I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

At 10 a.m., in the old industrial area of ​​a prefecture-level city.

The large iron gate of Hongtu Machinery Factory was covered in rust, and two Jinbei vans were parked outside the gate.

The weeds in the factory area had grown to half a meter high, and several red brick chimneys stood in the distance, with no signs of construction.

Lin Ting led Lin Fu and Lin Fei down the dilapidated stairs to the factory manager's office on the third floor.

Large areas of the office walls were peeling off, and discarded mechanical parts were scattered on the floor. Several red bricks were propped up on the legs of the desks.

Lin Fu unzipped his briefcase, took out a document, and slammed it onto the chipped table. Next to it were several receipts stamped with the bank's red seal.

"A capital verification certificate of 1 billion yuan shows that all funds are in the Lin family's public account and can be transferred at any time."

As long as you sign this full acquisition agreement, the 500 mu of land belonging to Hongtu Machinery Factory, along with the railway line, will all belong to our Lin family.

"The Lin family will pay the 20 million yuan resettlement compensation to the 300 laid-off workers in the factory today." Lin Fu pushed a pen over.

Old Wei, the factory director of Hongtu Machinery Factory, is over fifty years old, and most of his hair has turned white.

He was wearing a pilling old jacket, and his hands were covered in black engine oil.

Old Wei looked at the verification certificate on the table and swallowed hard.

He rubbed his hands vigorously on his jacket twice, then reached for the pen. He pulled his hand back halfway.

"Boss Lin, you really can come up with 20 million in cash to settle the old workers all at once?" Old Wei looked up at Lin Ting sitting on the sofa.

"My factory owes the bank 80 million yuan, and the court will be coming to seal it up next month."

Those three hundred old workers have worked for me for half their lives, and now they can't even afford to eat.

The Sanyi Association in the city has been eyeing this land. They just want to get the land for free and don't care about the lives of the workers at all.

"If your Lin family can really provide resettlement compensation, I, Old Wei, will kowtow to you for it." Old Wei's voice trembled.

Lin Ting sat on the worn-out sofa, twirling two red walnuts in his hands, which made a crisp clicking sound.

"According to the Lin family's rules, once the contract is signed, 20 million will be deposited into the worker's account first, and the rest will be used to cover your losses," Lin Ting said.

Old Wei picked up the pen, uncapped it, and his hand trembled so much he could barely hold the pen.

"Boss Lin, Third Master Qiao has absolute power in the old industrial area. If you buy this factory, the machines won't be able to run."

They'll cut off the water and electricity, they'll send people to block the gate, and your money will be wasted." Old Wei was still hesitating.

Lin Fu tapped on the table.

"Old Wei, the Lin family is so powerful in the county that even the head of the municipal construction committee dares to investigate them. A mere chamber of commerce can't stop the Lin family's construction team."

"Just sign the papers and take the money; the Lin family will handle the rest," Lin Fu urged.

Old Wei gritted his teeth. The pen tip landed on the paper, and he just wrote the left half of the character "Wei".

boom.

The office's wooden door was kicked open from the outside, the door panel slammed against the wall, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Three men in black suits strode in.

The leader was bald, with a dragon tattooed across his neck and a prominent scar across half his face.

Scarface walked straight to the desk and kicked Old Wei's chair away.

Old Wei fell to the ground, knocking over a thermos flask. Boiling water spilled all over the floor.

Scarface pulled a switchblade from his waist.

when.

The switchblade pierced the acquisition agreement and embedded itself in the wooden tabletop.

The blade was stained with undried blood. Drops of blood flowed down the groove onto the white paper of the agreement.

Lin Fu stepped forward, blocking Lao Wei and the agreement.

"Who are you people? This is the Lin family discussing business," Lin Fu shouted.

Scarface pulled out his switchblade and patted Lin Fu on the shoulder with the flat of the blade.

"The Lin family. They've been in Tazhai for so long, they really think they're some kind of powerful figure."

Master Qiao just announced last night that the Sanyi Society wants the land where Hongtu Machinery Factory is located.

"Anyone who dares to bring money to collect will be expelled from the city's register," Scarface shouted.

Scarface bypassed Lin Fu and walked up to Old Wei.

"Director Wei, your memory isn't very good. Is it that the Sanyi Society's reputation isn't strong enough, or do you think these few country bumpkins can protect you?"

Old Wei's legs went weak, and he knelt directly in the broken glass and boiling water.

"Brother Long, I didn't sign it, I really didn't sign it." Old Wei kowtowed repeatedly.

Lin Fei walked over from the door, reached into his sleeve with his right hand, and touched a solid steel pipe that was half a meter long.

