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Li Erniu was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Brother Qingshan, what are we going to do now? The truck is going to be towed away tomorrow!"

Lu Qingshan's eyes sharpened.

He slammed the hood shut with a loud bang, his face expressionless, but he had already made up his mind.

He turned to look at the old gatekeeper, and without saying a word, pulled out a whole bag of "Da Qianmen" cigarettes from his pocket and slapped it on the windowsill.

"Uncle, remember, I wasn't here tonight, and you didn't see anything."

The old man's expression shifted from surprise and doubt to understanding in an instant. He quickly stuffed the cigarette into his pocket, a hint of annoyance flashing in his cloudy eyes, and muttered a curse under his breath:

"You bunch of young lads, you've got more guts than the sky!"

……

The night was as dark as ink in the supply and marketing cooperative's residential compound.

Lu Qingshan rode his bicycle through the cold wind and arrived. Seeing that Zhao Zhiqiang's house was still lit, he didn't hesitate at all and started banging on the door.

The door creaked open, revealing Zhao Zhiqiang, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, wearing a cotton-padded coat.

"Brother Qingshan? What's going on here...?"

"Manager Zhao, there's a huge deal out there, are you up for the task?"

Lu Qingshan got straight to the point; his voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail striking the ground.

Zhao Zhiqiang shuddered, all sleepiness vanished.

He glanced warily at the alley entrance and immediately pulled Lu Qingshan into the house.

"Speak up, it's the middle of the night, it must be something serious."

Zhao Zhiqiang poured him a bowl of hot water, his expression serious.

Lu Qingshan didn't waste any words, explaining the whole story in a few words before slamming the scrap report on the table.

"I can repair all three Jiefang trucks! Gao Jianjun and his gang wanted to sell them for scrap metal to line their own pockets, but they'll be hauled away tomorrow morning! Brother Zhao, you've intercepted them for me!"

Zhao Zhiqiang flipped through the report, his eyelids twitching wildly.

If you take over these three goose-like creatures that lay golden eggs, you'll be competing with someone else!

However, my salary alone is simply not enough to make ends meet at home...

Lu Qingshan stared intently at him and gently pushed him.

"Doesn't the supply and marketing system have quotas for scrap metal recycling? Let's use that as a pretext to legally accept idle assets, what do you think?"

Zhao Zhiqiang suddenly laughed.

"You little rascal, you've only been here a few days and you've already picked up a whole set of Mandarin."

"Manager Zhao taught us well."

Don't flatter me!

Zhao Zhiqiang chuckled and cursed, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter. He tapped his fingers on the report and asked the most crucial question.

He doesn't have spare money to throw in.

Even close brothers should keep clear accounts.

"Where's the money?"

"I'll go!" Lu Qingshan said decisively.

Zhao Zhiqiang's heart raced, and his fingers tapped the table unconsciously: "With the supply and marketing cooperative getting involved, it's like they're dragging me into this mess too, making me go against the investigation team."

"After this is done, I'll give you 20% of the net profit from my mountain produce for the next year!"

"A year?" Zhao Zhiqiang's breath hitched.

"Three years!" Lu Qingshan added.

These conditions are practically handing him a mountain of gold!

A woman's suppressed cough came from the inner room, a reminder of Zhao Zhiqiang's family's dire situation. His mother had been taking medication for years, and his wife was about to give birth.

Everything costs money.

Fortune favors the bold!

Zhao Zhiqiang gritted his teeth, stood up abruptly, buttoned up his cotton-padded coat, and his eyes flashed with a gambler's light.

"Let's do it!"

"Have you thought it through?"

"I've thought it through! My mother needs medicine, my wife needs to give birth, they all need money!" Zhao Zhiqiang opened the drawer, took out blank official documents and letters of introduction, and started writing.

After he finished writing the official letter, he heavily stamped it with the red seal of the supply and marketing cooperative's scrap materials store, and then picked up the phone.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Who is it?" came an impatient voice from the other end.

