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

The cheers in the square continued to rise in waves.

As soon as the logistics truck carrying meat came to a stop at the entrance of the canteen, several cooks jumped off the truck and ran inside carrying large, frozen, white pork.

In the wind and snow, those slices of meat looked like clusters of steaming fire, warming up the hearts of those who had been frozen in the factory area.

"It's really stewed meat!"

"Eight doors! There really are eight doors!"

"Director Li is serious this time!"

"I want to go check out the machines too! I want to check out those foreign-style machine tools!"

The workers flocked to the canteen and the trucks in small groups, their faces filled with excitement and relief at surviving the ordeal.

Some laughed, some cursed, and some had red eyes.

Standing on the steps of the office building, Liang Tiejun looked at this long-awaited scene, and the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on his chest for who knows how long finally eased a little.

But before he could finish exhaling, a low but calm and somewhat deep voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Director Liang."

Liang Tiejun was taken aback and turned to look.

Zhao Shanhe had already walked back from beside the jeep.

His shoulders were still covered in snow, and the hem of his cotton-padded coat was damp, but his face showed no sign of relaxation; in fact, he seemed even colder than when he was in the square.

"Call all the factory's cadres to the small conference room."

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the still-boiling square and spoke calmly.

"Meeting now."

The smile on Liang Tiejun's face froze instantly.

Zhang Dafa, who was standing next to him, was also taken aback, and subconsciously opened his mouth: "Shanhe, how about we wait until noon—"

Zhao Shanhe turned his head and glanced at him.

That look wasn't fierce, it was even quite calm, but that one glance was enough to shut Zhang Dafa up completely.

Zhao Shanhe withdrew his gaze and looked at the large truck loaded with German machine tools in the distance, his voice remaining steady.

"The machine has been recovered."

"But the fact that we were able to snatch it back from outside today is purely due to good luck and a lucky break."

"If we had been any slower, these dozen or so machines wouldn't be parked at our factory gate right now."

"If we don't plug the leaks now and take back what we should take back, are we really going to wait until something bad happens next time?"

After saying that, he didn't look at anyone else and turned to walk into the office building.

Liang Tiejun's heart sank. The next second, without the slightest hesitation, he turned and roared sharply towards the factory office:

"Notify all department heads and supervisors to go to the small conference room immediately!"

……

A few minutes later.

The small conference room is on the second floor of the office building.

The room was small, with yellowed and cracked walls, and the window frames were covered with years of water stains. The row of radiators against the wall was barely emitting any heat, which was no match for the chill that crept in through the cracks in the door.

The long conference table was still wet, from water that someone had brought in from outside, trudging through the snow.

The warehouse manager, the head of security, the director of the dispatching office, the equipment warehouse manager, several managers in the factory office, and a few middle-level cadres who could usually be spoken to were almost all forcibly summoned from various places.

Their shoes were covered in mud and snow, and their expressions were tense. No one knew what Zhao Shanhe wanted to do by calling them all over at this time.

Liang Tiejun sat at the head of the table.

Zhang Dafa sat next to him, his brows furrowed tightly.

But the people who truly suffocated the air in the room were not these two old factory leaders.

Instead, it was Zhao Shanhe standing at the end of the conference table.

The small conference room was eerily quiet.

Some people instinctively reached for a cigarette, but as soon as their hand touched their pocket, they met Zhao Shanhe's eyes and abruptly withdrew.

It took two or three seconds before Zhao Shanhe spoke.

"We were able to recover the machine today purely by luck."

"Just a little bit short."

"Those dozen or so German machine tools would have been completely lost."

One sentence was like a bucket of ice water poured over my head.

Zhao Shanhe looked at them, his voice not fast, but carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

"The fact that the warehouse caught fire indicates that there was a leak in the warehouse."

"The fact that real machines can be switched out in advance shows that the warehouse, welding, and transportation lines have long been infiltrated."

"The fact that people can pass through the gate all the way shows that the security around it is not a monolithic entity."

At this point, his gaze turned cold as he slowly swept over the pale faces of the security chief and the warehouse manager.

"Could Li Defu have orchestrated such a massive scheme all by himself?"

Zhao Shanhe gave a cold laugh.

"Does he deserve it?"

As soon as those three words were uttered, several people in the room subconsciously twitched their faces.

Zhao Shanhe gave no one a chance to recover and continued to press down.

"Arresting Li Defu today doesn't mean this matter is over."

"Who can confidently guarantee to me that there isn't a second or third one like that in the factory?"

