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

A proper triangular debt is when A owes B, B owes C, and B can't get money from C, which causes A to also not get money, and in the end everyone is in trouble.

There is also an unconventional form of triangular debt:

B wasn't short of money; rather, the money that should have been paid to A was split 50/50 between the two leaders, and then A simply recorded it as a bad debt.

Wu Fucheng belongs to the latter category.

At this moment, Wu Fucheng was already sprawled on the luxurious leather sofa at home.

His mind wasn't paralyzed; it was working at a rapid pace.

"I've spent so many years and so much money in Dongxian, isn't it all for this day?"

Wu Fucheng will not submit to execution.

"Dad!" Wu Biao walked in.

"Leave me alone."

"No, I wanted to tell you that Lu Zifeng is collaborating with a breakfast shop. They've bought a lot of goods from the supply and marketing cooperative, and they're all piled up in a room inside the breakfast shop. I heard they need to add a business license item before they can put it on display for sale. Do you think we should find someone to burn their shop down?"

Wu Fucheng stared at Wu Biao with the eyes of a hawk: "Is all you've learned to do all day is smash up shops and burn them down?"

It's not that he has a bottom line, but arson is a very serious criminal offense. Once he's found out, Wu Biao's life will be ruined.

To kill Lu Zifeng, one doesn't need to sacrifice oneself as well.

All you need to do is find someone you know in the business administration department and block his business license.

Lu Zifeng's batch of goods consisted mainly of non-staple foods for the New Year, and many of them were slow-moving items. If he delayed them for another two or three months until they expired, he would lose everything.

Of course, setting fire to the shop or even rendering Lu Zifeng unable to take care of himself for the rest of his life is not entirely out of the question.

However, Wu Biao should not be allowed to do this kind of thing.

If you're going to do it, it should be when you have no other choice but to find someone to do it in your own name.

Before the higher authorities could investigate, Wu Fucheng found a local tyrant near the fertilizer plant.

"Brother, here's ten thousand yuan. If your older brother doesn't come back one day, I want Lu Zifeng dead."

"Sorry, bro, I don't take jobs that could kill someone."

"Alright, then burn down his shop and make sure he can't take care of himself for the rest of his life. After it's done, my son Wu Biao will pay you another 20,000."

The bald man reached out and pulled a wad of money from the table into his pocket.

He indicated that he would take the job.

During this time, Lu Zifeng received a letter from Lin Siyan.

Lin Siyan had used Lu Zifeng's "poem" before and sent him a reply, so she knew Lu Zifeng's address.

In this day and age, having pen pals is a common occurrence. But Lin Siyan found Lu Zifeng, this righteous and wicked literary fraudster, quite interesting.

In her letter, she encouraged Lu Zifeng, saying, "When Sun Shao-ping was working in the coal mine, he wrote a letter to his sister Lanxiang. He said, 'Never despise our background, but we must also break free from the limitations of our background and pursue a higher meaning in life...'"

Perhaps she felt sorry for Lu Zifeng's family, who had been cheated by corrupt officials and had their fruit stand vandalized.

Lu Zifeng replied in his letter, "You're right!"

Lin Siyan: "..."

Is he sending a telegram?

In fact, Lu Zifeng regretted sending the letter less than two minutes later.

That's so perfunctory!

Even though we don't need the connection from the Literature Department anymore, we can't treat people like mere tools!

He peeked through one eye at the mailbox slot and found that the letter he had just put in was stuck there.

He picked up two small twigs from the ground, intending to use them to pick out the letter, but accidentally pushed it down instead.

So he went back and wrote another letter.

The letter begins with: "Sorry, I put the draft in the last letter..."

So, while Lin Siyan was still angry about the letter from that morning, the old man at the mailroom brought her another one in the afternoon.

I opened it and burst out laughing...

Wu Fucheng's past efforts have not been in vain.

Although he took money from the factory, his superior, "Commissioner Geng," also took money.

It's so much fun to make progress together!

As for He Cheng, he deserved it, and Wu Fucheng didn't want to bother with him anymore.

He held a special meeting and made a thorough self-criticism regarding the theft at the cannery.

Sparse applause broke out from the audience.

As everyone knows, although He Cheng was brought to justice, the losses could not be recovered.

Suddenly, an unusual round of applause erupted at the end of the conference room.

Everyone turned around and saw a refined-looking young man with black-rimmed glasses standing there, giving Wu Fucheng a warm round of applause.

Factory Director's Office.

The young man handed over his identification and letter of introduction: "My name is Du Heng, I am a reporter for a newspaper, and I am currently conducting an interview on 'Collective Enterprises in Reform'."

Wu Fucheng warmly brewed tea for Du Heng and remarked, "Many companies are now seeking their own way out, so a sense of crisis is definitely there. However, relying on the market of this large northern country, our transition has been relatively smooth. Reporter, please have some tea."

"Thank you." After a brief understanding, Du Heng started by discussing opening up new markets and gradually moved on to the topic of triangular debt.

This is a sensitive topic, and also Wu Fucheng's Achilles' heel.

He only knew that the account book had been stolen, but he didn't know that the newspaper had obtained it.

From Wu Fucheng's ambiguous words, Du Heng keenly discerned some problems.

The answers to these questions can actually be found in the ledger.

Du Heng wrote these down one by one, and then said, "During the meeting just now, I felt Director Wu's deep affection for the cannery and his genuine sense of responsibility. May I ask that thief, how did he become a formal employee of the cannery in the first place?"

Wu Fucheng: "..."

He would not admit his relationship with He Cheng in front of reporters.

Because He Cheng did not enter the cannery through the main gate.

If nothing had gone wrong, it would have been fine, but now that something has gone wrong, his responsibility as the factory manager is actually quite significant.

Du Heng didn't expect to get a direct answer from Wu Fucheng, but through secret investigations, he discovered that his relationship with He Cheng was no secret at all.

Before returning to the city, Du Heng contacted Lu Zifeng.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"What's making a noise?" Mr. Lu was startled and searched the whole house for a time bomb.

"Dad, what are you looking for?" Lu Zifeng was about to go out to return Du Heng's call.

"Didn't you hear something beeping? Like a time bomb?" Mr. Lu said nervously.

Lu Zifeng chuckled and showed off the pager at his waist: "Never seen one before? It's a pager. Someone called me just now, that's why it went off."

"Why would someone knock on your phone?" Mr. Lu was still confused, but at least it wasn't a ticking time bomb.

Over the phone, Lu Zifeng and Du Heng exchanged a few pleasantries.

Du Heng seemed somewhat excited: "This trip was worthwhile. When I get back, I can write an article criticizing the ugly practices of the Dongxian Cannery, and also prepare some supplementary materials to submit to the procuratorate."

Lu Ziheng laughed and said, "If Reporter Du can really rid the people of this scourge, I will definitely send you a banner."

Du Heng said, "Let's meet. I have something to bring you."