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

The journey has been arduous.

Two Jiefang trucks carried the hopes of the entire village, as well as an excessive amount of cargo.

We set off at 3 a.m. and crawled for ten hours on the snow-covered mountain road.

Until noon.

As the convoy crossed the last mountain ridge, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

"Brother... Oh my god..."

Erga sat in the passenger seat, peering through the frosted glass, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, unable to close for a long time.

On the distant horizon, a colossal city stretches across the banks of the Songhua River. Countless towering chimneys belch white smoke, representing the nation's most vibrant industrial power.

"You're already stunned?"

Zhao Shanhe lit a cigarette to relieve his fatigue from the journey, and pointed to the giant steel dragon spanning the river ahead:

"That's the Songhua River Bridge. Once you cross the bridge, you'll reach the real provincial capital."

……

The convoy drove onto the bridge.

The steel trusses rushed past overhead, making a rhythmic rumble.

Upon entering the city, the overwhelming atmosphere of prosperity made the rural men in the car instantly feel inferior.

This is Harbin, known as the "Oriental Moscow" and the "Oriental Little Paris".

On the wide asphalt road, the tram clattered past, leaving behind two long braids in its wake.

The streets were lined with stylish Russian-style buildings, some with domes and others with pointed roofs, painted in beige or dark green, and with enormous windows.

The pedestrians on the road are also different.

The man was wearing a smart woolen overcoat and an otter fur hat;

The women were wearing brightly colored scarves, and you could even see a few blond, blue-eyed Russians walking on the street.

Let's look at our own side again.

Two trucks covered in mud, and a group of rural men wearing sheepskin coats, with hemp ropes tied around their waists and stubble on their faces.

"Brother Shanhe..."

Erga shrank his neck, subconsciously pulling his new work clothes, which he was so proud of, tighter around himself, and his voice was a little weak:

"Why are all the people here dressed like they're in a magazine? Aren't we embarrassing the county with our outfits?"

Da Zhuang and Hu Zi, who were in the back of the truck, didn't dare to breathe loudly. They huddled under the canvas, clutching their guns, afraid of being arrested by the city police.

That huge urban-rural gap was like a mountain, suffocating them.

Zhao Shanhe glanced at Erga Zi, reached out to straighten his collar, and spoke in a calm but powerful tone:

"Straighten your back."

"We're not stealing or robbing; we're here to deliver treasures. On a grand scale, we're contributors to the country's foreign exchange earnings; on a smaller scale, we're the ones who provide for these city dwellers."

Zhao Shanhe pointed to the stylish buildings outside the window:

"Don't be fooled by their fancy clothes. If we took all the fur coats out of our car, we could trade them for half a street."

"Really?" Erga's eyes lit up.

"Really." Zhao Shanhe smiled. "Hold on tight, we're heading to the Foreign Trade Bureau."

……

The Provincial Foreign Trade Bureau is located in a red-brick Soviet-style building in Nangang District.

Even in winter, the gate of the compound appears majestic and solemn, with guards standing ramrod straight on both sides.

After showing them the official document from the county, the gatekeeper didn't give them any trouble and let them through.

The convoy was parked in the spacious backyard.

"You guys stay in the truck and watch the goods, don't wander off."

Zhao Shanhe gave a few instructions, took the documents, and led Ergazi into the office building.

The hallway was paved with terrazzo flooring, so shiny you could see your reflection in it.

The air was filled with the dry smell of radiators and a faint scent of ink.

Business Section, Section Chief's Office.

"Knock knock knock".

"Enter."

Zhao Shanhe pushed open the door and entered.

The room was warm as spring, and the radiators against the wall were burning hot.

Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man in his forties.

His Zhongshan suit was buttoned up meticulously, and his hair was slicked back and shiny as he reviewed documents.

He is Sun Jianguo, the head of the business department.

"Hello, Section Chief Sun, we are from the Xiangyang Commune's designated purchasing station."

Zhao Shanhe stepped forward and, with neither servility nor arrogance, handed over the documents and letter of introduction:

"This is an urgent shipment specially approved by County Chief Chen for Boss Jin, and it has been delivered."

Sun Jianguo didn't look up, still staring at the documents in his hand. He simply reached out a hand to take the materials, casually put them aside, and left them to their own devices for a full five minutes.

