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

"Clang—"

A deafening roar, like thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded in front of the Red Star Machinery Factory.

The red and white solid wood lifting bar, as thick as an adult's thigh, was like a brittle bone in front of the heavy steel safety bar of the Jiefang truck, and was instantly and brutally broken in half.

Sharp, broken wood splinters and mottled paint flew wildly through the air like shrapnel from a bullet.

"Boom!"

The truck's exhaust pipe spewed acrid black smoke. Accompanied by the violent roar of its engine, this steel behemoth did not slow down at all, directly crushing over the crimson wood scraps scattered on the ground, and with a destructive and violent momentum, it slammed into the wide concrete yard.

Accompanied by a screeching sound of brakes.

The heavy rubber tires rubbed against the asphalt road, leaving two charred marks.

The air was thick with the smell of burning rubber, and the truck was parked rudely across the most conspicuous open space in front of the office building.

This was at the peak of the morning shift handover.

The once orderly factory compound, filled with bicycles, was in complete chaos at this moment.

Thousands of workers, all dressed in matching blue work clothes, were stunned by the sudden and earth-shattering commotion.

Everyone froze in place as if they had been frozen in place, and then a panicked scream erupted from the crowd.

"Bang!"

Someone smashed an aluminum lunchbox on the ground, scalding hot cornmeal porridge splashing everywhere.

The crowd scattered like a hornet's nest after an explosion, creating a huge circle in front of the office building.

Just then, the leader who had been scared into the drainage ditch outside the gate, covered in mud, tumbled and crawled into the courtyard.

He blew the iron whistle hanging around his neck with all his might, and his broken, screeching roar echoed mournfully over the factory area.

"Security department! Everyone out! A group of people are storming a state-owned factory! Quick, someone come!"

The whistle was the battle alarm. In the blink of an eye, forty or fifty burly security guards, as fierce as wolves, poured out of the office building and workshop passageways.

They were all dressed in uniform, carrying black rubber batons and barbed riot forks, and surged forward like a tide.

"What are you doing! Don't move!"

Dozens of people, accompanied by fierce curses, surrounded the truck in the blink of an eye.

The leader pushed through the crowd and rushed to the driver's cab door. With the backing of these dozens of armed brothers, he regained all the courage he had lost, and his face contorted with arrogance.

He slammed his baton against the car door, pointed at the window, and hysterically yelled, "You fucking get out here! If you walk out of here standing here today, I'll take your surname..."

"Bang--!"

A dull, loud bang!

Before the officer could finish his arrogant and harsh words, the heavy metal door of the car was suddenly kicked open from the inside!

The heavy car door, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, slammed open, grazing the officer's nose. Startled, the officer staggered back two steps, managing to swallow the rest of his curse.

Under the watchful eyes of over a thousand tense individuals.

Zhao Shanhe calmly pulled out the car keys, stepped off the truck with steady steps in his suede boots. Facing dozens of weapons that seemed about to smash into his head, he didn't even lift an eyelid.

Enraged, the leader regained his balance and thrust the baton at Zhao Shanhe's nose again, spitting as he hurled threats.

"You crashed into the gate of a state-owned factory and led a riot! You've got some nerve! Even if we take you straight to the police station today, you'll be charged with a serious crime of disrupting state production! You'd better prepare to rot inside this fence!"

Faced with this spittle-flecked clamor.

Zhao Shanhe slowly adjusted his military overcoat, looked at him coldly, and asked in a flat tone, "Are you done?"

The clerk was taken aback by the completely unresponsive reaction.

Zhao Shanhe didn't give him a chance to reply at all. His gaze swept across his face like a blade, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "Now that you've finished speaking, it's my turn to talk."

He turned around, completely ignoring the menacing security guards around him, and faced the thousands of workers swarming around him.

Facing the biting morning wind, Zhao Shanhe straightened his back and spoke in a loud voice.

"Fellow workers, good afternoon. I am Zhao Shanhe, the newly appointed workshop manager."

His gaze swept across the crowd, his tone tinged with self-deprecation and coldness: "It's a pity that I'll be meeting everyone today in this chaotic and disorderly manner, by banging on the door."

Upon hearing this, the thousands of people in the audience immediately perked up their ears and even held their breath.

Zhao Shanhe pointed to the broken gate behind him and said in a deafening voice, "Today, I am here on the orders of Director Li Yuanchao of the Foreign Trade Bureau to perform my duties and oversee production at our Hongxing Factory. In principle, personnel appointments and security rules in the factory are matters for Director Liang to manage. As a newcomer, I should not overstep my authority and interfere."

His tone suddenly shifted, and his gaze, sharp as a blade, instantly fixed on the face of the person in charge.

"But the strange thing that happened to me at the factory gate today has clearly reached the point where I have to talk about it!"

Zhao Shanhe took a step forward, his extremely authoritative voice booming at the security department: "The gate is tightly shut, and you're blatantly obstructing us! You show extreme contempt for the masses, constantly labeling people as counter-revolutionaries and vagrants!"

