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

A dozen or so shirtless, burly men, their hands trembling, gripped folding knives and charged into Madai Mountain.

stab.

stab.

The sound of tearing silk echoed throughout the closed warehouse, sounding like the bones of a living person being scraped away.

More than a hundred fertilizer bags were ripped open, and their contents spilled onto the cement floor, splashing mud and water everywhere.

Boss Huang sat in the armchair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, his knuckles turning a ghastly white from the excessive force.

His gaze, like a rusty searchlight, stiffly swept over the pile of goods inch by inch.

The warehouse was indeed piled high with leather, and it looked frighteningly impressive.

But the more he looked, the more his scalp tingled, and his heart sank little by little into an ice cave.

At first glance, countless goods were all second- or even third-grade goods with mixed fur colors and small sizes.

There were also some worthless items that Ah Biao blindly bought in order to show off his strength.

These rotten goods were piled up into a small mountain that reeked of raw meat.

But the Wenzhou gang, who were truly hoping to make a fortune and exchange their ill-gotten gains for US dollars from that Soviet tycoon Vasily, couldn't find a single one.

It's all gone.

Apart from the cheap scraps that were worthless by weight, the ground was covered with piles of grayish-black debris.

Just as Boss Huang's breathing became heavier and heavier, and a metallic taste began to rise in his throat.

"Boss! Boss!"

A young man, covered in sweat, was frantically rummaging through the rubble when he suddenly let out a joyful shout.

He held up a huge, incredibly large, glossy, top-grade leather piece with both hands, and scrambled over to Boss Huang: "Boss, look! There's top-grade leather! This one's in perfect condition! There are plenty more of these good stuff down there!"

Ah Biao, who had been lying paralyzed in the mud, suddenly had a glimmer of life in his gloomy eyes when he heard these words.

He scrambled over, grabbing the henchman's trouser leg tightly, nodding wildly like a mad dog: "Yes! I told you I personally inspected them! Everything I collect is top-notch!"

A glimmer of light finally refocused in Boss Huang's empty eyes.

He opened his mouth, about to reach out and touch the leather, when the gaunt old man beside him suddenly stepped forward.

The old man snatched the so-called top-grade leather from his henchman's hand.

Instead of looking directly at it, he brought the leather to his nose and sniffed it intently like a hunting dog.

A faint, yet unmistakably strong, acrid chemical smell, distinctly not from raw hides, assaulted the old man's senses.

The old man's face instantly turned deathly pale.

He didn't say anything, but gripped the two ends of the large piece of leather tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and pulled it sharply to both sides.

Oh!

A sickeningly sharp sound of tearing fabric rang out.

That seemingly perfect, thick, and flexible slab was like a frozen soda cracker in the old man's hands.

It had no resilience whatsoever and broke directly in two from the middle.

Splash!

Frost and ice shards frozen into powder in the interlayer fell down the broken leather plate, covering Ah Biao's head and face.

The factory, which had just been full of hope, instantly became deathly silent.

Ah Biao's face froze completely from ecstasy. His mouth was agape, like a duck being choked, unable to utter a sound.

Boss Huang stared intently at the two severed pieces of leather in the old man's hand, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, his voice trembling: "Old Liu, what happened?"

The gaunt old man's hands trembled as he slammed the two pieces of leather into the mud.

He whirled around, his old face ashen, his voice trembling with grief: "It's over... Boss, it's all over! This is like sodium sulfate going up in price!"

With a loud bang.

These four words struck Boss Huang like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, hitting him squarely on the head.

"Salmonite prices have surged..."

The scene before Boss Huang's eyes went black for a moment, and his body swayed violently.

He gripped the armrests of the armchair tightly to maintain his balance, and murmured incredulously, "This... isn't this the kind of underhanded trick we used to rip off Fujianese people when we were starting out in the South...?"

Soak the skin and fascia in Glauber's salt solution to break them, then inject water to stretch the size.

They specifically target unsuspecting middlemen, passing off inferior goods as superior ones to make huge profits.

They made their first fortune using this underhanded tactic.

But today, someone used the exact same trick to wipe out their entire fortune in the snowy Northeast!

This is no longer a simple setup.

This is killing someone and destroying their spirit; it's like digging up the ancestral graves of the Wenzhou gang!

Extreme fear and a sense of absurdity instantly transformed into overwhelming rage.

Boss Huang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he stared intently at Ah Biao kneeling on the ground, pointing his finger at him and cursing, "You son of a bitch, Ah Biao! Do you even have a brain?! You can't even recognize the methods we used to build our fortune?! Were you blind when you were receiving the goods?!"

Ah Biao was already terrified.

Being publicly berated and gripped by extreme fear, he reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, howling, "Boss! This isn't entirely my fault! You personally inspected and touched these top-quality leathers when we brought them back a few days ago! You didn't notice anything amiss either!"

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the entire warehouse instantly froze.

The dozen or so henchmen around him were so frightened they stopped breathing.

