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

Lin Ting stood up and straightened the hem of his suit jacket.

"Chairman Qiao, worrying too much will shorten your lifespan. You don't need to worry about how the Lin family's goods are shipped."

"The Lin family doesn't have any liquidated damages in their accounts," Lin Ting said calmly.

Lin Ting turned and walked out, with Lin Fu carrying the stainless steel black box and following behind.

Qian Jin smashed the teacup to pieces from behind.

"All three provincial highways and two national highways leading out of the city have traffic management and road administration checkpoints."

"If your Lin family's car dares to hit the road, I guarantee you won't even have a rim left!" Qian Jin shouted, pointing at Lin Ting's back.

Lin Ting didn't turn around. He pushed open the conference room door and strode away.

Late at night, at Hongtu Machinery Factory.

Old Wei, holding a stack of production schedules, paced back and forth in the open space outside the workshop, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Lin Ting sat in an old rattan chair, holding two red walnuts in his hands.

"Grandpa, all five thousand special bearings have come off the production line and been packed up, but the roads outside are being watched by the Sanyi Society." Old Wei's voice trembled.

Lin Ting was clattering the walnuts in his hands.

"Has Old Zhao's convoy gone out yet?" Lin Ting asked.

Old Wei pointed in the direction of the factory gate and sighed repeatedly.

"We can't get out. Old Zhao led fifty dump trucks out of the factory gate, but they were blocked at the national highway entrance by hundreds of thugs in Jinbei vans."

Those thugs scattered tons of nails on the road, and all of Old Zhao's tires blew out.

Old Wei was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh.

"Our people wanted to get out of the car to clean the road, but the road administration and traffic management vehicles blocked the way behind them, checking for overloading and operating permits."

"If our vehicles dare to move even slightly, they'll impound them and we'll be fined. It's clear they're trying to trap us in the factory."

Lin Dayou, holding a yellow safety helmet in his hand, strode over and kicked an empty mineral water bottle on the ground.

"Grandpa, those bastards from the Three Righteousness Society are playing dirty tricks. They've set up checkpoints on national highways, provincial highways, and even rural roads."

"Old Zhao was cursing into the walkie-talkie, saying that the Qiao family had boasted that even a fly wouldn't be able to escape the prefecture-level city today," Lin Dayou reported.

Lin Ting stopped eating the walnuts.

"If the land route is blocked, then we'll take the waterway. What's the name of that area of ​​the Tazhai River now?" Lin Ting asked, looking at Lin Dayou.

Lin Dayi was stunned, then slapped his thigh, his eyes lighting up.

"His surname is Lin! All the sand-dredging boat captains in Wangjia Village were beaten into submission by Da Biao last month."

"More than a hundred flat-bottomed cargo ships are all sitting in the Tazhai River bend collecting dust. How could I have forgotten about that!" Lin Dayou's voice was loud and clear.

Old Wei shook his head and waved his hands erratically as he listened.

"No, no. Grandfather, the sand dredgers are used to transport sand all year round, and the bottom of the boats is full of leaks."

These are high-precision steel bearings; they rust when exposed to water, and will be scrapped if they get even a little damp.

"Getting this guy on the boat is no different than throwing him into the river," Old Wei hurriedly advised.

Lin Dayou gave Lao Wei a push.

"You know nothing. Two hundred bricklayers in Yitang can't even fix a few broken boats?" Lin Dayou glared at him.

Lin Ting stood up.

"Dayou, pass on the message: move one hundred boats to the private dock. Renovate them overnight," Lin Ting ordered.

"clear!"

Lin Dayou turned and ran to the SUV, grabbing the walkie-talkie inside.

"Listen up, everyone in Yitang, go to the building materials market and get rid of all the tarpaulins, industrial felt, and waterproof sealant."

"Take the planks and nail gun, and head to Tazhaihe Wharf!" Lin Dayou roared into the walkie-talkie.

Two o'clock in the morning, at the private dock on Tazhai River.

