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"I refuse to believe it! What kind of railway could a bunch of peasants build!"

Early the next morning.

Sun Jian, accompanied by two of his men, drove a black Buick straight to the head of the Qing Shi Bridge.

The weight limit bar still stood there steadily.

Jiang Chen's more than one hundred heavy trucks were withdrawn three days ago along the same route—to be precise, they were transferred by Jiang Chen to another location to carry out new missions.

The bridgehead was deserted.

Sun Jian stood next to the weight limit bar, took out a military-grade high-powered telescope, and raised it towards the distant valley.

He wanted to see Jiang Chen's railway project become a joke.

An amateur construction team, without professional track-laying machines or precision measuring instruments, relying solely on manual labor to carry and hammer spikes—this kind of railway is so bad that even a person walking on it would be crooked, let alone a train running on it.

"Just wait and see what happens," Sun Jian said to his men, his tone full of confidence.

Time passed by, second by second.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

ten o'clock.

11 o'clock.

Nothing happened.

Sun Jian began to get impatient.

"Could it be that things are going to fall apart?" he muttered to himself.

"Doesn't that prove that my judgment was completely correct?"

He was preparing to put away his binoculars and go back to write a lengthy report of victory.

Eleven forty.

Suddenly, a very slight tremor came from the cement ground beneath my feet.

Sun Jian glanced down at it.

The Buick parked on the side of the road had its rearview mirror swaying slightly.

One of his men was holding a mineral water bottle, and fine ripples appeared on the surface of the water inside.

"What happened? Was it an earthquake?"

The tremors became increasingly pronounced.

stronger.

The earth was trembling.

It wasn't an earthquake.

It is a very regular, heavy rhythm that comes from afar.

Like a heartbeat.

Like footsteps.

Like an ancient behemoth that has been asleep for thirty years, it is slowly awakening.

Then--

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

A rough, sky-piercing whistle exploded from the depths of the valley!

The sound was too loud.

The telescope was so big that Sun Jian almost dropped it.

The law enforcement officers at the bridgehead all jumped up from their chairs.

Even Hu La Hua, who was cutting meat on an old street several kilometers away, froze on the spot when the knife in her hand slammed down on the cutting board.

Everyone heard it.

The entire town of Qingshui heard it.

This is the train whistle.

In this small town that doesn't even have a train station, the whistle of a train sounded.

Sun Jian frantically focused his telescope.

In the footage, a thick cloud of black diesel smoke suddenly billowed out from the exit of the valley.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy-duty internal combustion engine locomotive painted with striking yellow stripes, like a steel beast, roared out of the mountains and forests.

The wheels rolled over the rails, making a loud "clang-clang" sound.

Each sound was like a heavy hammer blow to Sun Jian's heart.

Behind the locomotive are the freight cars.

Section 1.

Two sections.

Five sections.

Ten sections.

Section 20.

Thirty sections.

Sun Jian's mouth gaped wider and wider, and the hand holding the binoculars began to tremble uncontrollably.

Section 40.

Fifty days!

A full fifty extra-long flatbed carriages, stretching as far as the eye can see!

Each carriage is securely bound to massive equipment with thick iron chains and industrial-grade buckles.

Fertilizer reaction towers, cold storage compressors, piles of heavy steel, complete sets of automated production line components...

The total load capacity reached several thousand tons.

This batch of supplies is several times more than the total amount transported by the previous hundred heavy trucks.

The train rumbled along the tracks that Jiang Chen had just laid, rolling all the way into the territory of Jiangjia Village.

The newly laid railway tracks gleamed with a cold, silvery light in the sunlight.

Each sleeper was hammered into a tight fit.

Every single spike remained perfectly still.

There wasn't the slightest tremor. There wasn't the slightest deviation.

This is an industrial miracle that 80,000 peasants created in two weeks with hammers and their blood and sweat.

A huge temporary platform had already been leveled by bulldozers on the open space of the processing plant in Jiangjia Village.

The railway ends here.

Wang Dagou stood at the edge of the platform, watching the steel behemoth rumble closer, his face flushed with excitement.

"They're here! They're here!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs towards the crowd behind him.

Thousands of people, young and old, from the entire village flocked over.

As the train approached, the ground trembled, the air trembled, and everyone's chest resonated with the "clanging" rhythm.

Jiang Shitou squeezed to the front, yelling excitedly. He ripped off his vest and jumped up and down shirtless, like a gorilla in heat.

"A train! It's a train, damn it!"

"Our village now has a train!"

Jiang Jianguo stood in the crowd, his neck craned high, his eyes red-rimmed.

He had lived for over fifty years and never dreamed that one day he would see a train coming into his village.

The heavily loaded train finally came to a slow, steady stop.

The brake valve hissed, and white steam billowed out from both sides of the wheels.

Immediately afterwards, the driver's cab door was pushed open.

Jiang Chen jumped off the hood of the car.

He was wearing work clothes covered in oil and dust, his safety helmet was askew on his head, and his face was covered in diesel ash.

He doesn't look like a super-rich person with a net worth of trillions.

He looks more like a train driver who has just finished his shift.

"discharge!"

He only said two words.

Behind them, on the fifty carriages, the workers who had been waiting for a long time started to move at the same time. The crane boom rose, the latches loosened, and the equipment began to unload.

That ten-ton highway weight limit bar is right here at the head of the Qingshi Bridge, a few kilometers away.

In front of this heavy-haul train weighing several thousand tons, the weight limit bar and the red sign hanging on it look utterly ridiculous.

Are you blocking my road?

I won't take your road.

I simply rolled a railway through the valley.

Your rules don't apply to me.

The head of the Qingshi Bridge.

Sun Jian put down his binoculars.

His face was beyond ashen.

It was an expression of fear, absurdity, and despair, a mixture of seeing the impossible happen before one's eyes.

"this……"

His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to utter a sentence.

"This is fucking illogical..."

His subordinate cautiously approached.

"Manager... do you think we should keep this weight limit bar?"

Sun Jian did not answer.

He slowly turned around, opened the Buick's door, and plopped down in the driver's seat.

He took out his phone and made a call to Beijing.

The phone rang twice before I answered.

Chu Tiankuo's voice came from the other end, calm and without any fluctuation.

"explain."

Sun Jian opened his mouth.

The sound was as dry as sandpaper.

"Young Master Chu... Jiang Chen... he built a railway."

On the other end of the phone.

There was a five-second silence.

Then came a very soft laugh.

There was no anger or loss of composure in that laughter, only the dangerous excitement of a hunter discovering that his prey is more troublesome than he imagined.

"interesting."

Chu Tiankuo's voice lowered.