"Do you need money? I'm Zhao Zhiqiang from the county supply and marketing cooperative."

"Oh, Manager Zhao," the tone on the other end immediately softened, "What instructions do you have so late?"

"Work coordination!" Zhao Zhiqiang's voice was steady and powerful. "The county is under pressure to meet its scrap metal recycling targets. Our supply and marketing cooperative has its eye on those three damaged vehicles from Hongxing Repair Shop and is preparing to take them over to meet our quarterly quota!"

Qian, the clerk, yawned: "Manager Zhao, those three vehicles... have already attracted interest from some organizations."

"Expressing an intention does not mean a contract has been signed!" Zhao Zhiqiang's voice turned serious. "Our supply and marketing cooperative can offer a 20% premium on the assessed residual value, cash transactions, full payment on the same day, and receipts credited to the account on the same day!"

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

Zhao Zhiqiang pressed his advantage, saying each word carefully, "Getting things done with money and revitalizing idle state-owned assets is a credit to your investigation team. Now the prices are higher, the returns are faster, and the procedures are more standardized—this is also a resounding achievement for you!"

"This... in principle, can be studied." Qian, the clerk, was clearly wavering.

"It's settled then! I'll bring the official letter and cash to the factory at 6:30 tomorrow morning!"

"Manager Zhao, is it in such a hurry?"

"Every second counts in organizing a mission!"

Zhao Zhiqiang slammed down the phone and quickly dialed a second one.

"Old Feng, lend me your cotton and linen warehouse for three days! It's not free, you'll have to pay a maintenance fee! Don't ask what it is, it's just scrap materials!"

……

Just as dawn was breaking, Zhao Zhiqiang, accompanied by two employees and carrying the large sum of money given to him by Lu Qingshan, strode confidently into the Hongxing Repair Shop.

Lu Qingshan sat leisurely at a tea stall across the street, a bowl of cold tea in front of him, like a general strategizing.

As expected, Qian arrived on time. Upon seeing Zhao Zhiqiang, he forced a smile and said, "Manager Zhao, your work efficiency is truly remarkable."

Zhao Zhiqiang slammed the official letter and the kraft paper package onto the table.

"Serving the people means seizing every second. This is an official letter. Here is 1,182 yuan, not a penny less! Thirty yuan of that is for the factory's site cleanup fee. Sign, stamp, and pick up the vehicle!"

The accountant's eyes widened when he saw the thick stack of ten-yuan notes, and his fingers flew like a flywheel as he counted the money.

Officer Qian coughed and said, "Well... that previous buyer..."

Zhao Zhiqiang raised his eyelids, his imposing manner demanding: "When the investigation team disposes of state-owned assets, is it the case that the highest bidder wins, and those with the best qualifications get priority?"

That's right.

"The supply and marketing cooperative is a government-run entity, so they offer higher prices and the payments are credited to their accounts immediately, right?"

"...That's not wrong either."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's follow the rules!"

Regardless of how righteous they appeared on the surface, the two grew closer and closer, and Zhao Zhiqiang slipped a small envelope into their hand.

With a bright smile, Officer Qian slammed the cover down.

With the red seal on the paper, the outcome is decided!

Half an hour later, three Jiefang trucks were towed away through the back gate by a tractor, escorted secretly by Lu Qingshan throughout the journey, until they entered the gate of the cotton and linen warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

Once the door closed, Zhao Zhiqiang finally let out a long breath and wiped away his cold sweat: "Brother Qingshan, this time I've staked my life on you!"

Lu Qingshan smiled and handed over a money bag: "Brother Zhiqiang, this is for the subsequent car repairs and errands. Don't let it go wrong in the account."

A simple "Brother Zhiqiang" instantly brought the two closer.

Zhao Zhiqiang took the money bag and nodded emphatically: "From now on, you're my brother!"

Less than two hours later, the three mechanics that Zhao Zhiqiang had found entered the warehouse.

