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Having not slept all night, Wang Jianguo, accompanied by two plainclothes officers, appeared precisely at nine o'clock in the morning in the backyard of Xiushan Industrial's shop.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the collar of his uniform was somewhat disheveled, but he was unusually excited.

Lu Qingshan led him into the study.

Lin Xiulan served two cups of hot tea, asked no questions, closed the door, and left.

Wang Jianguo picked up his teacup and drank most of it in one gulp. The scalding hot tea made him exhale a long breath.

"They were all caught in one fell swoop throughout the entire night."

He put down his teacup, his voice hoarse with the satisfaction of a successful operation.

"A total of 37 people were arrested, including all the hideouts you marked on the map, as well as two temporary hiding places discovered during the interrogation."

Lu Qingshan took out paper and pen, ready to take notes.

"The smuggled medicinal herbs and contraband furs seized are estimated to be worth over 230,000 yuan."

"Two modified short-barreled shotguns, 306 rounds of ammunition, and 12 machetes and steel pipes of various kinds."

"The cash seized from all the hideouts, plus the gold bars recovered from Wei Biao's safe, amounted to a little over 110,000 yuan."

For each item Wang Jianguo mentioned, Lu Qingshan would write a line down on a piece of paper.

His expression remained unchanged, as if he were listening to a report that had nothing to do with him.

Looking at his calm demeanor, Wang Jianguo took out a transparent evidence bag from his briefcase.

"This was found in Wei Biao's safe."

He pushed the evidence bag to the middle of the table.

"See? Rules are rules. You can't take it out and look at it through the bag."

Lu Qingshan put down his pen and picked up the evidence bag.

Inside was a neatly folded letter.

The letter was written with a brush, the characters were neat and tidy, and it carried the vigor of an old-fashioned scholar.

The content is very short, only about two hundred words.

The entire article revolves around the "tea business".

The letter said that a batch of "new tea" had recently arrived, and that it was of excellent quality, and that Wei Biao should count and put it into storage as soon as possible.

He also said that there was a batch of "high-quality pre-Qingming tea" that Wei Biao should keep safe and not let the news leak out.

The letter also mentioned that a "distinguished guest had recently come from the south to inquire about tea," and instructed Wei Biao to "prepare the best tea and not disappoint the distinguished guest."

There was no signature at the bottom, only a vermilion oval seal with the three seal characters "Huichuntang".

In the lower right corner of the seal, there is a very small symbol.

A pattern.

It resembles the head of an eagle spreading its wings.

Lu Qingshan's gaze was fixed on the eagle head symbol, and he paused for a moment.

Wang Jianguo, who had been observing his reaction, immediately asked, "What's wrong? Did you figure something out?"

Lu Qingshan slowly put down the evidence bag without answering immediately.

He was silent for a few seconds, as if weighing something.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at Wang Jianguo.

"Brother Jianguo, I've seen this eagle head symbol in Changbai Mountain."

Wang Jianguo leaned forward slightly, his expression turning serious.

"A gang that specializes in stealing rare medicinal herbs, and their methods are very ruthless. They use this mark on animal traps and as a means of communication in the forest. We hikers privately call them the 'Eagle Head Gang'."

He only mentioned the Eagle Head Gang, without mentioning his master Zou Yuan or the top-secret ginseng harvesting map.

Wang Jianguo's expression changed completely.

"You mean, Huichuntang is connected to poaching gangs in Changbai Mountain?"

"It's not just about relationships."

Lu Qingshan pointed to the evidence bag on the table with his finger.

"This letter, and the secret letter I mailed to you before, which we found on the notorious bandit Lei Dong. You can have the handwriting experts from the provincial department compare them—the handwriting, the seal, even the texture of the paper."

"I suspect it was written by the same person."

Silence fell over the study.

Wang Jianguo lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his brows furrowed in the swirling smoke.

It took him a long time to stub out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"I know you'd love to uproot Huichuntang yourself. But not this time. This opponent is too powerful for you to handle alone, and neither can I."

Lu Qingshan nodded.

"I know. That's why I gave you the materials instead of looking them up myself."

He paused.

"I have only one request."

"explain."

"When you're investigating, don't alert them. That old man in the long gown at Nanshan Mingyuan is a crucial link in the chain. If he escapes, the whole line will break."

Wang Jianguo nodded solemnly: "I understand."

He got up to leave, but stopped at the door.

"By the way, there are preliminary results from Wei Biao's interrogation."

"After he was sent to the detention center, he was initially very stubborn and refused to say anything. Later, the interrogator slapped the list of the seized stolen goods and the statements of more than a dozen accomplices in front of him, and he immediately broke down."

"He confessed to all of Heilong Trade's illegal activities over the past three years, including smuggling channels, bribery records, and several instances of violent assault. However, regarding Huichuntang, he only admitted to paying 3,000 yuan a month in 'protection fees' to Nanshan Mingyuan."

"He said he was never qualified to go up to the second floor of Mingyuan, and all instructions were conveyed through an intermediary called 'Ninth Brother.' He swore he had no idea who the 'uncle' in the long gown was."

After seeing Wang Jianguo off, Lu Qingshan sat alone in the study for a while.

He picked up a pen and drew a simple relationship diagram on the back of the paper he had just used.

At the very bottom are Wei Biao and Bald Qiang, who have already been arrested.

One floor up is "Ninth Brother," who has lost half a finger.

Further up, there is the mysterious "old man in a long gown" at Nanshan Mingyuan.

On the top floor, he wrote the three characters "Huichuntang" and then added a big question mark.

He looked at the picture, then folded the paper in half, then in half again, and stuffed it into the deepest part of the hidden compartment in his desk.

Lin Xiulan pushed open the door and came in, carrying a bowl of freshly heated porridge.

"Director Wang is gone?"

"I'm gone."

Lu Qingshan stood up, stretched, and his joints made a slight cracking sound.

"From today onwards, Wei Biao's matter has nothing to do with us. We should get back to business."

He took the bowl of porridge, looked at Lin Xiulan, and spoke with a long-lost sense of ease.

"Go and inform Hou San and Chen Meili that there will be a meeting at 2 PM."

"It's time for the mountain produce market in the provincial capital to have a new owner."

Two o'clock in the afternoon, in the backyard of the shop.

Lu Qingshan, Lin Xiulan, Hou San, Chen Meili, and Old Sun, whose arm was wrapped in bandages, sat around a square table.

Lu Qingshan stood in front of a small blackboard and wrote three lines of text with chalk.

First, starting tomorrow, all delivery routes will resume, and Chang'an Road will continue as normal.

Second, notify Li Erniu of Hongshi County that the supply of mountain products this month will be doubled.

Third, let Hou San find out the list of all the customers previously under Heilong Trade, as well as the location and information of all their stalls in the mountain products market.

He put down the chalk, turned around, and looked at the crowd.

"Wei Biao has fallen, and the market share he dominated is now unclaimed. Whoever gets a piece of it first will become the new market tycoon of the provincial capital's mountain products market."

Monkey Three, being the most impatient, blurted out, "Brother, should we just go and take over all his stalls?"

Lu Qingshan shook his head.

"No rush. If you behave too badly, people will gossip about you."

"We won't rush in; let others in the market rush in first. We'll make our move when they've created chaos over territory and customers."

"Act according to the rules."