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The truck rolled over the potholed dirt road, the cargo compartment making a loud metallic clanging sound.

Gao Jianjun sat in the passenger seat, smoking a cigarette with a handle between his fingers.

A bluish-gray plume of smoke swirled around the front of the vehicle.

He rolled down the car window halfway, letting the cool morning breeze in and dispelling the weariness from staying up all night.

Li Jianye, sitting in the back row, leaned out halfway, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Manager Gao, we caught him off guard this time. That kid surnamed Lu is probably still dreaming about counting his money."

Gao Jianjun flicked off a piece of cigarette ash and glanced coldly at Li Jianye.

"We need to be mindful of the impact of our work. We're here to recover lost collective property, not to ransack homes."

He berated his subordinates in a high-pitched tone, but he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.

"Director Li has been blinded by that kid. As members of the leadership team, we have a responsibility to clean house for the organization."

Li Jianye nodded and bowed repeatedly.

"You're right. Director Gao, you have great foresight and a strong sense of the big picture."

The truck braked suddenly.

The driver pressed the clutch and turned to look to the side.

"Boss, we've arrived at the western suburbs. That red brick wall in front is Xiushan Industrial."

Gao Jianjun pushed open the car door, his leather shoes stepping onto the somewhat muddy frozen ground.

Li Jianye jumped down and pointed to the dilapidated factory area overgrown with weeds in front of him.

"Director Gao, look at this place. Even the gate is rusty, yet they dare to hang a 'Industry' sign."

He spat on the ground.

"I think 'Xiushan Dilapidated Shelter' would be a more fitting name."

At the back of the carriage, more than a dozen security guards jumped down, carrying rubber batons and pickaxe handles as thick as their wrists.

Gao Jianjun stood with his hands behind his back, coldly scrutinizing the large, peeling iron gate.

"This kind of mess that no one cares about is perfect for hiding filth and evil."

He cleared his throat and began to speak in an official tone.

"To resell centrally distributed supplies, you definitely need to find an inconspicuous hideout."

"This precisely proves that the contents of the whistleblower letter are true."

"Jianye, when you go inside later, you need to do a good job of on-site inspection."

A dozen or so people walked forward in a grand procession.

As they approached the gate, Sun Jianguo, who was walking at the front, stopped.

Something's not right.

Sun Jianguo frowned and pointed to the open iron gate.

"Director Gao, why isn't there even a gatekeeper assigned to this yard?"

Two rusty iron doors opened wide to the sides.

The courtyard was completely empty.

You can't even hear dogs barking.

Several workers wearing tattered cotton-padded coats squatted by the foundation in the distance, slowly mixing cement.

They heard the truck, glanced up, then went back to work, making no attempt to stop it.

This disregard surprised Gao Jianjun.

Li Jianye stepped forward and peeked his head into the courtyard.

"Could it be a scam?"

Sun Jianguo snorted disdainfully and slammed the pickaxe handle on the ground.

"What a load of rubbish!"

"We drove over in the forestry station's vehicle in broad daylight; that kid must have heard us and run away with his tail between his legs!"

He turned to look at Gao Jianjun, speaking with absolute certainty.

"Director Gao, this is exactly the reason why a thief feels guilty."

"Knowing that our forestry security department is coming to check the accounts, even if he had the guts of a million, he wouldn't dare to confront them head-on."

Gao Jianjun felt that Sun Jianguo's words made sense.

No matter how arrogant a young man in his early twenties may have been before, he would be nothing more than meat on a chopping board when faced with a joint investigation by the forestry bureau.

"The monk may run away, but the temple can't."

Gao Jianjun tugged at the hem of his Zhongshan suit, his face darkening.

"As long as the stolen goods are in the warehouse, Lu Qingshan can run to the ends of the earth and be brought back by the public security authorities."

He turned to look at Sun Jianguo.

"Old Sun, you take your men in first to secure the area and clear out all irrelevant personnel."

"Remember, never let anyone get close to the evidence."

Sun Jianguo accepted the order and swung the pickaxe handle in his hand.

"Brothers, get your act together! Go in and cordon off the area!"

A dozen or so security guards rushed into the gate like wolves.

They ignored the workers in the distance and walked straight through the messy open space of the factory area.

With a clear objective, they headed straight for the abandoned warehouse number three in the backyard, where the red bricks had crumbled.

Gao Jianjun and Li Jianye walked in the middle of the group.

Footsteps crunched on the coal dust, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"Director Gao, this kid is really bold, stuffing such valuable top-grade materials into this kind of dilapidated warehouse."

Li Jianye walked along, glancing around as he went.

Gao Jianjun curled his lip in disdain.

"What does he even know about materials management?"

"These idle people in society, besides being ruthless and violent, have no sense of discipline whatsoever."