"Who can guarantee that those people haven't left any tricks up their sleeves at other points?"

The conference room was deathly silent.

The north wind whistled through the windowpane, making a low, piercing whine, like someone grinding their teeth outside the door.

Zhao Shanhe slowly straightened up and raised his hand to tap the table heavily.

"This time, they wanted to steal the machine and sell it for money."

"But what about next time?"

"Who can guarantee that next time they won't be after the machines?"

Zhao Shanhe raised his hand and pointed at the dozen or so German machine tools on the truck, his voice cold and hard.

"Stuff some dirty stuff into the oil line, bury a nail in the electrical circuit, and loosen a few key screws at night—"

"When the machine is finally installed and running, there will be a 'boom'."

"It's not just a few pieces of iron that are destroyed."

"What's being destroyed is the last vestige of hope for our Red Star Factory to turn things around."

That last sentence struck everyone's hearts like a hammer blow.

The warehouse manager's lips turned white instantly.

The head of the security department broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

Zhang Dafa's brows furrowed deeply, and his face turned extremely ugly.

Zhao Shanhe's gaze was cold and sharp, his words sealing the deal:

"Therefore, starting today, all openings around these machines must be completely sealed off."

"Keys to the main warehouse, equipment warehouse, and special economic zone workshop—"

"Hand it all over."

"The entire security team, without leaving a single member, is to be withdrawn."

"From today onwards, they don't need to guard the gate anymore. They'll start by sweeping the yard, cleaning the toilets, and moving the waste."

"I'll reassign someone to take over the security work on this side of the machine."

These words seemed to freeze the air in the entire conference room.

Finally, Zhang Dafa couldn't sit still any longer.

He suddenly raised his head, frowned, and spoke:

"Shanhe, I have no objection to changing the player."

"But protecting the pass is no small matter. It's such a big operation; you need to have a plan first, right?"

"Who are you going to appoint to take over?"

Everyone else in the conference room subconsciously looked up, their gazes turning to Zhao Shanhe with complex emotions.

Zhao Shanhe glanced at Zhang Dafa, his face remaining completely expressionless.

"I'll decide who to appoint myself."

"What you need to worry about now is not asking me who will guard the gate."

"You should hand over the keys first."

Zhang Dafa's face twitched violently.

He was about to say something more.

Liang Tiejun, who had been sitting silently with a sullen face, suddenly raised his head.

"We'll do whatever Shanhe says."

Liang Tiejun's voice wasn't loud, but it was as deep and resonant as a ballast stone.

"With such a big incident, the factory can no longer operate as before."

"Hand over the keys, change the guards, and nobody say another word."

This sentence, like the last piece of iron, pressed down heavily.

The conference room fell into an instant silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhao Shanhe stretched his hand out onto the table, palm facing up.

"Hand over the keys."

Nobody moved.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone frighteningly calm.

I'll count to three.

"one."

The warehouse manager's fingers trembled, and he swallowed hard.

"two."

Sweat streamed down the head of security's forehead and temples.

"three."

"Snapped!"

The first set of keys was slammed onto the table.

It's the main warehouse.

The warehouse manager had his head down, his chest heaving violently, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Then came the second string.

The head of security gritted his teeth, took off the heavy bunch of keys from his waist, and placed them heavily on the table.

"Snapped!"

The third string.

The key to the equipment vault.

The fourth string.

The key to the special economic zone workshop.

One after another.

The crisp sound of metal hitting the table echoed repeatedly in the cold, cramped little conference room, sending chills down one's spine.

No one is arguing anymore.

No one dared to ask another question.

Because everyone understood it.

Zhao Shanhe called them in today not to discuss anything.

It's about taking back power.

Zhao Shanhe stood in front of the table, expressionless, watching the bunches of keys fall in front of him one by one.

Only after the last key was handed over did he slowly reach out and gather all the heavy iron objects into his palm.

The cold metal struck each other, producing a dull, crisp sound.

He glanced down, his voice cold and flat.

"Starting tonight, I will reassign personnel to guard the warehouse, equipment depot, and special zone workshop."

"The original security personnel, vacate your posts within half an hour."

"Anyone who dares to delay should not blame me for being ruthless."

At this point, Zhao Shanhe raised his head and scanned the faces of everyone present.

"besides."

"From today onwards, anyone who dares to take an extra step near these machines will be treated as if they have damaged important equipment in the factory."

"Who dares to reach out again—"

Zhao Shanhe weighed the bunches of keys in his palm, a chilling smile creeping across his lips.

"Don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Meeting adjourned!"