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The night wind made the paper windows rustle.

Lu Qingshan pulled over the old military green canvas bag.

The metal buckle on the canvas bag was rusty, and he had to use a little force to pry it open.

He pulled a thick stack of roughly bound reports out of his bag.

The paper was yellowed and the edges were curled.

This is the annual transportation details and logistics ledger of Hongshi Forest Farm that he "borrowed" from the archives that afternoon.

Lin Xiulan pushed the half-finished shoe sole she was sewing to the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed).

She leaned over and smoothed out the curled edges of the report.

"Gao Jianjun blocked my gasoline approval form in the office today."

Lu Qingshan added a piece of firewood to the stove, and sparks shot up.

"They use official rhetoric about energy conservation, insisting on checking my monthly report for three to five days, and then claiming it exceeded the limit."

Lin Xiulan didn't reply, but spread out the stack of reports by month and team number.

The abacus was placed in front of her knees.

Redwood frame, black wood beads.

"It's a trick of the thief crying 'stop thief!'" She picked up her pencil and made two marks on the first page.

Lu Qingshan pulled out the fine steel hunting knife from under the kang mat.

He took a dry cloth and bent down to slowly wipe the blade.

The sounds of metal scraping and abacus beads clattering filled the room.

Lin Xiulan's fingers flew, and the abacus beads made a series of crisp sounds.

When I hit the middle, the wooden bead on the very edge got a little stiff and got stuck in the gap of the baffle.

With a gentle flick of her little finger, the bead snapped back into place.

"This accounting is interesting." She picked out a stack of receipts from March.

"What's wrong?" Lu Qingshan stopped what he was doing.

"Come and take a look at these, the second convoy of the forest farm, vehicles number three, five, and seven."

Lin Xiulan pushed a summary sheet over.

Lu Qingshan leaned closer to take a look.

The dense, blue ballpoint pen handwriting is a headache to look at.

"Fuel consumption." The pencil tip is pointing at the data on the right.

"The diesel consumption of these three Jiefang trucks per 100 kilometers in March was 30 percent higher than the average level of the fleet."

Lu Qingshan frowned, his gaze fixed on the number.

"It was still snowing heavily on the mountain in March."

He recalled the road conditions at Laoyagou.

"The muddy road made the wheels slip and spin, and with a truck full of red pine trees, it's normal for fuel consumption to be a bit high."

Lin Xiulan shook her head and drew a circle on the draft paper.

"Looking at fuel consumption alone, it can indeed be attributed to road conditions."

She pulled out the two expense reports at the back.

"What about the repair costs?"

She arranged the receipts side by side.

"These three cars have had their transmission gears and spark plugs replaced twice as many times as other cars."

Lu Qingshan paused, his hand holding the rag still.

"Used vehicle parts?" He continued down the line, following the excuse Gao Jianjun had given him.

"That's what I thought at first too."

Lin Xiulan pulled out another vehicle dispatch registration form.

"But these three vehicles had the highest frequency of trips in March."

She tapped the table with her pencil.

"The road conditions are poor, the vehicles are old and worn out, and the frequency of driving is also high."

"And guess what happened?"

Lin Xiulan stared into Lu Qingshan's eyes.

Lu Qingshan threw the rag aside.

"Not much wood was brought back."

Lin Xiulan nodded and opened the "Quarterly Logging Quota Summary Table".

This is the official ledger for the forest farm to record timber harvesting and storage.

She stacked the quota summary sheet and the vehicle dispatch slip together.

The Zhonghua brand pencil quickly wrote a series of equations on the paper.

Multiplication sign, division sign, equal sign.

The handwriting is elegant, yet it exudes a sharp edge.

"Based on the number of trips on the dispatch slip, if these three trucks are fully loaded, they should be able to bring back at least 400 cubic meters of red pine."

The pencil tip jabbed hard at the page where the master inventory was registered.

"Only one hundred cubic meters have been stored here."

She looked up.

"The remaining three hundred cubic meters vanished into thin air."

The room fell silent.

Only the firewood in the stove made occasional crackling sounds.

Lu Qingshan felt a chill run down his spine.

Three hundred cubic meters of red pine.

On the black market, this is by no means a small amount.

In this era where having ten thousand yuan is enough to make you feel powerful and influential.

This is a huge sum of money, enough to cost ten people their lives.

