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

Amidst the roar of its engine, the Jiefang brand truck, adorned with a large red ribbon and belching acrid black smoke, came to a steady stop outside the gate of the Hongxing Machinery Factory in the county town.

The state-owned factories of the early 1980s were truly behemoths.

The tall red brick wall stretched as far as the eye could see, topped with barbed wire to keep out thieves and gleaming shards of glass.

Although the spacious iron gate was wide open, a solid wooden barrier, as thick as an adult's thigh and painted red and white, stood across the center, completely blocking incoming vehicles.

Next to the main gate stood an extremely imposing glass guardhouse, inside which glowed a bright red coal stove. Loudspeakers throughout the factory were blaring out rousing classic songs, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

in the carriage.

Although Dazhuang, Ergazi, and their gang had changed into their best new clothes today and were as strong as oxen, the deep-rooted inferiority complex in their bones still sprouted up like wild grass when they looked at the city's formal workers inside the door, who were carrying aluminum lunch boxes and chatting and laughing.

"Brother...this factory is so damn impressive..." Da Zhuang lowered his voice, his rough hands gripping the wooden planks of the carriage tightly, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Zhao Shanhe didn't say anything, but pushed open the passenger door and stepped steadily onto the asphalt road with his shiny suede boots.

He pulled his military overcoat tighter, strode to the window of the glass guard post, and knocked on the glass.

The window was opened a crack, and a wisp of warm air mixed with the smell of tobacco wafted out.

A clerk in a crisp security uniform with a red armband on his arm glanced sideways at Zhao Shanhe.

He was holding an enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it, and he didn't even fully lift his eyelids.

"What are you doing? Step back! Are you blind? Can't you see the pole has been lowered?"

The security officer waved his hand impatiently: "This is state-owned property. Get out of here if you don't have a work permit!"

Zhao Shanhe remained expressionless and spoke in an extremely calm tone: "Open the door. I am Zhao Shanhe, the newly appointed workshop director of Hongxing Machinery Factory."

Upon hearing this, the officer in the guard post paused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had heard an extremely absurd joke, he put down his teacup, pushed open the door of the guard post, and walked straight out.

"Hahaha! You? The new factory manager?"

The officer, wielding a black rubber baton, banged it against the front bumper of the truck, then threw his head back and burst into extremely arrogant laughter: "Coming here so early in the morning to spout nonsense and have some fun? Move this piece of junk right now! Don't block the way for this state-owned factory!"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes were extremely deep as he looked at that arrogant face. He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice firm and resolute: "I was personally appointed by Li Yuanchao, the director of the Foreign Trade Bureau. Your security department should have received the notification."

The moment the name "Li Yuanchao" was uttered, the clerk's loud laughter abruptly stopped, like a duck being choked.

A distinct look of alarm flashed in his eyes as he looked Zhao Shanhe up and down again, then glanced at the mud-covered truck behind him.

But this clerk was a seasoned veteran who had worked his way up in the factory, and he quickly realized what was going on.

Today, the security department received a hint from Deputy Factory Director Zhang that they wanted to give this newcomer a hard time.

He cunningly avoided Director Li's sharp edge and simply pretended to be stupid.

"What kind of damn foreign trade bureau chief is he?"

The clerk spat on the ground with extreme arrogance, his face full of undisguised contempt: "In our Red Star Factory, even the Heavenly King himself has to listen to Director Liang! I haven't received any notification about a new director taking office!"

Holding his baton, he pointed it at Zhao Shanhe's nose and arrogantly mocked, "Without Director Liang's personal approval, not even a fly could get in! I think you bunch of people are just vagrants who crawled out of nowhere to freeload!"

Erga and Dazhuang couldn't stand seeing their older brother being pointed at and scolded like that.

"You son of a bitch! Who are you calling a vagrant?!"

Da Zhuang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He roared and led more than a dozen of his brothers to jump off the train.

These men, who spent years venturing into the old forest, were full of bloodthirstiness. Clenching their fists, which were as big as sandbags, they were ready to tear the clerk to pieces.

Seeing that a bloody battle was about to break out between the two sides, the security officer was so frightened that he took a half step back and reached for the whistle at his waist.

Just then.

Zhao Shanhe's eyes darkened, and he suddenly raised his hand, forcefully blocking his enraged brothers behind him.

"Brother! He insulted us..." Ergaizi gritted his teeth in frustration.

"Shut up." Zhao Shanhe didn't even turn his head, his voice as cold and hard as iron.

When the clerk saw Zhao Shanhe stopping people, he assumed that these country bumpkins had chickened out and didn't dare to cause trouble on the territory of the state-owned factory.

He instantly trembled again, letting out a smug, cold laugh. He banged his baton against the thick, red and white wooden gate, its end practically pointing skyward: "What? You want to gather a mob and beat someone up in front of a state-owned factory? You've got some guts, kid!"

He pointed at the main road with extreme malice and yelled, "Get the hell out of here with these beggars! Get out of the way!"

Faced with this extremely arrogant insult, Zhao Shanhe didn't waste another word.

He simply stared calmly at the officer, coldly asking one last question: "Are you sure you don't want to open the door?"

"Even if I swallow the key, I won't open it for you today!" the officer spat, extremely arrogant.

Zhao Shanhe turned around immediately and decisively ordered his men, "Everyone get in the car!"

Although the brothers were extremely frustrated, under Zhao Shanhe's oppressive gaze, they could only resentfully climb back onto the carriage.

Zhao Shanhe yanked open the driver's side door, roughly pulled the original driver out, and took the driver's seat himself.

"Bang!"

The car doors slammed shut.

Amidst the extremely arrogant laughter of the security officer, the truck's exhaust pipe suddenly spewed out an extremely thick plume of black smoke.

Zhao Shanhe remained expressionless, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands and slamming the accelerator to the floor!

"Boom—!!!"

The Jiefang truck let out a deafening roar, like a raging steel behemoth, its tires screeching wildly on the asphalt road, emitting a pungent, acrid smell.

Then, without slowing down, the truck slammed into the red and white barrier gate, which was as thick as an adult's thigh, in an extremely brutal manner!

"Fuck you! You're fucking insane!"

The security officer was so frightened that he turned ashen-faced and scrambled to his feet into the roadside ditch.

"Snap—!!!"

A very crisp and loud cracking sound.

The solid wood barrier bar was smashed in half by the heavy steel bumper of the truck! Broken wood and red and white paint flew everywhere in mid-air!

Zhao Shanhe didn't even glance at the terrified guard dog on the ground. He stepped on the gas and, with his brothers, drove aggressively over the broken wood scattered on the ground, thundering into the Red Star Machinery Factory!