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As dawn broke, Lu Qingshan appeared in the forest farm's archives. In front of him, three stacks of yellowed files were piled up like a small mountain.

Zhou Baoguang, standing nearby, yawned repeatedly, his eyes still sleepy: "Qingshan, what are you up to? Last night you said you were checking the vehicles, I thought you were checking the dispatch schedule, why are you digging up old dirt from two years ago so early in the morning?"

Lu Qingshan's fingertip hovered over a scrap report.

"Section Chief Zhou, the real show is just beginning!"

He pushed the report in front of Zhou Baoguang: "Three Jiefang brand trucks. Reason for scrapping: Severe engine wear. Disposal method: Sold at scrap metal price. Receiving unit: County Renewable Resources Recycling Company."

Zhou Baoguang leaned over and glanced at it, then said casually, "Oh, this? I remember it. We talked about it the winter before last. The car was so badly damaged that we couldn't afford to repair it."

"Really?" Lu Qingshan's voice carried a hint of amusement. "Then take another look at this price."

Zhou Baoguang's gaze shifted downwards, and the next second, he almost dropped the teacup in his hand, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets!

"What the hell?! The engine is scrapped, the tires are scrapped, and the chassis is being sold off for a salvage value of 320 yuan per vehicle?"

His voice trembled. "Even if the Jiefang truck really breaks down, just taking apart the axle and gearbox and selling them as scrap metal would fetch more than this amount! Isn't this selling off state-owned assets at a bargain price?"

Lu Qingshan closed the file, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Section Chief Zhou, could you please borrow the fixed asset ledger from the finance department for this year?"

Zhou Baoguang carefully read the report and hesitated.

"This report was signed by Gao Jianjun... You want to touch his accounts from two years ago? He was the deputy director!"

Lu Qingshan stretched.

"He blocked my car, so I cut off his source of income. That's called reciprocity!"

Zhou Baoguang knew the situation, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Less than half an hour later, Old Chen from the technical department came running in, panting, carrying a thick register.

"Deputy Section Chief Lu! We found what you requested!" Old Chen said with a fawning expression.

Everyone knows that Lu Qingshan is a rising star and a favorite of the farm manager, with a bright future ahead of him. If you don't curry favor with him now, when will you?

"That county's recycling company was deregistered last year! Its warehouse was merged into the supply and marketing system, and its ledgers have long been sealed!"

He leaned closer and lowered his voice: "I asked a friend at the supply and marketing cooperative, and in the six months before that company was deregistered, its accounts showed that it hadn't received any three Jiefang trucks at all!"

"What?!" Zhou Baoguang slammed his hand on the table. "That scrapping slip is fake? Gao Jianjun would dare to forge official documents?"

"No." Lu Qingshan shook his head, a glint of intelligence in his eyes. "The cops are real, but the trick is... the car never even entered the recycling company's gate!"

Isn't this just getting something for nothing?

Just as he finished speaking, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Xiao Sun from the logistics department poked half his head in, looking flustered.

"Deputy Section Chief Lu, Deputy Director Gao... Deputy Farm Manager Gao just spoke in the hallway, saying that the archives are a restricted area, and borrowing materials must be strictly registered. No one is allowed to rummage through them or violate organizational discipline!"

Zhou Baoguang immediately snorted coldly, "Hmph, this old fox, his nose is even sharper than a dog's!"

Lu Qingshan smiled, a smile that held a profound meaning.

They can't sit still anymore? The real show has only just begun!

He picked up his pen and slowly wrote the document number in the library book. Then he looked up at Xiao Sun and said, "Xiao Sun, please relay the following to Deputy Director Gao: The Transportation Planning Department is tracing the historical data of the forest farm's vehicles. All procedures are complete and in compliance with regulations. Please tell him to relax."

As if granted a pardon, Xiao Sun left, bowing and scraping.

The room fell silent instantly. Old Chen held the ledger, flipping through it, his movements becoming slower and slower, his brows furrowing into a knot.