The river wind howled, and the river water lapped against the rocks on the shore.

One hundred flat-bottomed cargo ships, each twenty meters long, were lined up end to end, covering the entire river bend.

Lin Dayou, holding a powerful flashlight, stood on the deck of the lead ship and directed operations.

Two hundred righteous men stood shirtless, each holding a high-powered nail gun.

They laid thick industrial waterproof tarpaulins layer by layer on the bottom of the ship's hold.

The bottom is lined with wooden boards, the edges are sealed with tar paper, and waterproof adhesive is applied generously along the seams.

The river breeze was filled with the pungent smell of glue.

"The first ship's cab is now fully installed; not a drop leaks!"

"Ship No. 2 has passed inspection!"

The reports from the men of Yitang rose and fell in succession.

Old Wei, carrying a humidity meter, jumped into the cabin of ship number one.

He stared at the dry, flat wooden base and the tar paper tightly sealed around it, speechless with astonishment.

In just two hours, one hundred leaky sand dredgers were transformed into waterproof cargo holds.

On the shore, ten heavy trucks from Lao Zhao's convoy reversed into position, and the truck doors opened.

Five hundred men from Zhongtang, wearing yellow safety helmets, lined up in two long queues.

Shouting in unison, they carried heavy wooden crates filled with precision bearings onto their shoulders, steadily crossed the swaying gangplank, and stacked them in the ship's hold.

Without cranes or loading/unloading equipment, they relied entirely on the shoulders and legs of the Lin family men.

Sweat mingled with river water, soaking their canvas work clothes.

Hundreds of tons of precision bearings were all loaded onto the ship within an hour.

Lin Ting, dressed in a black trench coat, stood on the high tower platform, looking down at the river.

Lin Fu walked over with the account book and closed the pen cap.

"Grandpa, all the goods have been sent up. As you instructed, Old Zhao is using the remaining forty empty trucks to stall the Sanyihui people on National Highway 104."

"The horns were blaring loudly, attracting the attention of the Qiao family. They thought we were still trying to break through the checkpoint," Lin Fu reported.

Lin Ting nodded.

"Notify the captain to weigh anchor," Lin Ting said.

The boatman from Wangjia Village stood on the lead boat, wiped the river water from his face, and raised the red lantern in his hand high.

One hundred diesel engines roared at the same time.

Thick black exhaust fumes shot into the sky, and the propeller churned up large patches of white foam in the river.

Under the cover of night, the massive fleet sailed into the wide city-level river, heading straight for the Jiangbei Wharf, where the provincial heavy industry enterprise was located.

As dawn broke, white mist shrouded the river.

There is a backwater bay, which is 10 kilometers away from Jiangbei Wharf.

On a patrol speedboat belonging to the Sanyi Society, moored in the reeds, two informants in black jackets were yawning and smoking.

One of them turned his head unintentionally, and the cigarette butt in his hand fell onto the deck.

At the end of the river, a hundred flat-bottomed cargo ships covered with black tarpaulins broke through the white fog and surged forward in a mighty procession.

The bow of the boat was covered with red lanterns bearing the character "林" (Lin).

The diesel engine roared, shaking the surface of the river.

"The Lin family's boat! They've traveled by water!"

The informant scrambled towards the cabin and grabbed the satellite phone.

The top floor of the Sanyihui headquarters in the city center.

When Master Qiao heard the report on the phone, his eyes turned red with anger.

He overturned the mahogany desk in front of him, scattering tea sets and documents all over the floor.

"A hundred boats? Where did they get a hundred boats from! Lin Ting is digging up my Qiao family's ancestral graves!" Third Master Qiao roared into the phone.

The henchman opposite was so frightened that he could barely speak.

Third Master Qiao kicked away the chair next to his feet.

"Notify all branches along the river to deploy all their speedboats!"

"Take the electric drill and the water ghosts, and go to the river to sink all their boats! Not a single screw is allowed to cross the river!" Master Qiao roared hoarsely.