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

The moment more than a dozen dark hunting rifles were brought out in unison, the hundreds of workers watching on the periphery erupted in a horrified uproar.

The crowd retreated several steps uncontrollably, and the originally impenetrable encirclement was forced open by this overwhelming murderous aura, creating a huge gap.

The dozens of fierce-looking factory guards in the security department suddenly turned deathly pale, and even their fingertips were trembling violently.

Dozens of terrified eyes stared intently at the roof of the car, the black rubber batons in their hands feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, and no one dared to move forward even an inch.

The leader of the group was frozen in place with Erga's gun barrel pressed firmly against his forehead, making a heavy, trembling sound from his throat.

He clung to his last shred of arrogance, his voice cracking and twisting as he hysterically roared, "Gun! You dare use a gun on state property! What are you trying to do with that gun! I bet you're not some factory manager at all; you're just here with these thugs to rob a state-owned factory!"

Faced with this huge accusation, Zhao Shanhe didn't even blink.

"We came out from deep in the mountains and forests hundreds of miles away. The whole way was through old forests. Wild boars roamed the mountains, and black bears dared to come down the mountain at night to snatch people. Without any weapons to defend ourselves, we don't know which beasts we would have fed along the way."

He raised his eyelids and his gaze swept across the faces of the dozens of security officers around him.

"Carrying a gun is for protection against wild animals in the mountains, so why does it seem like we're robbing them now that we're at the Hongxing Factory?"

Zhao Shanhe took a half step forward, staring into the eyes of the person in charge.

"But you, you immediately blocked the door and tried to stop people, throwing accusations and threatening violence. I want to ask you, what are you trying to do?"

Zhao Shanhe's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling edge.

"You want to find some excuse to beat us to death, convict us of sabotage, and then have no way to prove anything, is that it?"

When the officer heard the words "dead men tell no tales," his eye twitched slightly.

Zhao Shanhe gave him no chance to catch his breath, his voice suddenly rising.

"You dare to distort the truth like this right at the factory gate, in front of thousands of workers! That shows how arrogant you are!"

Zhao Shanhe turned his head and looked at the dark mass of workers around him.

"Fellow workers! I want to ask you all, is this kind of contempt for the masses, this kind of behavior of readily labeling people, commonplace at our Hongxing Factory? Is this how he usually treats the people and grassroots workers?!"

The crowd erupted instantly, with shouts of condemnation surging like a tsunami.

"Director Zhao is right! These people have never treated us like human beings!"

"Salaries aren't paid in full, bonuses aren't paid on time, but the security department is swaggering around the gate every day!"

The leader, seeing the enraged workers around him, completely broke down. He was sweating profusely, his mouth agape, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the office building, his lips trembling violently.

"You...you..."

Just as the clerk completely broke down, barely managing to squeeze out half a syllable from his throat at the critical moment...

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

A furious roar came from the steps of the office building.

Deputy Factory Director Zhang, wearing a dark gray woolen coat, strode down the steps with a dark face.

The clerk, sprawled in the mud, suddenly widened his eyes as if seeing a lifeline. Struggling to his feet, he cried out urgently, "Deputy Factory Director Zhang! You've finally arrived! These bandits..."

Deputy Factory Director Zhang rushed over and, before the clerk could even finish speaking, slapped him hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

The sound of a slap echoed throughout the courtyard.

The officer was hit so hard that his head snapped back, and he fell back into the mud. He covered his face, looking at Deputy Factory Director Zhang in terror, not daring to utter another word.

"You insolent brat! Who gave you the right to cause trouble at the gate!"

Deputy Factory Director Zhang pointed at the clerk's nose and cursed, "This is the Hongxing Factory! It's a nationally protected area! You're randomly labeling people and arbitrarily arresting them here. Don't you have any sense of organizational discipline?!"

After finishing his speech, Deputy Factory Director Zhang turned around and looked at Zhao Shanhe with a furrowed brow.

"Comrade, who are you?"

Zhao Shanhe didn't loosen his hand on the clerk's shoulder, and looked at Deputy Factory Director Zhang expressionlessly.

"My name is Zhao Shanhe, and I'm the newly appointed factory manager."

Zhao Shanhe pointed to the broken landing gear pole behind him.

"I was assigned by Director Li Yuanchao to come to the Hongxing Factory to oversee production today. As soon as I entered the gate, the gatekeeper said he hadn't received any notice and was going to arrest me as a vagrant causing trouble and sentence me to death. I think he's really got a lot of power here."

The anger on Deputy Factory Director Zhang's face vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of sudden realization. He quickly stepped forward and extended his hands.

"Oh dear! It's Comrade Zhao Shanhe! My apologies, this is truly an insult!"

Deputy Factory Director Zhang waved to the hundreds of workers around him in a loud voice.

"Director Li did indeed speak to me beforehand, saying he would send a capable person to help me manage production and turn around our factory's current situation. Director Zhao, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

He chuckled, glanced at the clerk sprawled in the mud, and then looked at the security department.

"Your subordinates are unruly and have caused Director Zhao to suffer. I will deal with this matter seriously and without leniency. Guards, take this disgraceful wretch back and lock him up in solitary confinement!"

Several burly men from the security department quickly stepped forward, wanting to take the person from Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe pressed down hard, causing the clerk's knees to slam heavily onto the concrete floor.

"Deputy Factory Director Zhang, since you're in charge of management, I might as well ask you something."

Zhao Shanhe ignored the outstretched hand, his gaze fixed on Deputy Factory Director Zhang's face.

"A security guard, so audacious as to commit murder at the gate. I want to ask, who is his backer? Who gave him the power and audacity to act with such impunity here?"

You could hear a pin drop in the courtyard.

Deputy Factory Director Zhang's smile froze on his face, his outstretched hand hovered in mid-air, and the vein on his forehead throbbed violently.