The leader was named Jiang Tiezhu, with half a missing ring finger on his left hand and wolf-like eyes. One was surnamed Han, and walked with a slight limp. The other was surnamed Cao, carrying an old tool bag and reeking of machine oil.

"The retired truck drivers are highly skilled, but they live a frugal life," Zhao Zhiqiang said in a low voice.

Jiang Tiezhu glanced at the three dilapidated cars and asked directly, "Boss Lu, what's the plan?"

"One hundred yuan per person per month, including three full meals!" Lu Qingshan quoted an exorbitant price.

The three men's pupils constricted sharply. One hundred yuan? That's more than the salary of a regular employee!

"Should we pay you first, or after you finish the job?" Cao Guodong put down his toolbox and asked eagerly.

Without saying a word, Lu Qingshan took out three thick stacks of 10,000 yuan bills from his satchel, fifty bills in each stack, and slapped them directly onto the wooden box.

"Here's half a month's salary, take it!"

Jiang Tiezhu didn't make a move; he stared intently at Lu Qingshan: "How far does the boss want us to go?"

"I need two cars that can run to the provincial capital before the evening of the day after tomorrow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them scattered immediately, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

Jiang Tiezhu pulled open the hood, Cao Guodong disassembled the oil pump, and Han Laoliu slid under the car and tapped the drive shaft. Their movements were fluid and incredibly professional.

A moment later, Jiang Tiezhu raised his head, spat, and began to curse:

"Who filed that report? That bastard should be dragged to the boiler room to shovel ashes for the rest of his life!"

Cao Guodong chimed in: "The first one can be tested tonight!"

Han Laoliu patted the truck bed: "For the second one, just replace a part and work on the brakes!"

Jiang Tiezhu pointed to the third vehicle: "This one is in the worst condition; its parts can be used to supply the first two!"

Lu Qingshan asked, "Two and a half days, two cars, is that alright?"

"No need!" Jiang Tiezhu stood up abruptly, his chest puffed out. "Two days! Two days is enough for us!"

"Okay!" Lu Qingshan took out money from his bag again, three stacks in total, and slammed them heavily onto the wooden box.

"The day after tomorrow evening, when the two cars drive out of the warehouse, each person will receive an additional two hundred!"

A generous reward will surely attract brave men!

In an instant, a symphony of wrenches clashing against steel filled the warehouse!

……

Meanwhile, at the forest farm.

The scrap metal dealer stormed into Gao Jianjun's office in a fit of rage.

"Director Gao! Where's the car? It's gone! Zhao Zhiqiang from the supply and marketing cooperative bought it!"

With a "snap," the pen in Gao Jianjun's hand ripped a hole in the document, splattering ink everywhere!

"Supply and Marketing Cooperative? Zhao Zhiqiang?" His face turned ashen. He quickly realized the situation. He knew from his investigation of Lu Qingshan that the kid had a good relationship with Zhao Zhiqiang. He never expected that the kid would ruin his plans with a scrapped car.

Gao Jianjun's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He grabbed the phone and dialed the county food factory directly.

On the other end of the phone, Yu Bo's official voice came through: "Deputy Director Gao, is the matter settled?"

Gao Jianjun's hand, gripping the microphone, bulged with veins: "Director Yu, something's happened! Lu Qingshan has no trucks to transport the goods, so he's trying to take advantage of me!"

After explaining the whole story in one breath, Gao Jianjun took a sip of tea.

"The car was snatched up by Zhao Zhiqiang from the supply and marketing cooperative! All the paperwork is in order, and the money has already been deposited!"

"What?!" There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by barely suppressed anger.

The sound of a porcelain cup shattering on the ground came from the other end of the phone, followed by Yu Bo's furious roar.

"Scarface Liu! Call Scarface Liu in here!"

"Tell him that before dawn, by any means necessary, those three beat-up cars must be reduced to a pile of unrecognizable scrap metal!"