him."

"Tomorrow, Manager Zhao will 'casually' mention at the supply and marketing cooperative's cadre meeting that people from the provincial foreign trade company are investigating the food factory."

"He would also 'inadvertently' reveal that our Xiushan Industrial has a large quantity of top-quality goods and that we are about to sign a huge order with a major factory in the provincial capital before the end of the year."

"These words will reach Boss Qian's ears within half a day."

She looked up at Lu Qingshan, her eyes shining brightly.

"Given a mud house that's about to collapse and a golden house that's being built into a skyscraper, I believe he knows which to choose."