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

Gao Jianjun practically threw the phone back at him.

He was too lazy to listen to Yu Bo's arrangements anymore.

His anger made him lose his mind, and all he wanted to do was crush Lu Qingshan, this disobedient little bug!

……

In the office of the county food factory, Yu Bo held the receiver, the busy tone on the other end sounding like a silent mockery of him.

His chest heaved violently, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly with anger.

The floor was a mess, littered with shards of teaware that he had just swept off the table.

The secretary stood at the door, not daring to breathe.

What a shrewd Lu Qingshan!

What a brilliant move to undermine the enemy's defenses!

Yu Bo finally understood.

The so-called tasks of supply and marketing cooperatives, the so-called revitalization of idle assets, are all a smokescreen!

This is Lu Qingshan's doing!

He used the name of the supply and marketing cooperative and Zhao Zhiqiang's hands to snatch the fat meat that Gao Jianjun was about to swallow from his mouth!

Once those three vehicles are repaired, Lu Qingshan will have his own transportation team.

All the blockades he had previously laid out, the transportation bureau's documents, and the forestry farm's bans would all become a pile of waste paper.

At that time, tens of thousands of kilograms of mountain products will be continuously transported to the provincial capital and turned into stacks of cash.

Yu Bo could only watch helplessly, like a complete fool!

Thinking of this, a bloody smell rose in his throat.

"Xiao Wang!"

He growled at the doorway.

Secretary Xiao Wang jumped in alarm and rushed in, head bowed: "Factory Manager, what are your instructions?"

Yu Bo squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Go and fetch Scarface Liu for me."

Xiao Wang's face turned pale instantly, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Scarface Liu...

In the county town, these three words mean trouble and bloodshed.

"Factory manager...this...this is broad daylight..."

Yu Bo suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with a frighteningly sinister look.

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes! Yes! I'll go right away!"

Xiao Wang scrambled away as if a demon were chasing him.

The office fell silent again.

Yu Bo walked to the window and looked down at the busy workers in the workshop below.

He's been running his business for half his life, and in this county town, if he says one, no one dares to say another.

rule?

For him, the rules are everything!

Lu Qingshan wanted to play a game of open strategy with him, using his opponent's strength against him?

Row.

So he used the most unruly method to crush this arrogant brat, car and all!

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a burly figure blocked the light from entering.

The man was not tall, but he was as sturdy as an iron tower. He wore an ill-fitting black jacket, and his bald head gleamed oily under the light.

The most horrifying thing was the scar on his left cheek that stretched from his brow bone to his chin, like a twisted centipede that wriggled with the twitching of his cheek muscles.

The moment he entered, the air in the room became thick and sticky.

"Director Yu, you wanted to see me?"

Scarface Liu's voice was hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing together.

He pulled out a chair, sat down with an air of authority, and brazenly sized up Yu Bo.

Without wasting any words, Yu Bo took a thick brown paper bag from the drawer and threw it on the table.

"Here is two thousand dollars."

Scarface Liu's eyelids twitched, but he didn't reach out to take it.

"Work?"

Yu Bo held up two fingers.

"Two jobs."

"First, there's a cotton and linen warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Someone has hidden three beat-up trucks there. I need you to bring men and smash them into a pile of scrap metal that no one can recognize."

Scarface Liu grinned, the scar making his smile look even uglier than a cry.

"Simple."

"second."

Yu Bo's voice trailed off, carrying a chilling undertone.

"The owner of these three cars is Lu Qingshan."

"I want you to break both his legs."

The smile on Scarface Liu's face slowly faded.

He extended his thick finger and pointed to the paper bag on the table.

"A broken leg costs more than that."

Yu Bo then took out another paper bag of the same thickness from the drawer and placed it on top of the first one.

"four thousand."

"Two legs, four thousand dollars."

"I want him to spend the rest of his life watching me make money from a wheelchair."

Scarface Liu looked at the tall stack of ten-yuan notes on the table, and a greedy glint finally appeared in his eyes.

He stood up, picked up both paper bags, one in each hand, and weighed them in his hands.

"Director Yu was straightforward."

When will we get the results?

"The sooner the better."

"I'll let you hear a sound before dawn."

After saying that, Scarface Liu turned and left without uttering a single unnecessary word.

After the door closed, Yu Bo sat back down in his chair and let out a long sigh.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed Gao Jianjun's number.

"Old Gao, get some sleep."

"After dawn, Lu Qingshan could no longer get up."

……

A dilapidated bread cart was parked on a dirt slope not far from the cotton and linen warehouse.

Scarface Liu sat in the passenger seat, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, observing the warehouse through military binoculars.

It was completely dark by then.

The warehouse was brightly lit, with the sounds of metal clanging and engines roaring intermittently.

"Brother Liu, have you found out?"

A skinny, monkey-like young man approached from behind, lowering his voice.

"In the afternoon, a young man went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a lot of food and drinks to take inside, saying it was to reward the car repairman. There were only three old men working inside."

"What about that kid surnamed Lu?"

"He's inside too, and hasn't come out all afternoon."

Scarface Liu lowered his binoculars, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

Three old men and one young boy.

It's perfect to take them all in one go.

He spat his cigarette butt out the window.

"When they finish their work, when they are most relaxed."

"Tonight, let that kid hit the road, car and all."

Inside the bread cart, the other two men revealed bloodthirsty smiles and began inspecting the steel pipes and wrenches in their hands.

While they were observing the warehouse.

On the second floor of the warehouse, behind a dusty window.

Lu Qingshan put down a military telescope of the same model that he was holding...

He doesn't even need a telescope.

From the moment that rickety bread cart stopped on the slope, he keenly sensed a subtle malice, like the scent of a wild beast in the forest.

He was all too familiar with that aura.

It's murderous intent.

It's the kind of aura that only a desperate criminal would take someone's life without hesitation for money possesses.

He looked at the three experienced workers who were working diligently in the car, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Lu Qingshan kept quiet.

He walked downstairs with a gentle smile on his face and clapped his hands.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone!"

Jiang Tiezhu, his hands covered in grease, looked up and grinned, "Boss Lu, this first car will be ready to start soon! Listen to that sound!"

As he spoke, another driver climbed into the driver's seat and turned the key.

"Boom—"

After two years of silence, the engine let out a deep, powerful roar, and the entire warehouse floor trembled slightly.

"It's done!"

Han Laoliu and Cao Guodong shouted excitedly.

Lu Qingshan nodded, took out three thick red envelopes that he had prepared in advance from his bag, and stuffed them into their hands one by one.

"Well done!"

That's all for tonight. Everyone, go home early and get some rest.

"Here's the promised bonus, take it!"

Jiang Tiezhu, clutching the thick red envelope, looked somewhat embarrassed: "Boss Lu, this job isn't finished yet..."

"One more night won't make a difference."

Lu Qingshan patted him on the shoulder, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Your sister-in-law and children are waiting for you at home, go back quickly."

"Tomorrow morning, I'll have Erniu deliver breakfast to everyone."

The three experienced workers left, expressing their deepest gratitude.

Li Erniu also went with them, but was sent back to the village by Lu Qingshan.

The huge warehouse was soon left with only Lu Qingshan.

He closed the warehouse door and bolted it from the inside.

Then, he slowly picked up an iron rod about the thickness of an arm from the corner and weighed it in his hand.

The night wind blew in through the cracks in the window, carrying a hint of chill.

Lu Qingshan walked up to the newly repaired Jiefang truck and gently stroked its cold body.

He listened intently.

You can hear suppressed, excited whispers coming from the distant slope.

They're coming.