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The hangover headache felt like a dull, rusty hammer, drilling into Yu Bo's temples.

Last night's banquet, all those flattering words and beautiful fantasies about the future, have now turned into a sticky mess, stuck in his head.

"Bang, bang bang!"

A series of urgent and forceful knocks on the door broke his daze.

This voice doesn't sound like someone from my family.

"Who is it! Attending a funeral so early in the morning!"

Yu Bo got out of bed cursing, thinking it was some clueless subordinate from the factory reporting some trivial matter again.

A cold morning breeze blew in.

Yu Bo shuddered, sobering up halfway.

At the entrance stood a middle-aged man dressed in a sharp Zhongshan suit.

Behind the man was a black Volga sedan, which looked like a silent steel behemoth in the early morning of the county town in the 1980s.

Beside the car were several jeeps and a few unfamiliar faces carrying briefcases with serious expressions.

It's He Bin.

He Bin, deputy director of the provincial foreign trade company.

Yu Bo's mind went blank.

All the hangovers and frustrations vanished in that instant.

He was stunned for a full three seconds.

Then, a flattered, almost fawning smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Oh dear! Director He... Director He!"

"Why did you come in person! This...this is truly...this is an honor to our humble abode!"

As he spoke, he frantically straightened his wrinkled collar.

"Look at you, you didn't even give me a heads-up before you came, so I could have met you at the county crossroads!"

There wasn't a trace of a smile on He Bin's face.

His gaze swept past Yu Bo and swept over the leftovers in the courtyard that had not yet been cleaned up.

That gaze was like a scalpel, chilling to the bone.

"Director Yu."

He Bin's voice was businesslike, devoid of any emotion.

"I came here on the orders of my superiors."

He paused, each word seeming to be carved out of ice.

"I was responsible for collecting that batch of top-grade wild ginseng on behalf of Hong Kong businessmen."

"This is a matter of great importance; the goods must be inspected and handed over on-site."

As he finished speaking, a young man behind him opened his briefcase and took out an official letter stamped with a bright red seal.

From the other direction, the rear door of the Volga sedan opened.

Su Haiming, wearing a woolen overcoat and sunglasses, slowly walked down the street.

He didn't look at Yu Bo, but only looked up at the two-story villa of the Yu family, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

Yu Bo's heart began to pound.

On-site handover!

These four words were like a thunderclap, exploding in his mind.

What does this mean?

This means the money has arrived!

The huge sum of money that could bring him back from the dead and allow him to trample Lu Qingshan under his feet has arrived!

He straightened up instantly, all the discomfort from the hangover washed away by this immense joy.

He felt like he had become the powerful Factory Director Yu who once held sway in Hongshi County.

"No problem! Of course, no problem!"

Yu Bo waved his hand, his voice loud and clear, full of confidence.

"Director He, don't worry! The goods are ready!"

He turned to the side, made a "please" gesture, and couldn't hide his smugness.

"Let me tell you, this shipment is absolutely a once-in-a-century masterpiece!"

"I guarantee it will open the eyes of you and Boss Su!"

The road to the warehouse is not long.

Yu Bo walked as if he were an emperor inspecting his empire.

He walked at the front, boasting with spittle flying everywhere.

"To be honest, Director He, it's Boss Su!"

He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone behind him could hear him.

"I really went all out to assemble this batch of goods!"

"I've monopolized the entire ginseng market around Changbai Mountain, covering a radius of miles!"

He held up one finger and waved it triumphantly.

"Right now, in the entire Hongshi County, apart from my place, Yu Bo, you can't find a single decent wild ginseng!"

He was completely unaware that his boastful words, made to show off, had already written the most accurate judgment on his future fate.

Following behind, Su Haiming's eyes, behind his sunglasses, flashed with undisguised mockery.

He Bin's steps remained steady.

He listened, nodding occasionally, but his eyes grew increasingly cold.

He recalled the meaningful phone call Guo Haipeng from the provincial capital's health product factory had made to him two days earlier.

"Old He, let's go to Hongshi County to see a good show."

He then recalled what Su Haiming had said on the phone.

"Damn it, this time I'll show you what it means to dig your own grave."

He Bin spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but clearly overpowering Yu Bo's boasting.

"Oh?"

"So, you're saying you're guaranteeing the quality of this batch of goods, Factory Manager?"

Yu Bo was in high spirits and, without thinking, patted his chest and responded loudly.

"certainly!"

"I, Yu Bo, guarantee this with my position as factory manager and with my reputation built up over decades!"

He led the group to the door of the warehouse he regarded as a treasure trove, which was secured with three large locks.

He took out his key, stepped forward to unlock the door himself, and uttered his final boast as he did so.

"What if there's even the slightest problem with this batch of goods!"

"I'll twist my head off and use it as a chamber pot for you!"

"Click, click, click."

Three crisp sounds.

The lock is open.

Yu Bo forcefully pulled open the heavy iron door.

A rich, unique fragrance, a blend of earth and medicinal herbs, wafted towards us.

In the center of the warehouse, the large black leather trunk that had been brought back from the guesthouse was solemnly placed on a table covered with a red cloth.

Next to it, there were also some loose goods, packed in sacks, that had been acquired later.

Yu Gaoyang also rushed over upon hearing the news.

He stood to the side, his hair slicked back, wearing a brand-new leather jacket, looking quite smug.

He looked at He Bin, at Su Haiming, and at the technicians carrying their equipment.

He felt that the most glorious moment of his life was about to arrive.

He Bin didn't waste any unnecessary words.

He simply raised his chin and nodded to an expert behind him who was wearing white gloves and carrying a silver metal toolbox.

"Let's begin."

His voice, in the empty warehouse, carried an unquestionable command.

"Start by inspecting the best box."

The expert was about fifty years old, with gray hair and a serious expression.

Without saying a word, he walked to the red cloth table.

All eyes were on him.

Yu Bo held his breath, his face flushed with anticipation.

Yu Gaoyang straightened his chest and raised his chin high.

The experts did not open the box immediately.

He first took out a piece of snow-white velvet cloth from the toolbox and carefully laid it on another empty table next to him.

Then, he stretched out his white-gloved hands and gently opened the leather suitcase that carried all the hopes of the Yu family.

"hiss--"

The moment the lid was lifted, even the experienced staff behind He Bin couldn't help but gasp.

A whole box of perfectly sized wild ginseng, each with a unique shape, lay quietly on a red cloth.

The visual impact was simply too stunning.

A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across the expert's face.

He carefully took out the largest, best-shaped, and longest-rooted ginseng from inside, which Yu Bo regarded as the "King of Ginseng."

He gently placed the "King of Ginseng" on the worktable covered with a white cloth.

Yu Bo's heart was in his throat.

He saw the expert take out a small, gleaming object from his toolbox.

The expert raised his knife and aimed it at the thickest part of the "King of Ginseng".