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When Lu Qingshan arrived in the provincial capital, it was already pitch black, and the cold wind in the latter half of the night stung his face.

The back door of the shop was unlocked, leaving a crack.

He pushed open the door and went in, and a strong smell of kerosene that had been simmering for a long time hit him.

Inside the house, Lin Xiulan and Chen Meili were indeed still awake.

The kerosene lamp on the table was almost half burned out, and under its dim light, the table was covered with all kinds of papers and documents.

Hearing the noise, the two women jerked their heads up like startled rabbits.

"Green Mountain!"

"You've finally arrived!"

Lin Xiulan's voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that she had been staying up for a long time.

She stood up, hurriedly gathered the documents on the table, and called out urgently:

"Come here quickly, look at these things."

On the table, six shipping documents were neatly arranged in two rows, three new and three old.

Next to it, there was a crumpled handwritten receipt that had clearly been handled by someone.

Lu Qingshan didn't say anything. He first took off his heavy coat and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting down.

Instead of looking at the formal documents, he reached out and picked up the crumpled handwritten receipt.

On the paper, the five characters "Gaoping Transport Team" were written crookedly, like insects crawling, with a blurry red round stamp underneath.

"They charged us 150 yuan for nothing with just this note," Chen Meili said angrily, adjusting her glasses.

Lu Qingshan ignored it, turned the receipt over, and carefully examined the fibers on the back of the paper under the light.

Then, he brought the paper to his nose and took a gentle sniff.

"Oh."

He let out a soft, ambiguous laugh.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this paper?" Lin Xiulan's heart jumped into her throat.

"The paper is fine."

Lu Qingshan put down the receipt and said with certainty, "But this inkpad is ridiculously fake."

Lin Xiulan and Chen Meili both came over at the same time, their eyes fixed on the red seal.

"Are there real and fake ink pads?" Chen Meili asked, puzzled.

"Of course."

Lu Qingshan extended his fingernail and gently scraped the edge of the seal.

A small pinch of dry red powder stuck to his fingertip.

"Look."

He held out his fingertips to the two of them.

"The ink used by legitimate organizations is oil-based, containing castor oil and rosin. Once it dries, it's not only impossible to scrape off, but it also has a faint pine scent."

"This one," he said, rubbing the powder between his thumb and forefinger, and the powder instantly vanished.

"It's water-based, basically just paint mixed with water and glue. It costs 1.2 yuan a box at stationery stores, the kind kids use to play with. It dries quickly when covered, but in less than half a day, it crumbles when you rub it with your hand."

Chen Meili exclaimed "Ah!" and suddenly realized.

She quickly pushed her glasses up, bringing them even closer, and then slapped her forehead in frustration.

"I knew it! I was wondering why the colors in this chapter looked so pale and lacked depth. I thought the paper was too cheap and the ink wouldn't absorb properly!"

"It has absolutely nothing to do with paper."

Lu Qingshan handed the fake receipt to Lin Xiulan, his eyes sharpening.

"This note itself is a scam. As for the 'Gaoping Transportation Team,' it's most likely a name they made up on the spot."

Lin Xiulan took the thin piece of paper, clutching it tightly with two fingers as if she were holding some kind of incriminating evidence.

She read it over and over again, as if she wanted to etch every word into her mind.

Finally, she carefully folded the receipt and stuffed it into her inner pocket.

"And... what about these receipts?" She pointed to the other six on the table.

"The receipt is genuine."

Lu Qingshan picked up the two official receipts issued by the transportation station, one old and one new, and carefully compared the items on them.

His finger finally stopped on the "Toll Fee" and "Vehicle Damage and Repair Fee" columns.

"Look, the toll fee has gone up from fifteen yuan to twenty-eight yuan. The vehicle wear and tear repair costs are even more outrageous, jumping from eight yuan to fifteen yuan."

He stacked the six receipts together and tapped them twice on the table with his knuckles.

"These two fees were genuinely added by the transportation station, and they bear the station's official seal. This proves that the driver didn't pocket the money."

His voice turned somber.

"Someone sabotaged us on the way."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

The three people present all knew that this was aimed at them.

The question is, who did it? And how did they do it?

Lu Qingshan's gaze turned to Scarface Liu, who had been standing silently against the wall since he entered the room.

"Brother Liu."

"Yes," Scarface Liu replied.

"Make the trip first thing tomorrow morning."

Lu Qingshan looked at him and instructed him, word by word:

"Drive that empty truck with our 'Xiushan Industry' sign on it, just take our usual delivery route. Remember, don't haul anything, just drive an empty truck."

Scarface Liu was stunned for a moment, his face full of confusion: "Running an empty truck?"

"Yes, empty trains."

Lu Qingshan's eyes were filled with coldness.

"I want you to open your eyes wide and listen carefully! Which station along the way stops you, what reason they give for stopping you, who speaks to you, how much money they charge, whether they issue a receipt, what kind of note they give you..."

He paused, then emphasized:

"I need to remember every single one of them clearly, not a single detail is allowed to be missed! Do you understand?"

"clear!"

Scarface Liu understood instantly.

This is to act as a scout, stepping on the landmines buried along the way one by one.

He didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and turned to leave.

……

The next afternoon, when Scarface Liu returned, he looked as if he had just been pulled out of a charcoal kiln, his face radiating barely suppressed anger.

His trouser legs were covered in dried mud, and there was a large scrape on the back of his right hand, with blood seeping out.

"Sit down and talk."

Lu Qingshan personally poured him a large bowl of cold boiled water.

Scarface Liu took it, and before he could even catch his breath, he tilted his head back and gulped down more than half the bowl.

With a loud bang, he slammed the rough porcelain bowl heavily onto the table.

"Damn it!"

"Tell me, what happened?" Lu Qingshan asked calmly.

"At the first stop, Beipo Station, they didn't stop me. The guy glanced at our license plate and waved us through. At the third stop, Liuhe Station, they talked a bit more and charged me an extra ten yuan for the toll, but they were still fair and gave me a proper receipt."

"What about the second stop?" Lu Qingshan pressed.

Upon hearing this, Scarface Liu's face darkened further, and he gritted his teeth as he said:

"Dongling Station!"

"As soon as my car came to a stop, three people, all in uniform, rushed out of the station."

"When they came over, they didn't even ask me if I was carrying any goods. The first thing they did was walk around the truck and look at the sign! That wooden sign that said 'Xiushan Industry,' those pairs of eyes stared at it like wolves for a full half minute!"

"and then?"

"Then, the leader of the group pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket, waved it in front of me, and said it was some new temporary passage management regulation."

"It's stamped with a red seal, stating that all transport vehicles passing through have to pay a 'cargo security inspection fee,' fifty yuan per trip!"

"I got really angry. I told him I was driving an empty truck! There wasn't a single hair in the bed, so what kind of cargo safety inspection was I supposed to do?"