Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

county seat.

A temporary warehouse for the Wenzhou gang.

Incandescent lamps illuminated the more than 100-square-meter factory building.

A dozen or so men, shirtless and sweating profusely, were stacking the sacks that had just been brought back.

Fertilizer bags and canvas sacks were piled up in layers, all the way to the roof.

The pungent, sour smell mingled with the odor of raw meat. But to Ah Biao, it was the unique aroma of banknotes.

The roar of a car engine came from outside the gate.

A black Toyota Crown sedan, its body pressed against the snow, was parked steadily in front of the warehouse.

The car door opened, and Boss Huang stepped out wearing an expensive leather trench coat.

Three more middle-aged men in black woolen coats emerged from the car; they were all old hands who had followed Boss Huang all over the country.

As Boss Huang looked at the sacks piled up to the roof of the warehouse, his heart pounded, and a greedy fire burned wildly in his eyes.

The 150,000 yuan he spent almost emptied his savings accumulated over the years.

But as long as this batch of goods can be successfully loaded onto the train bound for the border, the money will immediately multiply more than tenfold, turning into a huge profit of two million.

What's even more crucial is that as long as they firmly control the source of goods in Kaoshantun, this supply line will essentially be laying golden eggs for them.

"Ah Biao! Ah Biao! Where are you, you little rascal?"

Boss Huang strode in, opening his arms to give his number one contributor a hug, only to find that there was no one at the front.

"Boss, I'm in the back."

A lazy voice came from deep within the warehouse.

Following the sound, Boss Huang walked around the two "sack mountains".

At a glance, you can see that Ah Biao has changed into a brand new black woolen overcoat and is leaning back in a grand chair like an old man.

He had a filtered cigarette dangling from his mouth, not even lifting his eyelids.

At this moment, Ah Biao felt even more comfortable than if he had smoked opium.

He single-handedly took down a plate worth 150,000.

In the icy, snowy landscape of Northeast China, he felt like the true king.

"Ah Biao, what's wrong? Your big brother is here and you're not even going to greet him? Do you think you're no longer my big brother now that you've done something good?" Boss Huang's smile faded, and he spoke in a half-joking, half-stern tone.

"Boss, how could that be?"

Ah Biao exhaled a smoke ring, still sitting in the chair without moving: "It's so cold. I spent the whole night in the snow at the village entrance, and my calves are cramping. I really can't stand up."

Seeing Ah Biao's behavior, Boss Huang felt a surge of anger rising to his throat.

His hands, which were behind his back, clenched tightly.

A lowly errand boy now dares to act arrogantly in front of me.

But looking at the warehouse full of goods, Boss Huang swallowed his anger.

This kid is truly the number one contributor to the success of acquiring so many top-quality goods this time, so it's not appropriate to turn against him now.

"You've worked hard, Biaozi. You've really done a great job collecting so much cargo this time."

Boss Huang placed a bottle of red wine with a foreign label on the small square table next to him: "Authentic French Bordeaux. Today, your brother is personally pouring you a celebratory drink."

After saying that, he uncorked the glass, poured half a glass of red wine, and handed it to Ah Biao with a smile.

Ah Biao didn't answer.

He simply extended his right hand, adorned with a gold ring, and tapped the table in front of him.

"Boss, you can put it here." Ah Biao tapped his cigarette ash, his tone arrogant: "I'm smoking here, I can't free my hands."

Boss Huang's hand froze in mid-air.

He clenched his back teeth so tightly that the muscles in his cheeks twitched almost imperceptibly, and then slammed his wine glass heavily onto the table.

A crisp "clang" sounded.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Seeing this, a gaunt old man following behind Boss Huang quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Boss, this celebratory drink was well-deserved. Biaozi braved the wind and snow all night yesterday; he's truly a hero. But then again, if it weren't for your strategic planning, Boss, deciding to dump 150,000 yuan in cash, how could we have so easily acquired this warehouse full of top-quality boards?"

