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At the foot of the broken brick wall in the No. 2 factory area in the western suburbs, Scarface Liu squatted down, clutching a hexagonal steel pipe wrapped in black tape tightly in his hand.

The fat man and the waiter behind him were panting heavily, their cotton-padded jackets soaked with sweat.

"Brother Liu, what exactly is Brother Shan thinking?"

The fat man leaned his head closer, his voice trembling violently.

"That skinny kid just delivered a letter, clearly stating that Gao Jianjun is going to stuff Mongolian goods into our factory tonight."

"They've cleared out all the guards at the front and back gates, not even leaving a single guard dog."

"Isn't this like washing your own neck clean and then sending it to someone else's guillotine?"

Scarface Liu turned around, spat, and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

"When has Brother Shan ever made a mistake?"

"Squat down when I tell you to. No matter what you see or hear, nobody's allowed to move an inch until the whistle blows!"

Despite his harsh words, Scarface Liu's heart was pounding.

This was too risky.

Gao Jianjun's move was aimed at killing people.

If someone is caught hoarding or reselling top-grade old red pine trees allocated by the central government, it's a matter of life and death.

If they actually let the truck into the factory area and impound the goods in the warehouse, the county bureau and the inspection team will block the gate at daybreak, and they won't be able to get away with it even if they jump into a pot of boiling water.

"Buzz—"

The muffled sound of a motor came from the direction of the distant wasteland.

They kept their voices very low, not even daring to turn on the headlights, and drove along the dry, barren meadow under the pale moonlight.

Scarface Liu's back hair stood on end.

coming!

Two old Liberation trucks, like large iron coffins traveling at night, backed straight in through the large gap in the back wall that had long since collapsed.

The wheels crunched over the coal dust and dry mud, making a creaking sound.

As soon as the truck came to a stop, the driver's cab door and the rear bed door opened at the same time.

Seven or eight burly men, their faces covered with black cloth and wearing Lei Feng hats, nimbly jumped off the vehicle.

The leader was burly and quick, shouting at the back of the vehicle in a low voice.

"Hurry up and get moving!"

"Make sure the plank is secure, then roll it straight into abandoned warehouse number three!"

"Manager Gao said that all the goods must be unloaded before dawn, and the trucks must be driven to another county overnight to settle accounts, leaving no loose ends!"

Scarface Liu hid behind the gap in the earthen wall, staring intently at the group of people.

Although the leader spoke in a low voice, he could hear him clearly; it was Ma San, a trusted subordinate of Sun Jianguo, the deputy head of the security department.

"Clang!"

Two thick hardwood planks were placed on the carriage floor.

With a dull thud, the first large piece of material rolled down the chute from the truck bed.

The moment the log hit the ground, the frozen soil beneath Scarface Liu's feet trembled.

With the help of the reflection from the snow, you can see that the piece of wood is as thick as a water bucket, and its cross-section has a dark red natural sheen.

The worst part was that the section of the log that should have been stamped with the red seal of the Forestry Bureau was completely chopped to pieces by the axe, leaving only fresh, uncut bare wood.

Scarface Liu felt a surge of anger rush to his head, and his eyes immediately turned bloodshot.

"Fuck Gao Jianjun, he really dares to do that..."

The fat man was so anxious that he kept grabbing the ground and whimpering in a tearful voice.

"Brother Liu! This is a top-grade red pine tree! If it gets dug up by dawn, none of the dozens of people in our factory will survive!"

"We can't wait any longer!"

Scarface Liu gripped the steel pipe so tightly it made a cracking sound.

"Fatty, waiter, grab your weapons!"

"Let's rush out and pin these bastards down right in front of the car, then seize the car and all the people inside!"

"Once caught red-handed, that bastard Gao Jianjun won't be able to deny it!"

Scarface Liu suddenly exerted force with his feet, about to leap out from behind the earthen wall, when a hand silently landed on his shoulder.

The hand was large and cold, with a force as strong as a clamp made of cast iron, which forcefully pressed Scarface Liu's sprawled body back into the pit.

Scarface Liu was terrified and reached back to swing the steel pipe.

"it's me."

Two calm, indifferent words echoed softly in the shadows.

Scarface Liu recognized the man's face, and his hand holding the steel pipe suddenly stopped, abruptly pulling it back.

"Brother Qingshan?!"

Scarface Liu was so anxious that veins were bulging on his forehead, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the flesh on his cheeks was trembling.

"Brother! Why are you so late!"

"Look outside, there are two whole truckloads of unmarked, state-issued old red pine trees!"

"Gao Jianjun has put a noose around our necks!"

"Let's act now. We outnumber them. Let's impound Ma San and his gang, car and all, in the backyard. That way, we can overturn this case!"

"If we let them unload the goods and leave, the police will come knocking on our door tomorrow morning, catching us red-handed, and we won't even have a chance to defend ourselves!"

Lu Qingshan stood in the shadows, his face calm and expressionless.

He didn't look at the agitated Scarface Liu, but slowly raised his right hand and gently gestured with his index finger in front of his lips.

"Lower your head."

Lu Qingshan's voice wasn't loud, but it was as deep and resonant as an old red pine tree on a mountain.

Scarface Liu opened his mouth, a mouthful of anger stuck in his throat, but looking into Lu Qingshan's unfathomable eyes, he didn't dare to utter another sound and slumped down again in frustration.

Lu Qingshan lowered his eyes and looked down at the busy black figures in the courtyard.

Seven or eight men were working with great enthusiasm, gritting their teeth as they used crowbars to pry open logs and push one priceless, top-grade red pine log after another into the dilapidated warehouse number three.

Ma San kept glancing around while urging them in a low voice.

"hurry up!"

"After truck number two finishes unloading, quickly unload it out!"

