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

Wang Jianye looked at Zhao Shanhe walking out of the gate, like a drowning man desperately clinging to a piece of driftwood.

He suddenly pushed his way out from behind the group of hunters who reeked of sweat, forcibly straightened his still trembling back, put his hands behind his back, and immediately launched into the same bureaucratic tone he used to use when reprimanding people in the factory.

"Zhao Shanhe! You've finally dared to show your face!"

Wang Jianye pointed to the blood and mess on the ground, raised his voice, and tried to shift all the blame to the workers and hunters: "Look at the mess you've made of this buying and selling! I'm hereby informing you, on behalf of the organization, that your exploitative business is over. From today onwards, you won't be getting a single hide!"

Zhao Shanhe was not as furious as Wang Jianye had expected.

He took a slow, deliberate drag on his cigarette, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Director Wang, what a coincidence."

Zhao Shanhe flicked his cigarette ash, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting casually: "I just got news from Director Li of the Municipal Party Committee that I wasn't planning to accept this leather anyway."

Wang Jianye froze, his hands behind his back stiffening for a moment: "What did you say?"

"The impact is terrible."

Zhao Shanhe sighed, shaking his head, his voice filled with anguish: "Director Li called me personally. Because my purchase price is high, all the workers at the tractor factory and fertilizer plant in the county have taken sick leave and gone to Changbai Mountain. Farmers aren't even farming; every household is taking nets to catch gray squirrels. This is seriously affecting normal production in the area!"

Zhao Shanhe threw his cigarette butt into the snow and stomped it out, then spread his hands: "The supply and marketing cooperative couldn't get the goods, and they complained to the municipal party committee every day, saying I was undermining socialism. It alarmed the provincial level, which would be an extremely serious political incident. Director Li gave the order, how could I, Zhao Shanhe, dare to go against the wind? So starting yesterday, I completely cut off this business."

Wang Jianye's mind completely went blank.

He turned his head blankly, looked at the hunters around him who were protecting him with homemade guns, then turned to Zhao Shanhe, his voice starting to tremble: "You're not going to accept it? Then... then what are these people doing blocking your door with guns in the middle of the night?"

"Director Wang, how could you, such a high-ranking leader, be so confused?"

Zhao Shanhe's smile vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely innocent and aggrieved expression: "It's because I refused to even accept the minimum price of five cents, completely cutting off their business. They felt they had no way to make a living, so they went crazy, blocking my door in the middle of the night with weapons, forcing me to sell to them!"

As he spoke, Zhao Shanhe turned and shouted into the courtyard, "Ergaizi! Come out and let Factory Director Wang take a look!"

Through the crack in the door, Ergazi, with a thick bandage wrapped around his head and oozing bright red blood, limped out.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed Ergaizi and pulled him in front of him, pointing to the bleeding wound on his head. His voice suddenly rose: "Leader! Look! Ergaizi got hit on the head with a shovel while trying to shield himself from these bandits' wrath! My wife and kids are still hiding in the inner room, trembling with fear! I'm the victim here!"

Below the steps, there was a deathly silence.

Wang Jianye felt as if a rusty iron nail had been forcibly shoved into his throat, and even breathing was excruciatingly painful.

He whirled around, staring intently at his second brother, who had led the disturbance, and the young hunter who had instigated it, his lips trembling: "That...that five and a half dollars? The Soviet leader on the other side?"

When Wang Jianye glared at him with his bloodshot eyes, the young hunter who had been boasting earlier immediately looked away. He lowered his head somewhat sheepishly, wiping his red, frozen nose with his blood-stained sleeve, and mumbled incoherently, "Well… if we don't exaggerate, how can we get a good price…"

Even the second brother, who was in charge, blushed, a rare occurrence for him.

But that carefree, mountain-man-like attitude instantly took over. He stiffened his neck, his face flushed, and began to earnestly and shamelessly argue: "What lie? The Soviet leader we're talking about is just Wang Erlengzi, the bachelor from our village!"

