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

In the dark night, amidst wind and snow, two blinding headlights brutally tore through the wind curtain.

An older, military-green Beijing Jeep led the way, its interior heated to a high level, making it feel somewhat stuffy.

Wang Jianye, the director of the county tractor factory, leaned comfortably against the soft leather seat, a Hongtashan cigarette with a filter tip between his fingers, gazing absently at the swirling white wind outside the vehicle.

In the passenger seat, Li Yuejin, the Party Secretary of the fertilizer plant, kept rubbing his hands, looking extremely uneasy.

"Old Wang, do you think it's feasible for us to take that truckload of people to Zhao Shanhe's compound?"

Li Yuejin finally couldn't hold back any longer, his voice revealing his guilt, "If a mass bloodshed really happens, who can bear the responsibility?"

Wang Jianye exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled disdainfully: "Look at you. What bloodshed? Zhao Shanhe is a smart man; would he dare to shoot at workers in a state-owned factory?"

Wang Jianye flicked off his cigarette ash, his eyes revealing extreme contempt and arrogance: "Or are you saying that this country bumpkin who deals in leather dares to point a homemade gun at state cadres like us with administrative ranks? Even if he had ten times the courage, he'd have to consider whether his lowly, peasant bones could withstand the iron fist of the dictatorship!"

"I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about Director Li from the city!"

Li Yuejin slapped his thigh in frustration: "Zhao Shanhe is working for Director Li now, collecting goods for the Soviets on the other side of the strait. If Director Li blames us for going to smash the plates so openly, will we be able to keep our jobs? Maybe... we should go back."

"Go back? Go back where?"

Wang Jianye's smile vanished. He pointed with his cigarette-smoking finger at the open truck following behind in the snowstorm, his eyes instantly turning cunning and sinister: "Old Li, have you lost your mind in this position? Get this straight, tonight we're not leading the workers to cause trouble, the workers are leading us to seek justice."

Li Yuejin was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

Wang Jianye slowly flicked off his cigarette ash, his tone full of high-sounding official jargon: "Zhao Shanhe is buying gray squirrels at high prices, luring all the able-bodied young men in our factory to skip work and go into the mountains. The production lines have all stopped. This is blatantly undermining socialism. The workers have spontaneously organized themselves to stop this destructive behavior. As factory leaders, can we just stand by and do nothing? We came here to maintain order because we're afraid the masses will suffer."

Li Yuejin swallowed hard, still feeling uncertain: "This explanation...can Director Li believe it? Even if we cause a scene today in the name of the workers, what can we do? We'll just beat people up and steal goods. Are we going to execute Zhao Shanhe? Once we leave, he'll team up with Jin Wanfu and Director Li to retaliate against us, and then we'll be in real trouble."

"He won't have that chance."

Wang Jianye snorted coldly, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "As long as we send our workers in today and steal all those top-quality leathers from his warehouse as stolen goods, what will he give the Soviets when the delivery date comes? If he can't deliver the goods, we'll hand them over intact, and this international trade channel will be ours! And he'll be kicked out of the game by our Soviet big brother."

Li Yuejin abruptly turned his head, staring at Wang Jianye with horror, as if he were a monster: "You want to kick Zhao Shanhe out and take over the Soviets' foreign trade business from across the strait? Old Wang, you really dare to dream!"

"People should dare to dream!"

Wang Jianye held up two fingers, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "Do you know how much money Zhao Shanhe made in his last deal with the Soviets? Twenty thousand! Twenty thousand yuan in one transaction! That's more than we made in over ten years working in that lousy factory!"

Seeing Li Yuejin gasp in shock, Wang Jianye patted him on the shoulder and sighed deeply.

"Old Li, it's not that I, Wang, am greedy. Back in the day, we made great contributions and shed blood and sweat in the factory, dedicating half our lives to it. But now the environment has changed, and we have to change with it."

Wang Jianye narrowed his eyes: "Even if not for yourself, you have to think about your wife and children, right? We're almost sixty this year, and we'll have to retire in a few years. Once we lose power, who will even look at us properly?"

"If it were before, that would be fine. The factory would provide for us in our old age, and our children could naturally take over the factory and continue to have this secure job."

Wang Jianye's eyes grew increasingly fierce as he spoke. "But look at those coastal areas in the south, how many large state-owned factories have gone out of business just like that? This trend will inevitably reach us sooner or later!"

"While we still have power, if we don't hurry up and make a fortune to pave our way for the future, what will we do when the factory really goes bankrupt? Will our children follow us to set up a bicycle repair stall on the street? Or will they become farmers like we did back in the labor farm?"

A brief silence fell over the carriage.

Only the dull roar of the Jeep engine echoed through the wind and snow.

Li Yuejin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still making a last-ditch effort: "Even if we snatch Zhao Shanhe away, Director Li will absolutely not agree to let us take over. He'd rather give this lucrative foreign trade business to Jin Wanfu than let us have it."

"Director Li will not agree, but Deputy Secretary Chen from the city will."

A confident sneer appeared on Wang Jianye's face as he directly played his trump card: "Secretary Chen's son is also in the foreign trade business and is worried about not finding a good channel across the strait. We'll cripple Zhao Shanhe, hand over this channel, and Young Master Chen will take the lion's share, while we brothers will get a small portion. With Secretary Chen backing us up, what can Director Li do to us? This is a one-time opportunity, are you in or not?"

Upon hearing that a high-ranking leader of the same level as Director Li was backing him up, Li Yuejin's expression shifted between light and dark for a long time.

After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth.

"Okay! I agree to do it! But there's one condition: no one can die tonight."

Wang Jianye turned his head, looked at the endless wind and snow outside the car window, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't worry, how could anyone die?"

He nonchalantly flicked the cigarette butt, still burning his fingertips, onto the floor mat and crushed it out forcefully. "At most, a few people will get hurt."

Two blinding headlights ruthlessly cleaved through the wind and snow, illuminating the dark dirt road ahead.

We've arrived at Kaoshantun.