"What are the Three Righteous Men? The Lin family is buying land, what right do you have to interfere? Get out of here right now." Lin Fei looked at the scarred man.

Scarface turned his head, looked Lin Fei up and down, and then laughed.

"The Lin family of Tazhai ruined Longhai Building Materials in the county town yesterday, and they think the people in the city are easy targets."

This is an old industrial area of ​​a prefecture-level city. The Sanyi Society has been rooted here for thirty years. The two Jinbei vans outside are filled with machetes.

"Believe it or not, the moment you step out of this door today, those thousands of laid-off workers outside will smash you and your cars into a bloody pulp," Scarface said, pointing out the window.

Lin Fu's face darkened.

"With thousands of laid-off workers, do you Sanyi Society really think that having more people can suppress the Lin family?"

With just a word from their great-grandfather, the 100,000 Lin family members of Tazhai could surround the old industrial area so tightly that not even a fly could escape within half a day.

"Your Third Master Qiao wants to take over this land. Tell him to bring the money to the ancestral hall and talk to the patriarch himself," Lin Fu retorted.

Scarface burst out laughing.

"100,000 people. This is the city. If you dare to bring people into the city, the city bureau will arrest you first."

"Master Qiao has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles; he can shut down your factory on any pretext."

Scarface turned to look at Old Wei and threw the bloodstained switchblade in his hand in front of Old Wei.

"Director Wei, Third Master Qiao said that if you sign this agreement today, there will be three more sacks in the moat tomorrow morning."

Are your wife and your daughter, who just started high school, good swimmers?

Upon hearing this, Old Wei collapsed to the ground. He gasped for breath, clutching his hair with both hands.

Old Wei held his head and cried.

"Boss Lin, stop arguing. The Sanyi Society is not a reasonable people."

Last month, the factory manager of the neighboring cotton mill refused to hand over the land, and the next day he was hit by a truck on his way home and broke both his legs.

He's still lying in the hospital. No matter how rich your Lin family is, you can't prevent them from doing something underhanded.

"I beg you, take the money and leave. I'm giving this factory away to the Sanyi Society for free." Old Wei waved his hands repeatedly.

Lin Fu pointed to the bank receipts on the table.

"Old Wei, wake up. The Sanyi Society is taking your factory for free; they won't give you a single penny."

They won't care about the resettlement fees for those 300 workers either. If you give them the factory, who will pay back the 80 million yuan owed to the bank?

"You'll spend the rest of your life in jail. Who will support your wife and children? Sign this, and the Lin family will guarantee your whole family's safety." Lin Fu loudly dissuaded him.

"That's better than collecting corpses tomorrow. I can't care about that. I just want my wife and kids to be alive."

"Boss Lin, I'm begging you, you can't beat the Three Righteous Men. They have people in their hands, you should leave now." Old Wei covered his face.

He suddenly jumped up and grabbed the punctured acquisition agreement from the table. He forcefully tore the agreement in half, then tore it into four pieces.

Paper scraps were scattered all over the ground.

"I'm not selling it anymore! I'm not selling this factory! You all leave, you all get out of here!" Old Wei shouted at Lin Ting, kneeling amidst the shredded paper.

Scarface walked up to Lin Fu and pointed a finger at Lin Fu's chest.

"Did you hear me? Take your stinking money and go back to your wretched town."

"Your Lin family can't handle this old industrial area. If you don't leave, we'll take you all down with us."

Lin Fei pulled out a solid steel pipe from his sleeve, stepped forward, raised the pipe, and was about to swing it down at the scarred man's head.

"Grandpa, I'll cripple him first!" Lin Fei roared.

"stop."

Lin Ting stood up from the sofa.

Lin Fei's steel pipe stopped in mid-air, and he abruptly stopped his force.

Lin Ting walked over the shards of paper scattered on the floor to his desk. He didn't look at the scarred man, nor did he pay any attention to the three thugs in black suits.

The Lin family offered him 1 billion yuan in cash; this was his only way out.

A few verbal threats from the Sanyi Society would never make a desperate factory manager refuse even life-saving money.

Old Wei's eyes don't lie.

When Lao Wei was tearing up the contract, he wasn't looking at Scarface, but at the bloodstained switchblade Scarface had brought in.

Lin Ting bent down and picked up the switchblade; the bloodstains on the blade were very fresh.

Lin Fei pulled out the steel pipe and was about to make a move, but Lin Ting raised his hand to stop him and calmly looked at the factory director whose face was ashen.

"Is the reason you're not signing because the knife isn't sharp enough, or because something happened at home?"