The second brother became increasingly righteous as he spoke, gesturing with his homemade gun: "That bastard's ancestors were related to the Russians. He's tall and strong, with a high nose, blue eyes, and body hair thicker than a bear's. He looks exactly like a Russian! He always speaks with a slurred tongue after drinking Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), and he always wears several Lenin badges he picked up from the junkyard pinned to his tattered cotton-padded jacket! So, everyone in the surrounding area calls him 'The Soviet Leader'! Boss, no matter which leader he is, you're taking this guy today!"

Upon hearing this absurd explanation that treated people like idiots, the string of reason in Wang Jianye's mind snapped completely.

Faced with a huge hole of tens of thousands of yuan in cash and the extreme humiliation of being made a fool of by a group of peasants, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"I'll take your mother's ass!"

Wang Jianye was so angry that he trembled all over. He suddenly ripped open the collar of his expensive military overcoat and, like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, pointed at his second brother's nose and cursed him.

"You bunch of mud-covered bastards, still reeking of pig manure, dare to try and outsmart me?! Everyone says you country folk are the most honest and simple, but you're all a bunch of cunning bastards! While I was sitting in an office in the county, eating a government salary, you were still fighting with wild dogs for shit in the old forest!"

He completely lost his mind, his features contorted like a vengeful ghost, and he spat wildly onto his second brother's face.

"You conspired to scam me? Take a good look at yourselves! A bunch of penniless bastards who've never even seen a banknote in their lives, and you dare to try and extort me! You shameless bastards who want money but have no shame!"

After cursing the hunter, Wang Jianye suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the group of workers from his own factory behind him, cursing them as well.

"And you bunch of beggars with your broken rice bowls! If it weren't for me supporting you at the factory, if it weren't for my handout of cornmeal, your whole families would have starved to death on the streets long ago! Now you've grown arrogant? Daring to point a wrench at me? A bunch of ungrateful wretches! You filthy beggars!"

Wang Jianye waved his arms like a deranged madman, hysterically roaring in the snow.

"I'm telling you right now! Director Li of the Municipal Bureau has given the order not to accept these. This piece of junk isn't even good enough to wipe your butt with! What good is this stuff if it's stuck in your hands?! What a load of rubbish! I'd rather burn all the money than give you beggars a single penny!"

He waved his hand abruptly, his arrogance reaching its peak: "I'm not taking them anymore! Get the hell out of here! Go back to your crappy mountain ditch and dilapidated factory and wait to die!"

"Old Wang! Old Wang, shut up!"

Li Yuejin, sprawled in the urinal, lunged at Wang Jianye like a mad dog, grabbing his leg tightly and desperately pulling him down, his voice filled with a desperate sob: "Look around! Are you out of your mind?!"

Li Yuejin's hysterical tug jolted Wang Jianye back to his senses, his mind, which had been extremely agitated due to lack of blood flow.

He stopped roaring, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently, and stiffly turning his neck.

He saw that the more than one hundred hunters in front of him, whom he had just called "peasants," all had their fingers tightly gripping the triggers of their homemade guns and double-barreled shotguns.

Those hundred-odd pairs of eyes held no emotion, as if they were looking at a corpse.

He turned around again.

The thirty-odd state-owned factory workers behind him, whom he had called "ungrateful wretches," were now gripping blood-stained cast iron wrenches and pipe wrenches tightly in their hands, veins bulging on the backs of their hands, staring at him with the same extremely resentful, cold, and deadly gaze.

First came the workers who were thoroughly enraged by him, and then came the farmers who had been deprived of their livelihood by him.

Although the two groups had different stances, they looked at him with a surprisingly consistent gaze.

Wang Jianye was held tightly by Li Yuejin's thigh. Looking up at the heavy snow, all the strength in his body was instantly drained, and his knees buckled.

"We're doomed!"