Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

After a night of internal struggle, He Cheng suddenly decided to confess to Wu Fucheng.

Wu Fucheng was the factory director. If he could just tamper with the accounts a little to make the money and goods in the cannery match up, proving that no cans were missing, Lu Zifeng would be accused of making a false accusation.

Lu Zifeng can't threaten me, and I've used my intelligence to resolve this crisis concerning my uncle. My uncle might very well give me an important position.

He stayed up all night and finally made this wise and conscientious decision at the break of dawn.

With dark circles under his eyes, He Cheng arrived at the cannery.

But as soon as He Cheng entered the factory, his heart sank to the bottom: the news of the stolen canned goods had already spread like wildfire.

The cannery was a collective enterprise, and its assets belonged to the collective. Every worker was the owner of the enterprise.

In other words, He Cheng didn't steal Wu Fucheng's property, but the property of all the workers here.

One worker said, "Thanks to Jiang Ce from the machine repair team, he discovered the problem while inspecting the equipment in the warehouse."

Another worker said, "What's the use of finding the problem? We need to call the police and get the lost item back!"

Jiang Ce walked towards He Cheng and looked at him: "Brother Cheng, didn't you sleep well last night?"

He Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he said viciously, "Jiang Ce, you've got guts! I already know about your conspiracy with Lu Zifeng."

Jiang Ce leaned closer to He Cheng and whispered, "It's too late. Let's make some money and run."

He Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "It's not over yet, so we don't know who will win or lose."

With that, He Cheng, clinging to his last sliver of hope, walked toward the factory director's office.

The factory manager's assistant knew about He Cheng's relationship with Wu Fucheng and said to him, "The factory manager is in a meeting discussing the stolen canned goods. Why don't you sit in his office for a while?"

He Cheng hesitated.

If you want to steal the ledgers, now is the best time.

But he ultimately decided to wait and see.

"It's alright, I'll go wait in the meeting area."

The meeting room was on the third floor, and the old-fashioned wooden doors and broken windows did not provide any sound insulation.

Wu Fucheng's stern voice came from inside: "This is the worst theft case since the factory was built, and the one involving the largest amount of money. No matter who is involved, investigate it thoroughly."

"Some of you may know that the security guard last night is my wife's cousin, but so what? Neglect of duty deserves to be dealt with accordingly. If he's involved in a criminal case, we will not tolerate it!"

At this point, Wu Fucheng slammed his knuckles against the conference table.

The "thump-thump" of knocking resonated in He Cheng's heart.

He decided to go and sit in the factory manager's office...

Some things are beyond explanation.

Just like the relationship between Lu Zifeng and Qiao Ling.

Finally, Lu's mother managed to find Qiao Ling's shop during her day off.

It was still early, and only a few tables of customers were scattered around Qiao Ling's breakfast shop.

Lu's mother chose a seat and sat down without saying a word, just watching Qiao Ling busy herself.

The more I look at it, the more I like it.

"Oh! Auntie? I'm so sorry, I really didn't see it just now." Qiao Ling nervously rubbed her hands with her apron.

"It's alright, I see you're busy. If you have some free time, chat with Auntie for a while."

"Okay, Auntie, have you had breakfast? I'll bring you a bowl of porridge."

Without waiting for Lu's mother to speak, Qiao Ling turned and went into the kitchen.

After Lu's mother finished the bowl of porridge, Qiao Ling had almost finished cleaning up.

"Xiaoling, you seem quite busy with breakfast. Didn't your family come to help?"

Lu's mother asked the question in a very artful way.

What she really wanted to know was who else was in your family.

Qiao Ling gave a wry smile, awkwardly smoothing a strand of hair from her forehead, and said softly, "There's no one home."

Lu's mother was taken aback upon hearing this.

Given her current relationship with Qiao Ling, she couldn't delve into how Qiao Ling's family members died, so she could only steer the conversation back to her business with Lu Zifeng.

Upon learning that the two were indeed just business partners, and only temporarily so, Lu's mother felt somewhat disappointed.

But she both liked and sympathized with Qiao Ling, and couldn't help but say, "Business partners are still partners. In the future, if there's any heavy or rough work around the house, let Zifeng help you."

Qiao Ling lowered her head and softly hummed in agreement.

When Lu's mother saw that she did not refuse, hope was rekindled in her heart.

He Cheng found Gu Quan at the Kang Le Game Hall.

Gu Quan took the ledger and said, "I can't understand the ledger. I need Brother Feng to verify it before I can give you the money."

After saying that, he continued to immerse himself in the game.

He was very experienced in sumo wrestling, and he used sweeping kicks to defeat the sumo wrestler in no time.

"Brother Quan, hurry up!" He Cheng reminded him worriedly.

"I'm going to fight the boxing champion soon, very soon!"

"..."

He Cheng did not see Lu Zifeng.

It was Gu Quan who handed the account book to Lu Zifeng.

After obtaining the ledger, Lu Zifeng also gathered photos of He Cheng's private transactions and delivery slips, and then took a ride directly to the city.

Wu Fucheng wields considerable influence in Dong County, and relying solely on the account book to file a report in the county is unlikely to be effective.

If you don't kill the snake when you strike it, you'll suffer the consequences.

The best way is to make a big deal out of it.

When he arrived at the newspaper office on Triumph Road in the city, it was already 4:30 p.m.

"Hello comrade, my name is Lu Zifeng, and I am looking for Comrade Lin Siyan, the editor of the newspaper."

Lu Zifeng changed into a white shirt, over which he wore a dark gray peach-collar sweater, and over that, a neat cotton-padded coat.

My hair has been cut again.

He looked energetic and was completely different from his usual street thug.

Despite this, the security guard downstairs at the newspaper office didn't allow him in, but instead asked, "Which organization are you from? Do you have a letter of introduction?"

Lu Zifeng laughed and said, "I don't have a work unit. I submitted a short poem last time, and the newspaper published it. Look, this is the feedback they sent back..."

The guard glanced at it indifferently.

Newspapers have a dedicated literature section, publishing poems, essays, and serialized novels every day, so it wouldn't be surprising if Lu Zifeng were indeed the author of a particular poem.

"Brother, have a cigarette." Lu Zifeng handed him one.

The security guard took the cigarette and exclaimed, "Oh, you're smoking Ashima cigarettes?"

Lu Zifeng handed over the whole pack: "If you like this brand, feel free to take it and smoke it."

"Ashima" was considered a good cigarette in those days, costing seven yuan a pack!

Many people don't even earn seven yuan a day.

"How could I possibly accept this?"

"It's okay, I still have some!"

The guard struck a match, lit it for Lu Zifeng first, and then lit it for himself.

He flicked out the flame, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "According to the rules, I definitely can't let you go up there. If something happens, I'll be held responsible."

"I understand, I understand."

"But it's almost time to get off work now, so just sit in your chair and wait. I'll tell you when Comrade Siyan comes out."

"Thank you, brother."

The two chatted for a while longer, looking as if they had known each other for a long time.

When the conversation got to the point, Lu Zifeng almost blurted out his glorious deeds on Dongxian Road.

Nothing unexpected happened, and it's six o'clock again.

Gradually, people walked out chatting and laughing.

The guard kept a close eye on the person leaving the building. When a young woman wearing a bright red acrylic scarf came downstairs, he called out, "Comrade Lin Siyan, someone is looking for you."