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

Chen Meili handed over the note.

Lin Xiulan took it, and Lu Qingshan also came over.

The jubilant atmosphere that had just risen in the shop after the crisis was averted was instantly frozen.

Monkey Three snatched the note, his eyes wide with fury.

"That son of a bitch, Wei Biao!"

He slammed his fist on the cargo box next to him, making a dull thud.

"Brother Qingshan! Sister Lan! This is damn solid evidence! That business administration official in charge, I'll take some men and tie him up right now! Let's see if he dares to talk back!"

The fat man roared along, "That's right! Pry his mouth open and make him identify Wei Biao!"

Several small business owners who had just signed contracts hadn't gone far when they heard this. They shrank back in fright and slipped away even faster.

Lu Qingshan raised his hand and pressed it down.

A simple action, however, forced Monkey Three to swallow back his pent-up anger.

"Tie him up, and then what?" Lu Qingshan's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

Monkey Three was taken aback: "Then...then confront him face-to-face! Go to the police station and report him!"

"Will he admit it?" Lu Qingshan picked up the note and twirled it between his fingers. "He'll say that someone framed him. Who is Wei Biao? He doesn't know him."

"Then we can..."

"Even if he admits it," Lu Qingshan interrupted Hou San, "even if he's scared and implicates Wei Biao, what will Wei Biao say?"

Lu Qingshan paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"He would say that this industrial and commercial official is a distant relative of his who has no connection whatsoever, and that he is dishonest and using Wei Biao's name to swindle and cheat people. He, Wei Biao, is also a victim, and he would immediately sever ties with this person, and even take the initiative to demand that he be severely punished."

"And the result?"

Lu Qingshan looked at Hou San and asked, word by word.

Monkey opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"The result is that the person who handled the matter will at most be disciplined and transferred. Wei Biao is unscathed." Lu Qingshan handed the note to Lin Xiulan. "But we revealed our only trump card ahead of time."

"The snake wasn't killed. But the grass was disturbed."

The air in the room was heavy.

The anger on Fatty and Monkey Three's faces was gradually replaced by a sense of resentment and frustration.

"Aoyama is right."

Lin Xiulan spoke, her voice breaking the silence.

"We've just arrived in the provincial capital, and our foundation is not yet solid. Right now, the most important thing is not to vent our anger, but to seize the opportunity given by Vice President Qian and stabilize the business."

She looked at the shop assistants outside who were starting to get busy again, and the goods being loaded onto the truck one after another.

"Fighting with a local tyrant like Wei Biao in the mud, even if we win, will exhaust all our energy and delay our important business. It's not worth it."

Chen Meili adjusted her glasses and added from a professional perspective:

"Sister Lan is right. On paper, although our order volume has increased rather than decreased due to this crisis, every penny of our cash flow should be invested in expanding the market and stabilizing the supply chain."

"Any non-operational conflict can bring unpredictable financial risks."

Monkey Three finally deflated, scratched his head, and muttered, "So... so we just leave it at that? This is too frustrating!"

"Calculate?"

Lu Qingshan smiled.

He took the note from Lin Xiulan, found a clean envelope, carefully folded the note, and put it inside.

After doing all that, he still felt it wasn't safe enough, so he tore off a piece of moisture-proof plastic sheet from the packaging next to him and wrapped the entire envelope tightly.

His movements were slow and meticulous, as if he were handling a priceless treasure.

He handed the wrapped envelope back to Lin Xiulan.

"Xiulan, keep it safe and close to your body."

"This is not a piece of waste paper." Lu Qingshan's gaze turned deep. "This is a sword hanging over Wei Biao's head. Doing nothing now does not mean we'll let him off the hook later."

"Once our business grows bigger and more established, we'll settle accounts with him, including the principal and interest."

Lin Xiulan nodded solemnly and put the small package into her inner pocket.

A cool sensation came over her, but it brought her an unprecedented sense of peace.

"Since we're not using this sword for the time being," Lu Qingshan sat down and poured himself a glass of water, "we need to build our own walls first."

He looked at Lin Xiu.

"It's not enough for us to prove the quality of our products. Word spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred; some people will always believe the rumors. We need someone with more influence to speak on our behalf."