The old man gave Boss Huang a thumbs up: "Yesterday, that local bully Zhao Shanhe was still threatening to fight to the death at the village entrance, but your move of cutting off his supply lines has forced Zhao into a situation where he's all alone! It's all thanks to your brilliant strategy, Boss!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Biao glanced at Boss Huang's cold, ambiguous smile and felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

He realized that he had indeed gotten carried away.

Ah Biao quickly loosened his grip on the cigarette, letting the cigarette fall to the ground.

He picked up the wine glass on the table with both hands and leaned forward with a big smile.

"Older brother is right!"

Ah Biao bent over, raising his glass lower than Boss Huang's chest: "I, Ah Biao, am just a gofer. It's all thanks to your wealth and brilliant strategies, Boss! 150,000 yuan in cash was thrown at him, and that Zhao fellow didn't dare utter a sound! This glass is for you, Boss!"

The flattery soothed Boss Huang, and his anger subsided considerably, replaced by a smug smile.

"Who does this guy surnamed Zhao think he is? A country bumpkin like him dares to challenge me."

Boss Huang sneered, turned around and looked at the warehouse full of sacks, his tone arrogant and condescending: "I threw down 150,000 yuan in cash, directly buying out all the goods in Kaoshantun. What can he use to compete with me!"

At this point, Boss Huang's voice trembled with excitement.

He spread his arms and drew a big circle in mid-air.

"Once we load this shipment onto the train and clear it out, we'll make this our base here! We'll not only deal in raw hides, but we'll also develop a large-scale industry!"

Boss Huang's eyes gleamed with fervent ambition: "We won't just buy hides, we'll acquire those struggling local businesses! We'll do deep processing of fur and monopolize the fur market in China and even the world! We'll not only sell our goods to the Soviets, but also to the Japanese, making money all over the world!"

The pie was drawn to be huge and round.

Ah Biao's eyes lit up as he listened, his earlier awe completely overshadowed by greed.

He sat bolt upright, staring intently at Boss Huang, and demanded, "Boss, what about me?"

Boss Huang sneered inwardly.

He cursed inwardly, thinking this ignorant bastard really thought he was someone important. He'd kick him out the moment this batch of goods was sold.

But he smiled broadly and walked over to give Ah Biao a hard pat on the shoulder.

"You? Of course you're the major shareholder of our company! From now on, all the processing and trading in these three northeastern provinces will be under your management!"

Boss Huang pointed to the fertilizer bag next to him and urged urgently, "Alright, stop hiding it! Quickly show the older brothers the top-quality hides you've collected!"

When this enormous pie hit him, Ah Biao's frenzied blood rushed to his head.

He felt that after today, he would be the real master of the three northeastern provinces.

"Boss, you can trust me with your work! Don't you trust my judgment, Ah Biao's?"

Ah Biao ostentatiously adjusted the collar of his brand-new wool coat, strode over to the front of a stack of fertilizer bags, and grabbed the bottom seams of the bags with both hands.

"Boss, gentlemen, take a look!"

Ah Biao's tone was full of boasting and arrogance: "Look at the empire I, Ah Biao, have built for us, it's all top-notch!"

Ah Biao pulled upwards with both hands and ripped open the knot that was tied around the bag.

He turned the entire fertilizer bag upside down, grabbed it by the bottom, and shook it violently. He was even prepared to face everyone's shocked and admiring gazes.

Splash!

A pile of grayish-black debris mixed with white frost and nauseating rotten hair poured down like broken ice blocks.

The ice shards and bits of meat exploded on the hard cement floor, rolling all the way down to the shiny black leather shoes of Boss Huang and his old crew.

The ground was covered with a layer of frozen crumbs.

There wasn't even a single piece of leather whose shape could be clearly seen.

Ah Biao's arrogance froze instantly.

The smile on Boss Huang's lips froze completely on his face.

The entire warehouse was deathly silent.