Erga Zi's legs were aching from standing, and his palms were sweaty. He wanted to speak but didn't dare.

Finally, Sun Jianguo finished reviewing the words in his hand, then took off his glasses, slowly raised his head, and looked the two of them up and down.

"You must be Comrade Xiao Zhao?"

Sun Jianguo picked up his teacup, blew on it, and spoke in a businesslike tone:

"The county has called. You've come all this way, it must be tiring. But Boss Jin's schedule is too tight, he's in a meeting with provincial leaders, so I'll be in charge of handling all the arrangements for this shipment."

After saying that, he stood up and put on his coat:

"Let's go check out the goods. If the quality isn't up to standard, I don't care who gave the special approval, I'll take them all back."

……

The wind was biting cold in the courtyard.

Sun Jianguo circled the two trucks twice, and finally stood next to the truck bed, where he asked Dazhuang to lift the tarpaulin.

"Splash—"

The moment the canvas was lifted, a deep, glossy purple hue shimmered like satin in the winter sunlight.

The car was full of sables, gray squirrels, and red foxes...

This is a truckload of flowing gold.

Sun Jianguo's previously nonchalant gaze froze instantly.

He's an expert; he could tell at a glance that this batch of goods was top-quality!

Although the provincial bureau also had stock in its warehouse, compared to this truckload, it was like comparing a chicken to a phoenix.

If we can secure this shipment, Jin Wanfu, that picky Hong Kong businessman, will have no complaints! That would be a real achievement! I heard the old section chief in the bureau is about to retire…

Sun Jianguo felt a surge of excitement, but his face quickly regained its composure, and he even frowned.

He picked up a sable pelt, pretended to tug at it, and then blew on its fur:

"This leather... is handled too roughly."

Sun Jianguo threw the leather back into the truck bed, dusted off his hands, looked at Zhao Shanhe, and began to "explain the policy":

"Xiao Zhao, this is mixed-grade goods you collected from individual buyers. It hasn't been processed by a formal processing plant, and the specifications are inconsistent. According to the provincial bureau's regulations, this kind of goods can only be considered 'substandard'."

"Moreover, it's the end of the year now, and the country's foreign exchange quota is tight. The bureau has repeatedly emphasized the need to 'be thrifty and economical, and collect more at lower prices.'"

Sun Jianguo pulled a small notebook from his pocket and casually quoted a price:

"Alright then, out of respect for County Magistrate Chen, I'll make a special exception and accept it."

"Sable fur is priced as third grade. Gray squirrel fur is priced as fourth grade. Other miscellaneous furs... are two cents each."

"I'll give you a check for a total of three thousand five hundred dollars."

Three thousand five?!

Ergaizi, who had been holding it in, suddenly had a "buzz" in his head and completely exploded.

"What did you say? Three thousand five?"

Erga Zi strode forward, pointed at the truck full of goods, his eyes reddening:

"Boss! This is outrageous! This truckload of goods cost us almost five thousand yuan just to collect the goods in the village! Several hundred yuan went to fuel alone!"

"These are all top-grade hides! Boss Jin specifically requested them! You're giving us third-grade? You're making us go bankrupt!"

"What are you yelling about!"

Sun Jianguo's face darkened, and his previous refined cadre demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a stern official air.

"This is the Provincial Foreign Trade Bureau, not your village's market!"

"I'm a state cadre, I'm responsible for the country's treasury! If I give you a high price, that's a loss of state assets! Who will take responsibility for that?"

He looked at Zhao Shanhe, his tone carrying an arrogant "I'm doing this for your own good" attitude:

"Young people, you should be proud of this. The less you earn, the more the country saves. This is a matter of awareness!"

"Besides, without my signature, you won't be able to sell a single piece of this batch of goods in the provincial capital. Bring it back? Can you afford the fuel costs for hundreds of kilometers?"

This is true, subtle, insidious killing.

He wasn't trying to embezzle money for himself; he was trying to save public funds and gain political achievements.

He stands on the moral high ground, leaving you with no way to express your grievances.

Erga was so angry that he was trembling all over, his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Yes, they are doing it for the country. If I were to fight for it, wouldn't I become a "low-minded" troublemaker?

Just then.

