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Lu Qingshan silently put the protective mirror close to his body, and its weight and warmth instantly soothed his entire body.

Lin Xiulan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing him put it away, as if she had accomplished something of paramount importance.

She turned around and carefully took out a blue cloth-covered account book and a stack of receipts neatly clipped together from the drawer on the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Take this with you too."

She handed the items to Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan opened the account book.

The neat and elegant handwriting immediately catches the eye.

"Hawthorn, Grade A, 321 catties, 23 cents per catty, total price 73.83 yuan."

"Walnuts, top grade, open-shelled, 108 jin, 6 mao per walnut, total price 64.8 yuan."

"Dried mushrooms, rinsed and sorted, 89 jin..."

I remember every single stroke clearly.

Quantity, grade, unit price, total price, all categorized clearly and easy to understand.

They were even more thorough than the accountants at the supply and marketing cooperative.

There were also a few sheets of paper tucked behind the ledger.

One is a master list of all the goods.

The other document is a copy of the supply contract that was originally signed with Guo Haipeng, the owner of a health product factory in the provincial capital.

Lin Xiulan pointed to the last item on the list, the total price circled in red, her eyes revealing an unprecedented shrewdness and sharpness.

"This is all the supplies we have for this shipment."

"Once we get to the provincial capital, if the market is good, this price will be the bottom line that Director Guo will give us for settlement."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, carrying an undeniable power.

"If... there are any unforeseen circumstances along the way, or if Director Guo tries to lower the price, this list and contract will be our irrefutable proof of the accounts."

"The payment and goods must be settled completely, not a penny less."

At this moment, Lin Xiulan no longer showed any trace of the timid demeanor she once had, who would only bow her head in front of others.

Like a general's wife about to send her husband off to war, she was calm and meticulous, turning all her worries into the strongest support.

She wasn't giving instructions; she was revealing the truth, handing over her most powerful weapon.

Lu Qingshan closed the ledger and solemnly placed it in his bosom, close to the scalding hot breastplate.

This thing gives him more peace of mind than a shotgun.

He reached out and grasped Lin Xiulan's somewhat cold hands.

"Wait for me to come back."

No further promises were made.

Four words are enough.

Lin Xiulan nodded heavily, her eyes reddening, but she stubbornly raised the corners of her mouth and forced a smile.

"Um."

Seeing her trying to be strong, Lu Qingshan stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, sighed softly, and said in a tone that was both indulgent and helpless, "Why are you like this? Don't you trust your husband?"

Lin Xiulan's cheek pressed against his warm, broad chest, and she could hear his strong heartbeat.

Upon hearing the word "husband," two blushes immediately rose to her cheeks, and her original sadness was instantly dispelled by shyness.

"No...no."

She mumbled something barely audible, but her hands involuntarily wrapped around his broad back, clutching the hem of his shirt tightly.

Lu Qingshan lowered his head, looking at her blushing ear tips and shy appearance, and felt his throat tighten. The love and deep-seated desire in his heart were instantly ignited.

"Xiulan..." His voice lowered, carrying a hint of hoarse magnetism.

Lin Xiulan's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she met his gaze, the tears in her eyes transforming into endless tenderness and obedience.

Lu Qingshan lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

The lights inside the room flickered and appeared somewhat dim.

Lu Qingshan scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the wooden bed in the inner room.

The red curtains fell, blocking out the spring light that filled the room, leaving only low murmurs and intertwined breaths, spreading endlessly in the tranquil night...

……

The next morning.

The cold wind whipped up dust, stinging people's faces.

When Lu Qingshan pushed open the warehouse door, a hot, pungent smell mixed with diesel, metal, and sweat hit him.

Three transformed Jiefang trucks, like two lurking steel beasts, stood quietly in the center of the warehouse.

Thick, menacing steel beams were welded to the front of the vehicle.

The wheels were wrapped with thick, non-slip iron chains, gleaming with a cold light.

Scarface Liu and several carefully selected brothers were already lined up and waiting.

They were all dressed in worn-out black cotton-padded jackets and liberation shoes, and each carried a weapon.

There were steel pipes with sharpened tips, iron rods filled with lead, and crowbars with triangular nails welded to one end.

Each of them carried a ruthless air about them, as if they had tasted blood on the edge of a knife.

Upon seeing Lu Qingshan enter, everyone immediately straightened their backs.

In those ten pairs of eyes, there was no fear, only an almost fanatical worship.

"Boss!"

Scarface Liu took a step forward, carrying on his back a very fierce iron rod with a menacing steel nail welded to the top.

He reported in a muffled voice, which echoed through the empty warehouse.

"Fuel is full! Four large spare fuel drums are ready!"

"Spare tires, two for each vehicle! Jacks, wrenches, crowbars, steel cables, shovels—all prepared as you instructed!"

"The food we have consists of flatbread and pickled vegetables that can be stored for a while; enough to last us five days!"

He paused, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and the scar twitched slightly.

"The brothers have all spoken to their families, and their wives and children are all settled!"

"Today, I'll follow you, boss, into the lion's den and into the tiger's lair!"

"Break into the dragon's den! Enter the tiger's lair!"

The ten men behind him slammed their iron bars into the ground, producing a dull, rhythmic thud.

The momentum is like a rainbow.

Lu Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.

He didn't say anything to boost morale.

For these outlaws, action is the best command.

He simply raised his hand and swung it sharply towards the door.

"Set off!"

Not a single word wasted.

Lu Qingshan himself was the first to turn around, stride forward, open the driver's side door of the lead car, and leap in.

The movements were swift and decisive.

A hint of admiration flashed in Scarface Liu's eyes. He immediately selected his most valiant brother and squeezed into the passenger seat.

The others quickly and silently climbed into the back of the two trucks, found good positions, and held their weapons to their chests, each one like a wolf ready to pounce.

Turn the key.

"Boom—"

"Boom!"

Three dormant engines were awakened at the same time.

The deep roar caused the floor of the entire warehouse to tremble slightly.

Lu Qingshan shifted into gear and released the clutch.

Three steel behemoths, without horns or headlights, like three giant ghosts, silently glided out of the warehouse and merged into the deep night outside the village.

The convoy turned onto a small road leading to the western suburbs, and only then did Lu Qingshan turn on the headlights.

Two bright beams of light, like two sharp swords, pierced through the endless darkness ahead.

Just then.

"Clatter".

"Pat-pat, pat..."

A few drops of cold rain fell unexpectedly onto the windshield.

Then, the raindrops became denser and denser.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

In the beam of the car headlights, you can see fine raindrops dancing in the air.

The hunter's path that had just turned into ahead quickly became muddy and slippery due to the rain.

The road also seemed narrower than it appeared on the map.

The shadows of the trees on both sides, flickering under the car headlights, seemed to stretch out their claws and fangs, as if they were about to completely devour the road.