Lin Xiulan immediately understood: "Director Guo?"

"That's right." Lu Qingshan nodded. "Guo Haipeng is the director of the provincial health product factory. He's a prominent figure in the food industry in the provincial capital. His endorsement of the quality of our Xiushan Industry in industry associations or other public forums is more effective than a hundred explanations from us."

"I'll go see him first thing tomorrow morning," Lin Xiulan immediately agreed.

"Hmm." Lu Qingshan took a sip of water, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the table, a habit he had when thinking.

"There's one more thing."

His tapping stopped.

"How did Wei Biao know we had a quality inspection report from the provincial quality supervision bureau?"

"Even the people from the Industry and Commerce Bureau arrived right when we opened, as if they had planned it in advance."

Lu Qingshan's voice wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Yes, the opponent's actions were too precise, so precise that it didn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment retaliation, but more like a long-planned sniper attack.

This means that there is a mole within their ranks, or among their own people.

An eye lurking in the shadows, constantly relaying intelligence to Wei Biao.

In Lu Qingshan's mind, an image flashed of a face rolling in the mud, its expression full of resentment.

"Yu Gaoyang..."

He uttered the name softly.

Scarface Liu's eyes flickered.

Lu Qingshan looked at him: "Isn't he begging in the provincial capital?"

Scarface Liu replied in a deep voice, "Yes. I haven't deliberately looked for him since we met last time."

"Mainly because our business got busy here, we had to withdraw our staff."

"A rat hiding in the shadows is always trying to gnaw through our grain bags. It's so annoying."

Lu Qingshan stood up, his calm expression replaced by a chilling killing intent.

He gave Scarface Liu his orders.

"From now on, use everyone you can to dig out Yu Gaoyang."

"I need to know where he lives, who he sees every day, and how he makes a living."

"Keep a close eye on his every move."

"But," Lu Qingshan added, "don't touch him yet. I want to see just how long this line is, and who else is tied to the other end."

"Understood, Brother Qingshan." Scarface Liu didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left, his burly figure quickly disappearing into the night.

The room returned to silence.

A potentially fatal crisis seems to have passed.

But everyone knows that a new war has only just begun.

A clear line was laid out before Lin Xiulan and Chen Meili.

They wanted to use Guo Haipeng's influence to completely dispel the rumors and gain a foothold in the provincial capital's business community.

A secret lead was handed over to Scarface Liu.

He wanted to be like the most patient hunter, following Yu Gaoyang's lead to uncover all of Wei Biao's secrets.

Lu Qingshan, on the other hand, was the commander-in-chief who was stationed in the central army.

……

The next morning.

The office of the factory director of the provincial health products factory.

After listening to Lin Xiulan's story, Guo Haipeng slammed his hand on his desk in anger.

The thick, solid wood tabletop made a buzzing sound when it was slapped.

"Damn Wei Biao! He's gone too far!" Guo Haipeng's face was full of anger. "When he can't win on his own turf, he resorts to these underhanded tactics! Does he think the provincial capital is his personal property?"

Lin Xiulan laid out copies of all the company's qualification documents and quality inspection reports in front of Guo Haipeng.

"Director Guo, we are not afraid of an investigation. But we are worried that these rumors will affect our cooperation with you."

"Affect my ass!" Guo Haipeng waved his hand dismissively. "I, Guo Haipeng, am a connoisseur of goods, not a fool who believes everything I hear! Sister-in-law, don't worry, I know the quality of your goods better than anyone!"

He paced back and forth a few times, clearly genuinely angry.

"No, I can't ignore this. This isn't just a slap in the face for Xiushan Industry, it's a slap in the face for me, Guo Haipeng!"

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed the red phone on the table.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hello, is this Lao Liu from the Food Association?"

"Yes, my name is Guo Haipeng."

"Tomorrow morning, please hold an extra industry briefing for me with the association."

"Yes, it's urgent. Just say there's something important to announce tomorrow. Everyone in the provincial capital who wholesales mountain products and dried goods must be there!"

Guo Haipeng's voice was loud and clear, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

"I want to have a serious discussion with everyone about what market regulations really mean!"