Zhao Shanhe, who had been silent all along, reached out and pressed down on Ergazi's shoulder.

He looked at Sun Jianguo, his face showing no anger, but rather a smile of admiration.

"Section Chief Sun is truly a good cadre."

As Zhao Shanhe helped Erga Zi tidy up his disheveled clothes, he said calmly:

"To save money for the bureau, and for your own career advancement, you'll squeeze every last drop of profit from the people. I admire you, I admire you."

Sun Jianguo's face stiffened: "Stop being sarcastic. Either unload the goods and get paid, or get lost."

"discharge."

Zhao Shanhe turned to Dazhuang and gave the order in a crisp and decisive voice.

"Brother?! Are we really selling? This is a losing proposition!" Ergazi cried out.

"I said unload!" Zhao Shanhe emphasized, his eyes sharp.

No one dared to disobey; they could only, with red eyes and tears in their eyes, unload the bundles of top-grade sable pelts from the vehicle and throw them at Sun Jianguo's feet.

Sun Jianguo watched this scene and a victorious smile appeared on his lips.

Rural people are easy to manipulate. A few scare words and a big accusation, and they'll behave.

This batch of goods was put into storage at a low price, and then resold to Boss Jin as top-grade goods, saving the country foreign exchange while also fulfilling the reception duties. A double win.

Soon, the goods were unloaded.

Zhao Shanhe took the check for 3,500 yuan from the finance department, didn't even look at it, and stuffed it directly into his pocket.

Then, he walked up to Sun Jianguo, who was preparing to have the goods brought into the warehouse.

"Section Chief Sun, we'll leave the goods with you. We'll accept the money."

As Zhao Shanhe put on his gloves, he said calmly:

"However, there is something I must convey to you on behalf of the hunters from this surrounding area."

Sun Jianguo was in a good mood and casually asked, "What did you say?"

"This batch of goods is the last time our Kaoshantun will enter the provincial capital."

Zhao Shanhe looked into Sun Jianguo's eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, but like nails piercing into ice:

"When I get back, I will tell everyone who goes into the mountains that Section Chief Sun of the Provincial Foreign Trade Bureau buried our hard-earned money under the floorboards in order to save the country money."

"From today onwards, the guns of the Greater Khingan Mountains are no longer in use."

"If Boss Jin wants top-quality sable, ginseng, or tiger bone again in the future, tell him not to come to me or Xiangyang Commune."

Zhao Shanhe reached out and gently patted Sun Jianguo's crisp Zhongshan suit, brushing away a speck of dust.

"Tell him to find your Section Chief Sun. You're very capable; you can conjure him up."

After saying that, Zhao Shanhe turned and left without any hesitation.

"Ergaizi, get in the car! Let's go home!"

Sun Jianguo's smug smile instantly froze on his face.

When the wind blew, he felt a chill on his back and his scalp tingling.

He suddenly realized a terrifying problem:

Jin Wanfu's foreign trade orders this time are long-term! If this price-cutting leads to a complete disruption of the supply chain for the entire Xiangyang Commune...

What will he offer when Boss Jin comes to order goods again next year?

Unable to deliver goods, the overall export earnings were hampered. An investigation revealed that it was because Sun Jianguo, for the sake of short-term gains, forced suppliers to back out, leading to the withdrawal of foreign investment...

This is hardly a political achievement.

This is clearly digging their own grave!

"etc!!"

Seeing the two trucks already running and belching black smoke, Sun Jianguo finally panicked.

Ignoring the mud and water on the ground, and disregarding his position as section chief, he rushed over and grabbed the truck's rearview mirror tightly, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Little Zhao! Brother Zhao! Don't go! Don't go!"

"Look at you, why are you so hot-tempered? Policies are rigid, but people are flexible! We can discuss it! We can talk it out!"

The car window rolled down.

Zhao Shanhe sat in the driver's seat, looking down at Sun Jianguo, who was covered in sweat, and coldly exhaled a smoke ring:

"Section Chief Sun, does this mean we don't need to save the country money?"

"No more saving! No more saving!"

Sun Jianguo wiped his sweat, forcing a smile, his face trembling.

"Protecting the resources and motivating the hunters is the best way to save money! We'll ship this batch as top grade! Top grade!"