He turned his head sharply and looked again at the thousands of workers gathered in the dark outside, his voice filled with strong empathy and heartache.

"Fellow workers! Today, in front of everyone, they dared to frame and bully even cadres sent by the state!"

Zhao Shanhe pointed at the group of security guards wielding batons and said emphatically, "I simply can't imagine how much humiliation and bullying you grassroots workers, who actually bleed and sweat in the workshops, have suffered at their hands!"

These words were like throwing a torch directly into a powder keg.

The thousands of workers around were instantly in an uproar. The pent-up resentment that had been built up over a long period of oppression and exploitation by the security department finally erupted at this moment.

The buzzing discussion instantly turned into a chorus of indignant condemnation.

"Director Zhao is right! Those bastards have beaten us with batons all the time!"

"Being five minutes late results in a deduction of half a month's pay, and last month's salary hasn't even been fully paid yet, while the security department gets their bonuses in full!"

"It's long overdue for someone to discipline these watchdogs!"

Hearing the workers' sudden defection and the tsunami-like outcry, the leader's psychological defenses completely collapsed, and his legs went weak, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

Zhao Shanhe abruptly raised his hand, pointing at the officer's deathly pale face, and demanded domineeringly, "Listen to the voice of the people! I want to ask you, who gave you this authority, you gatekeeper?!"

Hearing the workers' attitudes suddenly change and even begin to complain about not getting paid, the leader of the team completely panicked.

If this kid were to solidify his position as factory manager in front of thousands of workers and incite their emotions, then his crime of blocking the gate and verbally abusing them would be much more serious.

"Shut the fuck up! And stop trying to stir up the workers' anger!"

The clerk, his eyes red with anger, pointed at Zhao Shanhe and roared hysterically, "Who do you think you are, factory manager! I didn't receive any notification at all! You're a liar!"

Zhao Shanhe suddenly turned his head, his deep eyes fixed on the officer's face.

He took a half-step forward, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression, and hurled his words, one by one.

"The appointment was personally issued by Director Li Yuanchao; the personnel transfer order should have been sent to the factory office long ago!"

Zhao Shanhe's lips curled into a cold smile, his voice like a sharp awl: "Are you sure you really didn't receive the notification? Or is someone deliberately withholding this transfer order, instructing you to act as a watchdog biting indiscriminately, intentionally obstructing the personnel appointments arranged by the organization?!"

This extremely crucial question was uttered.

The officer's arrogant expression froze instantly, his face visibly draining of color, turning deathly pale. A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

The dozens of guards from the security department who were originally fierce-looking were not fools when they heard the words "Director Li Yuanchao" and "withhold the transfer order".

This is clearly a battle between the gods.

For a moment, there was a noticeable wavering within the security department. Several security guards exchanged glances, unconsciously took a half step back, and silently lowered the batons they had been holding high.

Seeing the wavering of his comrades, the leader's mental defenses completely collapsed.

He knew that if he couldn't crush Zhao Shanhe today, once the higher-ups investigated, Deputy Factory Director Zhang would definitely use him as a pawn to appease their anger.

"Don't listen to his fallacies and misleading statements!"

In a state of extreme panic and despair, the officer completely broke down.

He was like a mad dog driven to the brink, his eyes bloodshot, hysterically waving his baton and roaring.

"He's a vagrant causing trouble! Security personnel, listen to my orders! Beat him! Beat him to death! Take him down immediately!"

However, before those lackeys could pounce on them...

"Splash—!"

A violent tearing sound of canvas ripped open above the truck.

This was followed by a crisp, cold sound of metal rubbing together.

"Click! Click! Click!"

A dozen or so synchronized gunshots rang out as guns were cocked, slamming into everyone's ears!

Everyone instinctively looked up.

On the truck's spacious cargo bed, the tarpaulin was violently ripped open.

Erga and Dazhuang, along with a dozen or so rugged men who had spent years fighting the black bear in the old forest, stood up fiercely like hungry wolves breaking free from their cages!

A dozen or so thick arms were raised in unison.

A dozen or so double-barreled shotguns, deadly weapons in the old forest, suddenly appeared in the sky above this state-owned factory!

The dark muzzle of a gun, reeking of gunpowder, hung high above, coldly pointed at the heads of the security personnel below.

Erga Zi was like a mad wolf, his finger tightly gripping the trigger, veins bulging on his forehead, letting out a deafening roar.

"Damn it! I'll see who the hell dares to lay a finger on my brother!"

Swish-!

The entire audience of over a thousand people fell into a deathly silence in that instant!

The leader who had just been hysterically shouting about killing was now staring intently at the hunting rifle in Erga's hand, which was almost poking his face. His legs were shaking violently, and a hot stream uncontrollably flowed down his trouser leg.

The entire compound of the Red Star Machinery Factory was tense, with tensions rising like swords drawn! The atmosphere instantly became extremely oppressive!