"Today's play has served as a vivid lesson in legal education for all the staff of the forest farm."

The somber outline of Warehouse No. 3 drew ever closer.

Gao Jianjun quickened his pace involuntarily.

His gaze was fixed on the large wooden door, which was more than two meters tall, in front of him.

That is Lu Qingshan's grave.

As soon as that door is pushed open.

Those top-grade red pines with forestry stamps inside will become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Gao Jianjun had even already planned out his subsequent speech in his mind.

He wanted to denounce this act of undermining socialism in front of the county leaders.

He wanted to force Li Aiguo to retire to the second line early due to his poor judgment of people.

Sun Jianguo deliberately slowed his pace, landed beside Gao Jianjun, and spoke in a low voice.

"Chief Gao, if that kid resists arrest later, my men might not be able to hold back."

A fierce glint flashed in Sun Jianguo's eyes.

"Would breaking one or two of his legs be considered self-defense?"

Gao Jianjun didn't respond, but just looked at the warehouse in front of him, his tone indifferent.

"We are public officials, and we must be careful to act in accordance with the law."

"However, when faced with criminals who steal state property, it is your duty as security officers to take necessary coercive measures to subdue the criminals."

With the tacit approval of his superiors, Sun Jianguo grinned and gripped the wooden stick in his hand tightly.

The team bypassed a huge pile of waste.

The main entrance to Warehouse No. 3 finally came into full view.

Sun Jianguo was originally prepared to rush forward and kick down the door.

But when he saw the scene at the doorway, he suddenly stopped and raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop.

Gao Jianjun pushed aside the people blocking his way and stepped out.

The warehouse door was ajar, with a gap about the width of a palm.

On the open ground outside the door, there was a small folding stool with peeling paint.

Lu Qingshan, wearing a black woolen overcoat, sat on it with an air of authority.

He held a sharp hunting knife in his hand and was slowly peeling a bright red apple.

A long strip of fruit peel hung down along the blade without even breaking off.

The cold wind whipped up the coal dust on the ground.

Lu Qingshan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"It's cut a bit too thick."

He looked at the apple in his hand, as if talking to himself, and casually threw the whole peel at his feet.

This calm and composed demeanor caused the originally aggressive team to pause briefly.

The security personnel looked at each other in bewilderment.

Gao Jianjun stared at Lu Qingshan's calm face, his eyes twitching slightly.

"Lu Qingshan, you seem to be in quite a good mood."

Gao Jianjun broke the silence, strode forward with a commanding air.

"Instead of reporting to work during working hours, they come here to escape the hustle and bustle."

Lu Qingshan cut off a piece of apple, put it in his mouth, and bit into it with a crunching sound.

After swallowing the fruit, he pointed with his hunting knife at the rust on the door frame.

"Is Deputy Director Gao here on an incognito visit, or to get a feel for the people's conditions?"

His tone was casual, as if he were just greeting a neighbor.

"My place is small, I don't even have a proper tea room, so please don't come in and sit down, leaders."

Li Jianye couldn't stand Lu Qingshan's stubbornness, so he jumped out and started yelling at him.

"Lu Qingshan, stop pretending to be crazy!"

"Don't you know how serious your crime is?"

Lu Qingshan used the tip of a knife to pick at the bits of fruit peel that were under his fingernails.

"I don't understand what Section Chief Li is saying."

"I bought a junkyard and am preparing to renovate it. What could I possibly do wrong?"

Gao Jianjun sneered and put his hands behind his back.

"Alright, stop pretending."

"Since you refuse to tell me the truth, then I'll lay it all out in front of everyone."

He stretched out his right hand and tapped Lu Qingshan's nose, his voice suddenly rising in pitch and becoming very official.

"We received a report from a member of the public, filed under your real name, alleging that you abused your position as deputy head of the Transportation Planning Section to steal two truckloads of top-grade century-old red pine from the No. 6 timber yard last night!"

"Those are all strategic materials strictly controlled by the state!"

"The nature of this act is egregious, and its impact is extremely negative!"

Gao Jianjun looked past Lu Qingshan's shoulder and at the half-closed warehouse door.

"According to intelligence, the stolen goods are hidden in the warehouse behind you."

Lu Qingshan finally raised his head.

He took the hunting knife and rubbed the blade on his trouser leg.

"If Deputy Director Gao says there are stolen goods here, does that mean there definitely are?"

"What if there isn't?"

Gao Jianjun felt that Lu Qingshan was only going to cry when he saw the coffin.

He looked at the young man with nothing but the contempt of a victor.

"Lu Qingshan, you don't need to try to put me down with your words."

"Whether it's true or not, just open this door and everyone can find out."

After saying that, Gao Jianjun stopped talking nonsense and suddenly kicked the warehouse door hard!

"Break down the door! Catch them red-handed!"