My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

Lin Xiulan was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"What a loss! I've calculated it."

As if she had found an outlet, she immediately broke free from his embrace, turned to another page of the notebook, which was filled with dense numbers and calculations.

"They snatched our orders from other suppliers at prices 30% lower than ours, which means we're basically losing money."

"Furthermore, they hired thugs to spread rumors at the entrances of various markets, saying that our goods were moldy and that people got sick from eating them. I asked around, and each person was paid five yuan a day."

"Over the past few days, the orders they took away, plus the cost of hiring, have resulted in a loss of at least 1,500 yuan."

After saying that, she lowered her head again, somewhat discouraged.

"But they're a large and wealthy family; they can afford to lose money. We..."

"No."

Lu Qingshan interrupted her, a strange light shining in his eyes.

"They can afford to lose, but they won't lose that much."

He closed the notebook filled with blood and tears, placed it in the center of the table, as if examining a crucial piece of evidence.

"Xiulan, think about it, what would a businessman do if he wanted to swallow up another businessman's business?"

Lin Xiulan looked at him and began to think seriously.

"He will...steal my customers, steal my goods, and make everyone buy his stuff."

"Yes, the core is 'grabbing' and 'seizing'."

Lu Qingshan tapped his fingers on the notebook cover.

"He turns your things into his things. He steals your customers to make money for himself. He takes away your distribution channels to sell his own goods."

"But what exactly does Heilong Trading Co., Ltd. do?"

"He is 'destructive'."

Lu Qingshan spoke slowly and deliberately.

"He hurts the enemy a thousand, but also himself eight hundred. He steals our customers and then sells them at a lower price, so he doesn't make any money. He stops our trucks not to steal our goods, but just to prevent us from delivering them and ruin our reputation."

"This isn't something someone who wants to swallow us up would do. It's more like..."

Lu Qingshan paused for a moment, as if searching for the most accurate word.

"Like a bully guarding his own yard, he doesn't care what good things are outside his yard; he only cares about one thing—that no one can build a house next to his yard that is taller and better than his."

Lin Xiulan listened intently, and following Lu Qingshan's train of thought, an idea popped into her head.

"You mean, his foundation isn't in the 'goods,' but in the 'market'?"

Lu Qingshan looked up abruptly, his eyes full of approval.

His Xiulan is truly different now.

"That's right!"

He slammed his hand on the table, making a dull thud.

"That makes sense! All he can control is the wholesale market in the provincial capital, which is the downstream sales channel."

He simply doesn't have the ability, nor the guts, to control our true lifeline—the continuous supply of goods from Changbai Mountain!

This conclusion struck Lin Xiulan like a thunderbolt, instantly clearing her confused mind.

The enormous shadow that had been weighing on her heart these past few days seemed to have been torn open, letting in the light.

"That's why he's so willing to go to such lengths to destroy us and drive us out of the provincial capital."

Lin Xiulan continued, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Because our shop sources its goods from the mountains and sells them directly. We don't go through that market; we are a small market in ourselves."

"If our business grows, more and more people will bypass him and get their goods directly from us..."

"That's called a dimensional reduction attack." Lu Qingshan uttered a word that Lin Xiulan couldn't understand, but the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

"He's afraid of us, so he's using the dumbest, most direct method to kill us before we've even established ourselves."

"Since that's the case..." Lu Qingshan stood up, paced around the room a couple of times, and his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic change at that moment.

The previous repression and murderous aura vanished, replaced by an absolute confidence of strategic planning.

Why should we wallow in his muddy mess?

"We won't compete with those thugs for a customer or a stall."

Lu Qingshan stopped and turned to look at Lin Xiulan, announcing each word clearly.

"We want to sell the goods directly to the homes of the real big shots in the province."

"Let them be proud to eat the mountain products from our 'Xiushan Industry'. What we want to do is provide them as special supplies!"

Lin Xiulan listened with great interest, as if she could already see a golden road ahead.

But what follows is enormous uncertainty.

"But...but we don't know any of those important people," she whispered, expressing her concern.

Lu Qingshan walked to the bedside, bent down, and dragged a heavy tin box out from under the bed.

Upon opening the box, a fragrance mingled with the scent of earth and a peculiar medicinal aroma instantly filled the entire room.

The three eighty-year-old wild ginseng roots that Zou Yuan gave him, along with the two pieces of Tai Sui of excellent quality, were lying quietly inside.

"We don't know them."

Lu Qingshan smiled mysteriously and gently stroked an old ginseng root in the box.

"However, people who know these things will come to us on their own initiative."

"And these are the 'trump cards' we use to open any door."

Looking at the precious items that shone brightly under the light, Lin Xiulan finally calmed down.

She knew that as long as Lu Qingshan was there, the sky wouldn't fall down.

With the initial strategy set, Lu Qingshan did not completely relax.

He comforted Lin Xiulan and told her to go to the inner room to rest first, while he went to the courtyard. The night breeze blew on his face, bringing a slight coolness.

He always felt that this matter was not so simple.

Why would Wei Biao of Heilong Trade suddenly target me?

Is it really worth investing so much money just because of a conflict in business models?

No, there must be another reason behind this, a more direct trigger.

"Scarface Liu".

Lu Qingshan called out to the darkness at the courtyard gate.

Scarface Liu immediately emerged from the shadows, the scar on his face appearing somewhat ferocious in the dim light.

"Boss."

"Have your people investigate." Lu Qingshan's voice was cold. "Before we got into trouble, did Wei Biao, the owner of Heilong Trading, meet with someone special, or receive a large sum of money from someone?"

"Especially...people connected to our Redstone County."

Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He suspected there was a mole within the organization.

Someone who knew him well stabbed him in the back.

"Understood!" Scarface Liu accepted the order and turned to leave.

Just then, a thin figure tumbled and crawled in from the alley entrance; it was none other than Monkey Three, who had sent the telegram to Lu Qingshan earlier.

He was running so fast that he tripped as soon as he entered the courtyard and almost fell.

"Brother Qingshan! Brother Qingshan!"

"Found it...found it!"