"Was it unloaded at a transfer station along the way?"

Lu Qingshan posed one last question.

Lin Xiulan gave a cold laugh.

"That's the most brilliant part of this set of accounts."

She pulled out a toll reimbursement form for a vehicle bound for the provincial capital.

"In March, the forest farm did not have any approval documents for transporting large quantities of timber to the provincial capital."

"But these three vehicles reimbursed six tollbooth tickets on national highways."

All the clues came together at that moment.

Frequent vehicle use results in alarming fuel consumption and significant wear and tear on parts.

The car was indeed running day and night.

However, it wasn't running on the forest farm's internal transport line.

Instead, they were operating on a smuggling route, reselling timber to other provinces.

The forestry bureau provides oil, vehicles, maintenance fees, and timber.

All the money went into Gao Jianjun's pocket.

This is a perfect example of "getting something for nothing".

The books recorded the loss and rejection of substandard timber.

Those below turned a blind eye.

Gao Jianjun used the energy-saving card to control the oil consumption of the entire venue.

He then turned around and poured all the saved gasoline and diesel into his truck used for smuggling timber.

The arrogant and bureaucratic manner Gao Jianjun displayed in his office today now seems utterly ridiculous.

"Cut more and report less."

Lu Qingshan uttered these four words.

The blade reflected the dim light of the light bulb onto his face.

Why did Gao Jianjun refuse to let go of those three trucks that were destined for scrap?

This is not just a means of transportation, it's an armored truck.

Without those three vehicles, his smuggling business was crippled.

Desperate, Gao Jianjun colluded with Yu Bo to set up roadblocks outside.

Cut off Lu Qingshan's source of income from mountain products, drive him out of the forest farm, and take back the vehicle.

"These accounts look fine on paper."

Lin Xiulan picked up the awl from the thread basket and poked a hole in the corner of the problematic documents.

"Check them separately; each item has a policy explanation."

She threaded a thick cotton thread and sewed the small stack of receipts together.

"The county auditors are here, and they won't be able to figure out the ins and outs of this place in a short time."

Lu Qingshan watched her skillful movements.

"But he met you."

Lin Xiulan bit off the end of the thread.

"Things on an abacus cannot be faked."

She handed over the bound booklet.

"It's all here."

"Vehicle dispatch records, fuel expense reports, repair receipts, plus warehouse entry details."

These dozen or so sheets of paper are now sharper than the hunting knife in my hand.

Lu Qingshan reached out and took the booklet.

The sound of paper rubbing together was somewhat jarring in the quiet room.

He casually flipped to the first page.

Gao Jianjun's flamboyant signature stood out starkly below.

This old fellow has been in officialdom for over a decade, and he's adept at transferring benefits without leaving a trace.

No matter how tight the net is, it cannot prevent logical flaws in the data itself.

"daughter in law."

Lu Qingshan closed the booklet.

"You've got him by the nose."

Lin Xiulan was tidying up the papers on the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Suspicion alone cannot convict someone."

She looked up and reminded her.

"Caught red-handed."

Lu Qingshan tucked the booklet into his pocket and pressed it against his chest.

The night wind outside grew stronger, carrying the chill unique to spring nights.

There must be other people in the forest farm who are with Gao Jianjun.

Li Jianye is one, and the logistics department and warehouse must also have informants.

If you take this directly to report it, Gao Jianjun will get wind of it and burn down the warehouse, leaving no way to prove anything.

"Strike the snake at its vital point."

Lu Qingshan picked up the knife and sheathed it.

"Isn't he holding me back from getting my fuel approval?"

"I'll make sure he can't even find a bowl to steal food from."

Lu Qingshan pressed his hand against the booklet on his chest.

This was not only Gao Jianjun's death warrant, but also his bargaining chip for gaining a foothold in the forest farm.

We must uproot this chain of vested interests.

Get rid of a deputy director.

The state-owned assets of the forest farm should be reorganized.

Lu Qingshan walked to the window and looked at the dark mountain shadows outside.

"They dare to treat public property as easy prey."

His cold, hard face was reflected in the glass.

"You have to be prepared to have all your teeth knocked out."

Lin Xiulan came out of the kitchen carrying a basin of water.

"Wash your face and go to bed early, you have to go to the forest farm to continue working tomorrow."

Lu Qingshan turned around.

He pressed down on the book of receipts, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.