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As dawn broke, the provincial capital was still shrouded in a hazy morning mist.

The air in the courtyard was as cold as ice.

Lu Qingshan stuffed a stack of greasy work clothes and several packs of the cheapest "Daqianmen" cigarettes into Scarface Liu's arms.

"Go to the market and try your luck."

"Don't think of yourself as the boss's man; just think of yourself as a laborer who has been exploited by a heartless boss and is looking for a way out."

"I want to know who Wei Biao's teeth and who his claws are."

Scarface Liu took the item; the scar on his face looked particularly menacing in the morning light.

He didn't ask anything, just nodded emphatically, turned around and slipped out the back door.

Lu Qingshan then looked at Hou San and handed him an envelope, which was bulging with contents.

"Here's some money, and a list of all the merchants who broke their contracts that my sister-in-law compiled last night."

"Go to each store one by one, don't force your way in, and don't put on airs."

"Humble yourself, use the money to pave the way. Ask carefully what those people saw and heard."

Monkey Three took the envelope, stuffed it into his pocket, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Understood, Brother Qingshan!"

At seven o'clock in the morning, the largest wholesale market for mountain products in the provincial capital was already bustling with activity.

Scarface Liu, his face smeared with soot and dressed in greasy overalls, mingled like a ghost among the porters carrying sacks.

He found a corner, squatted down, and handed a cigarette to a burly man who was rubbing his back and panting heavily.

"Hey bro, wanna smoke one? Damn, this job is inhuman."

The burly man glanced at him, took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"New here? You look unfamiliar."

"That's right. The boss I worked for before was a jerk. He did the work but didn't pay me. I'm here begging for a meal," Scarface Liu complained with a gloomy expression.

"This place... isn't a good place either." The burly man exhaled a puff of smoke and lowered his voice.

"Keep your eyes open while you're working here, and don't offend the wrong people."

"Oh?" Scarface Liu feigned curiosity and leaned closer. "Brother, can you give us some pointers?"

The burly man looked around warily, took another drag of his cigarette, and then mumbled something.

"In the market, 70% of the shops belong to 'Black Dragon's' family. Their boss is called Wei Biao, and he keeps a mad dog named Bald Qiang."

"Last month, a mushroom seller came from the south. He didn't know the rules and his price was one cent lower than 'Black Dragon's'. That very night, his stall was overturned, and Bald Qiang and his men broke both his legs."

"The person is still in the hospital."

As Scarface Liu listened, a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes, but his face still maintained a timid and submissive demeanor.

"So domineering? And nobody does anything about it?"

"Mind your own business?" The burly man sneered, stomping the cigarette butt hard on the ground to extinguish it.

"In this market, what Bald Qiang says carries more weight than any official document from above."

"Who dares to offend them?"

The burly man took a deep drag on his cigarette, offered a few more words of advice, and then got up to continue his work.

……

On the other side, Monkey Three found a small food factory on the outskirts of the city according to the list.

The factory was dilapidated, and the gates were tightly closed.

After knocking on the door for a long time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking frightened finally peeked out from under the door.

Upon seeing that it was a stranger, he was so frightened that he tried to close the door.

Monkey Three was quick-witted and agile, but he didn't force his way in. Instead, he slipped two hundred yuan and a pack of good cigarettes through the crack in the door.

"Boss, don't be afraid." He spoke in a low, sincere voice.

"My brother Qingshan doesn't blame you. Even if the business deal falls through, we can still be friends."

"He just wants to know what exactly happened that day, so we can be prepared and avoid offending any more important people."

"You see, it's a bit hasty to come here..."

As he spoke, Monkey Three handed over the two hundred in his hand.

The shop owner behind the door hesitated for a long time.

That two hundred yuan felt like a red-hot iron, burning him with anxiety.

He eventually accepted the money, speaking through the crack in the door in a voice barely above a mosquito's buzz.

"They're from Black Dragon Trading... The leader is bald and looks menacing."

"They stormed into my factory and said... they said if I dared to accept even a pound of goods from 'Xiushan Industry,' they would make my whole family's household registration disappear from the provincial capital."

"They...they even smashed two of my blenders on the spot..."

Monkey Three listened quietly, asked a few more questions, and then left two hundred yuan behind before departing.

This information is enough to satisfy Brother Qingshan.

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, Lu Qingshan and Lin Xiulan walked out of the courtyard.

Lin Xiulan changed into a clean and appropriate blue Lenin suit, carefully combed her hair, and although her fingers gripping the briefcase were still a little white, her eyes were unusually firm.

Lu Qingshan asked her to bring all the factory's business licenses, quality inspection reports, and several beautifully packaged "Qingshan Gift Box" samples.

"Xiulan, when you see Guo Haipeng later, you don't need to be afraid of anything."

On the way to the health product factory, Lu Qingshan said softly to her.

"You're not going to beg him, you're going to give him a tremendous opportunity."

"Remember, the goods we have are the 'trump card.' We are the ones making the decisions, so we need to be confident."

Lin Xiulan nodded heavily.

Her husband's words were like a shot of adrenaline, completely calming her previously anxious heart.

The building of the provincial health product factory was considered quite impressive at the time.

A stylish young female secretary, however, stopped them with a formulaic expression.

"I'm sorry, Director Guo is currently entertaining important guests and I'm afraid he won't have time today."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Lin Xiulan's face.

Lu Qingshan stepped forward, took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to his secretary.

"Could you please give this to him?"

The secretary opened the note with some impatience, but after only one glance, she froze.

There is only one line of text on it, written with sharp strokes that penetrate the paper.

"An old friend from Changbai Mountain, carrying eighty-year-old wild ginseng, seeks an audience."

The secretary's expression changed instantly. She glanced at Lu Qingshan with a hint of disbelief, took the note, and strode towards the conference room.

Less than a minute.

The conference room door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

A figure strode out; it was Guo Haipeng.

He looked much more haggard than when we last met, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, but at this moment, his face was filled with an incredulous shock and ecstasy.

He practically jogged past Lin Xiulan, who was standing in front of him, and rushed straight towards Lu Qingshan.

Guo Haipeng grabbed Lu Qingshan's hand with surprising force, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Brother Lu! You're a lifesaver! Quick! Did you bring the things?"

As he spoke, he eagerly pulled Lu Qingshan toward his private office.

Just as they turned around, a man wearing a mink jacket and holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads peeked out from the slightly ajar conference room behind them.

When he saw Guo Haipeng's overly affectionate, almost fawning, attitude towards Lu Qingshan, his expression instantly darkened.