"That's strange... really strange! The fixed assets section shows that the three vehicles have been written off, but... but the repair records before and after the scrapping are missing for a full two months!"

Zhou Baoguang immediately pressed, "Which two months?"

"One month before and one month after the scrapping!" Old Chen pointed to the blank space on the form. "According to regulations, there should be tracking records before and after the scrapping to ensure that the vehicle has truly been scrapped, but this is blank!"

Lu Qingshan took the ledger, his eyes sharp as he quickly scanned it. Suddenly, his finger stopped on a date.

On February 18th, the scrapping approval was granted.

He abruptly pulled aside a bundle of dusty old newspapers in the corner, precisely pulled out a copy of the "Hongshan County Daily" from the middle, and spread it on the table.

"I happened to see this news during the few days I was confined in the storage room."

Old Chen and Zhou Baoguang immediately went over and saw a line of small print:

"To integrate the county's machinery repair resources, starting from February 19th, Hongxing Repair Shop will be merged into the county's agricultural machinery service station. All vehicles, equipment, and spare parts in the original factory area will be sealed and registered by a county-established inspection team..."

Zhou Baoguang's jaw nearly dropped: "The repair shop went out of business the day after the scrapping approval?!"

"Now, all the clues have connected."

Lu Qingshan placed the scrap report and the newspaper side by side, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"The vehicles were supposed to be taken from the forest farm to a recycling company. But halfway there, they ended up at the Hongxing Repair Shop. Then, the repair shop was reorganized, and the scene was chaotic. The investigation team couldn't tell which items were scrap from the shop and which were 'scrap metal' brought in from outside. These three vehicles simply vanished in the chaos, never to be tracked down again!"

Old Chen rubbed his hands, still somewhat incredulous: "But...but these are all just our guesses."

Lu Qingshan looked up, staring intently at him: "Old Chen, you're a veteran technician. Let me ask you, if the engine of a Jiefang truck is so badly worn that it's beyond repair, what will the repair shop's assessment report say?"

Without a second thought, Old Chen blurted out, "It has to be written down clearly! Is it cylinder scoring, or bearing failure? Is the crankshaft seized, or the cylinder liner worn through? There needs to be a detailed disassembly and inspection checklist!"

Lu Qingshan's finger pressed heavily on the four words on the report: "Severe wear and tear".

"Do you think these four words are in accordance with the rules?"

Old Chen's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back: "No...this isn't right! It's too vague! This is just trying to fool people!"

"So, the ghost is contained in these four words."

Lu Qingshan carefully folded the report, put it into his satchel, and turned to leave.

Zhou Baoguang grabbed him: "Qingshan, are you going to the Hongxing Repair Shop? That place is a mess right now! I'll go with you!"

"No need." Lu Qingshan shook his head, his eyes resolute. "You're a section chief; you're too conspicuous. The moment you step out, Gao Jianjun will immediately get wind of it. I'm on vacation right now, a free man. If I go to the scrap yard, no one will say anything. Wait for my good news!"

As soon as they exited the forest farm gate, Li Erniu was squatting by the roadside eating a cornbread. Upon seeing Lu Qingshan, he excitedly tucked half of the cornbread into his arms and jumped up.

"Brother Qingshan, is there any news?"

Lu Qingshan hopped on his bicycle, beaming with pride: "Let's go to the county town! I'll show you what a real treasure trove is!"

Li Erniu's eyes widened: "Found the car? Which one is it?"

Lu Qingshan smiled mysteriously: "We haven't found the car yet, but we've spotted its location. If all goes well, we'll soon have our own fleet of vehicles!"

……

Hongxing Repair Shop, just like yesterday.

Lu Qingshan, familiar with the place, pulled out two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes and headed straight for the gatehouse.

The old gatekeeper was using a wire to unclog the stove, barely lifting his eyelids: "If you don't repair cars, the factory will go bankrupt. Go to the agricultural machinery station!"