"Director Gao has made all the arrangements in the county town. The Economic Investigation and Inspection teams will arrive promptly at 8:30 tomorrow morning!"

"Even if Lu Qingshan had eight mouths, he'd still have to go to the shooting range and get shot!"

The fat man and the waiter in the pit were so frightened that they trembled all over and didn't dare to look at Lu Qingshan again.

Lu Qingshan leaned against the broken brick wall, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He watched as the logs were piled into the warehouse one by one, and instead of getting angry, he looked like he was watching a show.

A full half hour passed.

The logs in the two large Liberation trucks were all unloaded and stacked neatly, almost filling most of the abandoned warehouse.

Ma San jumped onto the carriage shaft, wiped the stinky sweat from his face, glanced around, and spat smugly.

"Damn it, I thought Lu Qingshan was so capable, but he can't even arrange a night watch."

"withdraw!"

With two muffled roars of the accelerator, the two empty cars sped back out of the gap along the path they had taken through the wasteland and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

The factory's backyard fell completely silent.

The air was filled with the strong smell of diesel fuel and the unique fragrance of red pine.

Scarface Liu then climbed out of the mud pit, patted the dirt off his chest, and looked extremely pale.

"Brother Shan... the car's gone, and he's run away too."

"These dozens of cubic meters of timber are now laid out in our own yard."

"If the police really come with a search warrant tomorrow morning, what are we supposed to do to reason with them?"

Lu Qingshan leisurely dusted off the bits of grass stuck to the hem of his cotton coat, then strode toward Warehouse No. 3.

Scarface Liu and the others quickly followed behind.

Reaching the warehouse gate, Lu Qingshan stepped over the threshold and looked at the mountain of top-grade red pine trees inside.

"Scarface, you just said that impounding the car and the people on the spot would break the deadlock?"

Lu Qingshan turned around and looked at Scarface Liu, whose face was full of confusion.

Scarface Liu paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right! We caught Ma San red-handed; he'll definitely implicate Gao Jianjun!"

"Innocent."

Lu Qingshan sneered and shook his head.

"If you really lead your men out tonight and detain Ma San, what do you think the situation will be like tomorrow?"

Scarface Liu frowned: "Does Gao Jianjun think he can turn the world upside down?"

"If Ma San simply insists that he was tempted by the money to smuggle timber and just wanted to pass through our factory's backyard, what does that have to do with you, Gao Jianjun?"

Lu Qingshan's tone was extremely calm, yet every word was piercing.

"Even if Ma Sanzhao confessed, Gao Jianjun could still say that these people were temporary workers who illegally logged trees, and that he, the deputy director, was completely unaware of it."

"By then, if the timber hasn't entered our warehouse, Gao Jianjun will at most be punished for lax management."

"Not only will it not harm his bones, but it will also alert the enemy, rendering Sun Defa's true account book completely useless."

Scarface Liu felt a chill run down his spine, and his lips moved as he asked, "Then... what about now?"

Lu Qingshan took out a small cloth bag from the inside pocket of his coat.

The cloth bag was untied, revealing a black leather ledger filled with dates.

"Now, the grand finale of this play must be sung by Gao Jianjun himself."

Lu Qingshan lightly flicked his finger across the ledger.

"Sun Defa's ledger clearly shows the batch number, logging time, and volume of the top-grade red pine trees at the No. 6 timber yard, as well as a forged internal transfer slip personally signed by Gao Jianjun."

"Gao Jianjun thought that by stuffing the stolen goods into my hideout, he could make my case airtight."

"He'll definitely bring all the county's bigwigs tomorrow morning, and he might even drag the farm manager, Li Aiguo, along to come and see how I die."

As he said this, a chilling glint appeared in Lu Qingshan's eyes.

"Only when he has mobilized all his connections and, in front of all the county leaders, accuses me of reselling top-grade national timber..."

"I will then open this ledger in front of everyone and invite Accountant Sun out."

"Who do you think died back then?"

Upon hearing this, Scarface Liu's mind went blank, and he instantly felt completely enlightened.

He slapped his thigh suddenly, his eyes filled with ecstatic joy.

"Damn! This is a trap, they're trying to lure Gao Jianjun out and drive him to his doom!"

"Brother Shan, what's wrong with your brain? This is too vicious! It's practically digging up Gao Jianjun's ancestral graves!"

The fat man and the waiter listened in stunned silence, their hearts, which had been in their throats, suddenly settled back into their stomachs.

"Alright, stop flattering me."

Lu Qingshan put away the account book and looked at Scarface Liu with a serious expression.

"Pass the buck."

"First, leave the factory gates wide open tonight, and no one is allowed to block the gap in the backyard; leave the tire tracks intact."

"Second, all workers must go to the front workshop and work as usual before 8 a.m. tomorrow. No one is allowed to panic."

"Third, as soon as the police and forestry convoys enter, we will have good tea and water waiting for them, and we will let them search wherever they want, and even take the initiative to lead them to Warehouse No. 3."

Scarface Liu clasped his hands in a deep fist salute: "Brother Shan, you can rest assured, I know how to play the subservient role now!"

Lu Qingshan nodded and turned to walk towards the Jeep parked in the corner of the factory.

Before opening the car door, Lu Qingshan glanced back at the two cars of red pine trees, his murderous intent no longer concealed.

"Gao Jianjun paid for his own gas and delivered the cleaver to me."

"I'll see who's the prey at this treacherous banquet tomorrow morning."

Lu Qingshan got into the driver's seat and turned the key.

The engine roared like a beast, and two blindingly white headlights ruthlessly tore through the darkness of the western suburbs.

The jeep kicked up clouds of dust as it sped along the bumpy dirt road toward the county's public security bureau.