No one expected that Ah Biao would dare to talk back at this critical juncture, and even directly pin the blame on Boss Huang.

The expression on Boss Huang's face froze completely.

Ah Biao's hysterical defense was like a rusty, dull knife, stabbing cruelly into the heart of this "strategic boss" in front of all his subordinates, and even twisting it twice.

Yes, he was blind too.

He was also blinded by his own greed.

The more Boss Huang thought about it, the more the rage in his chest burned, and his reason was completely burned to ashes by the bloody hole of 150,000 and the extreme humiliation.

His usually calm and cold face instantly twisted into a hideous demon.

"Fuck your mother, you little bastard, you dare talk back?!"

He suddenly sprang up, grabbed the bottle of French Bordeaux red wine from the small square table next to him, and pounced on it like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

Without any hesitation, he swung the heavy glass bottle and smashed it down hard on Ah Biao's head.

boom!

Red wine, mixed with shards of glass and blood, exploded on Ah Biao's head.

The scarlet liquor flowed down Ah Biao's face and into the shards of ice scattered on the ground, a shocking sight.

Ah Biao let out a miserable scream and collapsed straight into the stinking mud, clutching his head and wailing pitifully.

But it's not over yet.

Completely stripped of his dignity, Boss Huang lunged forward, kneeling heavily on the rotting flesh that reeked of stench.

He grabbed Abiao by the collar of his wool coat and forcibly pulled the half-dead Abiao up.

"You little bastard! How dare you lecture me!"

Boss Huang's eyes were bloodshot, and he spat wildly onto Ah Biao's blood-soaked face, roaring hoarsely, "A sky-high price of five yuan and fifty cents! You didn't even look at it, and all you brought in was a warehouse full of rat skins that wouldn't even cover the shipping costs!"

"Those three thousand top-grade leathers I was hoping to use to recoup my losses were all counterfeit goods that you blindly bought up!"

While frantically shaking Ah Biao, Boss Huang clenched his other fist and pounded it relentlessly into Ah Biao's face: "150,000! That's my 150,000! You, this piece of trash, squandered it all trying to act like a big shot at the village entrance!"

"You were smoking and wouldn't take my wine, were you?! Is this Bordeaux even good?!"

Boss Huang punched Ah Biao repeatedly in the nose, leaving his face covered in welts, and roared like a madman: "Weren't you all so smug sitting in that armchair pretending to be a big shot?! Weren't you saying your legs were cramping and you couldn't stand up?! Stand up!"

"Where are your three northeastern provinces? Where is your country?! Open your dog eyes and see, your country is nothing but this pile of stinking dog shit!"

Ah Biao was beaten until his face was covered in blood, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

He lay limp in Boss Huang's arms, wailing like a dead dog: "Boss, spare me... don't hit me anymore, boss... I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..."

"Wrong?"

Boss Huang grinned, revealing a sinister smile more ferocious than a vengeful ghost.

He stared intently at Ah Biao's bloodied and mangled face, his voice like a knife chilled to the bone: "I'd spend 150,000 silver dollars on a mere 'wrong' from you? You think your worthless life deserves it!"

Boss Huang yanked Ah Biao's collar off.

He suddenly turned around and grabbed the bottle neck of the red wine bottle that he had just used to blow someone's head off from the mud.

The jagged shards of glass were still stained with Ah Biao's blood and foul-smelling bits of flesh.

Without any hesitation, Boss Huang gripped the sharp shard of glass in his hand and plunged it deep into Ah Biao's carotid artery: "I'll fill this hole with your blood today!"

"Boss, no way!"

Seeing that Ah Biao was about to be bled out on the spot, the gaunt old man next to him was terrified.

He lunged forward, grabbing Boss Huang's raised arm tightly with both hands and pressing his entire body weight onto it.

"Boss, calm down!"

The old man's voice cracked with anxiety: "Even if we stab him to death on the spot, we won't get the money back! The 150,000 can't just go down the drain like this! We have to keep him alive so he'll reveal who set this up!"

This sentence barely pierced Boss Huang's fanatical mind.

The sharp shard of glass in his hand stopped abruptly less than half an inch from Ah Biao's carotid artery.

Boss Huang was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently like a fully drawn bellows.

After several seconds, he smashed the broken bottle in his hand into the ice shards as if throwing away trash.

Ah Biao collapsed onto the scraps of leather with a thud, like a lump of mud.

The extreme fear of escaping death instantly drained all his strength, and a stream of foul-smelling yellow fluid gushed from his crotch, mixing with the stench on the ground.

Boss Huang slowly stood up.

He didn't wipe the blood and mud off his hands, but looked down at Ah Biao with a cold gaze that sent chills down one's spine.

"You'd better remember it now."

Boss Huang gritted his teeth, forcing out a few words: "Who led the charge back then? Who was the first to throw this piece of trash on your table? If you can even remember a name, I'll leave you with a whole corpse."