"Uncle, I don't repair cars." Lu Qingshan put his cigarette on the windowsill. "I'm asking about a few old Jiefang trucks."

The old man paused, then lifted his eyelids: "What old Liberation?"

"The three vehicles that were scrapped were sent by Hongshi Forest Farm the year before last."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man withdrew his hand from the cigarette with lightning speed, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

"have no idea!"

Lu Qingshan remained calm and pushed the cigarette forward again, smiling, "Uncle, it's cold, please take the cigarette. We're just from the forestry farm's transportation planning department, checking some old files, we're not outsiders."

The old man coughed, finally succumbing to the temptation, and stuffed the cigarette into his pocket before asking with a hint of disbelief, "Are you really from the forest farm?"

Lu Qingshan flashed his work ID and disappeared in a flash.

As the old man opened the door, he asked, "Checking the old files, where's the approval slip?"

He took the initiative, asking, "Uncle, who's in charge of this place now?"

"Agricultural machinery station inspection team."

"Does that mean the investigation team comes to keep watch every day?"

"I don't have that kind of free time. I'm just an old man guarding the gate."

"That's right." Lu Qingshan looked directly into his eyes. "If the car is here, please show it to me. I'll go back and handle everything according to the proper procedures, and I won't cause you any trouble."

The old man muttered, "Things in your organizations change every single day..."

Lu Qingshan took out another pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into his hand: "Thank you for your hard work."

The old man finally let his guard down completely: "Come with me. There are three cars in the backyard."

Bypassing the rusty machine tools and piles of old tires, three dusty Liberation trucks lay quietly at the base of the back wall, like three sleeping steel behemoths.

The old man pointed: "Just these three or four. Several groups of people have come to see them, but they all thought they were too dilapidated and couldn't reach an agreement."

Lu Qingshan walked to the front of the car, said nothing, raised his hand and tapped the frame, his voice steady.

He suddenly pulled open the hood, and a strong smell of oil and grime hit him.

The engine is intact, the wiring harness is neat, and it has not been roughly disassembled!

The old man next to him smoked and muttered, "Everyone says the engine is useless."

Lu Qingshan sneered, reached out and touched the cold cylinder, pulled out the dipstick and looked at it—the oil was black, but clear and waterless!

Without saying a word, he crawled under the car, pulled out the wrench he carried with him, and tapped the drive shaft and differential with a "clanging" sound.

Li Erniu, standing anxiously on tiptoe outside, called out, "Brother Qingshan, how's it going? Is it any good or not?"

Lu Qingshan slid out from under the car, dusted off his sleeves, and couldn't hide his excitement:

"It's not just okay! It's absolutely amazing! They're all minor issues, easily fixed!"

He checked them one by one and quickly concluded that one car was missing a battery, one had a clogged fuel pump, and another had a worn-out clutch plate.

This minor issue was described as "severe wear and tear" in Gao Jianjun's report? That's utterly ridiculous!

These vehicles, let alone being scrapped, can be refurbished and put back on the road to haul goods!

Gao Jianjun, didn't you want to sell these three precious vehicles as scrap metal to make a quick buck?

Fine! Then I'll make sure you're truly "scrapped." I'm taking all three of these cars!

The old man's eyes changed as he looked at the oil-stained hands and the professional movements the young man made: "Young man, you know how to repair cars?"

Lu Qingshan lowered the hood and smiled calmly: "For those who transport goods in the mountains, it's common for their vehicles to break down halfway. If they didn't know how to do it, they would have been fed by wolves long ago."

The old man took two puffs of his cigarette and sighed softly.

"Oh dear, you're probably too late."

Lu Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly looked up: "What do you mean?"

The old man gestured with his chin toward the gatehouse, a hint of regret in his voice:

"The inspection team has spoken to us; the contract is finalized. A scrap metal dealer will be coming to pick up the truck first thing tomorrow morning."

"A scrap metal collector?"

"Yes, I heard that it was also thanks to the leadership that it was approved."