Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"My boss is Mr. Chen Zaiguang of Guangdong Company. You dare to lay a finger on me!"

Lianzhai Guangdong Food Company, Chen Zaiguang!

Upon hearing the name, Gao Laohu's eyes narrowed. It seemed that today's events were not accidental, but rather a premeditated act.

Of course he knew Chen Zaiguang. Last year, Guangdong Company expanded its factory again, using sand from his sand pit. That single deal earned him tens of thousands of yuan.

In Jiping, the Chen family of Lianzhai is now a prominent family, but Gao Zihui, also known as Gao Laohu, considers himself extraordinary. He owns the only sand quarry in Jiping, and it is the only sand quarry that can be built. Anyone who wants to build a sand quarry has to buy sand from him, Gao Laohu, which is why he can be so arrogant.

Upon hearing Chen Zaiguang's name from Guangdong Company, Gao Zihui's confidence faltered somewhat, but he maintained a fierce expression. "I don't care if you're from Guangdong or some other company, even if Chen Zaiguang is standing right here, he'd better move his car, or I'll make things difficult for you!"

"So you mean you're going to hit me?"

"Why can't I hit you?"

Cai Shuisheng bent down and pulled out the lever used to pry open the hydraulic cylinder from the wheel, holding it in his hand and looking at Gao Zihui with disdain. "Then try it and see if you can just beat up the people from Guangdong Company!"

Two other men following Cai Shuisheng also stood behind him, holding iron bars. Seeing that Gao Zihui had nothing more to say, Cai Shuisheng continued to taunt him, "If you dare to lay a finger on me today, you can forget about running this lousy battlefield!"

Gao Zihui couldn't figure out what this kid was up to. How dare he speak so arrogantly in front of him at the entrance of his battlefield? Either he was fearless or he was just a hothead and a fool.

But these days, someone who can drive this new type of tractor-trailer can't be a fool, right? There's only one possibility: he's fearless. Thinking of this, Gao Zihui shouted, "Call some men out and beat these three short-lived bastards to a pulp! I'll take responsibility if they die!"

When Cai Shuisheng saw Gao Zihui shouting like that, he reached behind him, startling Gao Laohu, who thought the guy was going to pull out a gun. Instead, Cai Shuisheng pulled out a black microphone, pressed a button, and said, "Junzi, come quick! I've been beaten up at the Gaozhai battlefield!"

"Gaozhai Battlefield, right? Okay, we'll be there soon. You wait here," a static-like voice came from the black microphone. Gao Zihui, seeing that the other side had already called for reinforcements, immediately shouted to his underlings at the battlefield, "Don't let these three short-lived bastards get away!"

Seeing this, Cai Shuisheng and his two companions, possessing the wisdom of flexibility, decided to run when they couldn't win. They abandoned their vehicle, grabbed iron bars, and sprinted away, losing one of their shoes in the process. The people from the battlefield chased after them, shouting and throwing stones at them from time to time.

After speeding towards Lianzhai for five or six minutes, just when Cai Shuisheng felt like his lungs were about to explode, a 6.4-meter "Manniu Type B" truck with its headlights on drove up from around the corner. As soon as it saw Cai Shuisheng and his two companions being chased and beaten, the driver, Chen Zaijun, slammed on the brakes, and the truck made a screeching sound as it dragged on the ground.

As soon as the truck came to a stop, more than twenty people in the back of the truck jumped out. They had all sorts of weapons in their hands, and two of them even carried Type 56 assault rifles. They were chasing Cai Shuisheng's henchmen from the battlefield, but when they saw a truck full of people get out, they realized the situation was bad and turned around and ran away.

"Give me a lucky charm! Don't run away, or your dad will chop you bastards to pieces!"

"You dare hit even someone from Guangdong? You're utterly shameless!"

"Kill them all, and give them a super lucky draw!"

The group of over twenty people, already exhausted and panting from the battlefield, were terrified as if they had seen a ghost. They regretted that their parents hadn't given them a leg. After chasing for only a few steps, Chen Zaijun shouted for his men to come back. They got into the car and followed behind the group, honking their horns all the way.

The joint defense team members from the neighboring villages on the vehicle laughed and banged on the vehicle's frame and fence with the steel pipes and machetes they were holding. "Run! Run faster! If you're too slow, we'll run you bastards over and kill you! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha! Look at that one, lying on the roadside like a dead dog!"

The group at the sand field were already at their limit and could no longer run. So they simply stopped running and lay down by the roadside, watching the 6.4-meter "Bull Type B" truck speed towards the sand field.

Gao Zihui, being overweight, didn't join the chase. He ordered the remaining men in the sand pit to come out with sticks and smash the windows of the "Raging Bull Type A" semi-trailer truck parked at the entrance of the sand pit. Just as he was about to continue smashing the headlights, a large truck sped along the road and braked hard next to the trailer. More than twenty people jumped out of the trailer.

Seeing Gao Zihui banging on the car window, Chen Zaijun, who was in the driver's seat, roared, pulled a steel pipe from behind his seat, jumped out of the car, and charged at Gao Zihui. "You little brat! You dare to bang on our company car window? I'll kill you!"

Gao Zihui was so frightened that he ran into the sand pit. Chen Zaijun chased after him and slapped Gao Laohu on the back with a pipe. When the others in the sand pit saw that something was wrong, they were so frightened that they quickly closed the door. Chen Zaijun kept banging on the door with a steel pipe, making a loud banging sound.

"Get out here right now! I'm not done with you until I break your legs!"

Gao Zihui hid in the sand pit, his back burning from the blow. He ran to his office, picked up the phone, and called Wu Mu. "Wu Mu, damn it, I got beaten up by those guys from Lianzhai Chenjiaguang East Factory! Get your men over here at the sand pit right now, call more people, and kill those bastards!"

Wu Mu, still drinking in the bungalow, put down the phone. Bird Fatty looked at him and said, "You can go yourselves if you want. I'm not going. I don't want to completely offend the Chen family of Lianzhai. There's still a chance for this to turn around, so don't push things too far!"

Thin Skin pointed at Fatty Bird and cursed, "Useless! Are you even a man? You've been bullied like this, and you still want to put up with it? Stop calling yourself Fatty Bird, you should be called No Bird!"

Wu Mu finished the last sip of his beer, looked at Bird Fatty and Thin Skin, and asked, "You're really not going? Thin Skin, what about you, are you going or not?"

"Go? Of course I'll go! My men got beaten up and are hospitalized. I can tolerate this, but I'll just keep this thing in my pants pocket for good," Thin Skin slammed the beer bottle on the ground, glaring at Fatty Bird. "Wait till I get back, I'll settle the score with you!"

Wu Mu glanced at Bird Fatty again, said nothing more, and followed Thin Skin out of the bungalow. Bird Fatty sighed, shook his head and stopped drinking. He stood up and followed him out. Thin Skin outside couldn't start his motorcycle no matter what he did. He cursed and vented his anger by kicking the starter lever.

"Stop kicking, get on my bike and go over there," Bird Fatty said, starting his motorcycle. Thin Skin pushed the motorcycle hard, flipped himself onto the bike, and the two motorcycles sputtered and drove off.