Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Haibing opened his eyes and glanced at the time on the dial—10:03 PM.

There's still time; continue the retaliatory action.

He started the car, turned around, and drove onto the expressway leading to the northern suburbs of the provincial capital.

Haibing Pharmaceuticals' first pharmaceutical plant is located in the northern suburban industrial area, about a 20-minute drive away.

He's going to empty out that pharmaceutical factory.

The car traveled through the night, and there were fewer and fewer cars on the road. The glow of the streetlights swept past the car window one by one.

Zhou Haibing gripped the steering wheel, already sketching out the layout of the pharmaceutical factory in his mind.

He spent countless hours in that pharmaceutical factory, knowing the location of every piece of equipment, the process of every production line, and the capacity of every warehouse like the back of his hand.

Twenty minutes later, the car turned into the northern suburban industrial zone.

The industrial zone was as quiet as a ghost town. The roaring machines that used to hum during the day had all stopped, the factory windows were dark, and occasionally a street lamp would light up forlornly, illuminating a small patch of concrete road.

The main gate of Haibing Pharmaceutical Company's First Pharmaceutical Factory appeared in front of us.

Zhou Haibing drove over and stopped at the entrance.

The light in the guardhouse was still on, and inside sat a security guard in his fifties, wearing a dark blue uniform, looking down at his phone.

Zhou Haibing honked the horn.

The security guard looked up, squinted at the outside, recognized the black Mercedes, and quickly ran out of the guardhouse. As he ran, he pressed a remote control, and the electric sliding gate slowly opened.

"Mr. Zhou? Why are you here so late?" The security guard bent down and looked at Zhou Haibing through the car window, his face full of doubt.

Zhou Haibing rolled down the car window, looked at the security guard, and spoke in a calm but unquestionable tone:

"Old Liu, everyone on duty at the factory today should go home and rest. Take the night off."

The security guard paused, thinking he'd misheard. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, then opened it again: "Mr. Zhou, what did you say?"

"I told everyone on duty today can go home and have the night off," Zhou Haibing repeated.

"Salaries will be paid as usual, no deductions will be made."

The security guard's eyes lit up immediately, but he still couldn't quite believe it:

"Mr. Zhou, you're not joking, are you?"

Zhou Haibing shook his head: "I'm not joking. Go and call the others, let's go together."

The security guard's face broke into a wide smile. He nodded repeatedly, turned, and ran towards the guardhouse, shouting as he ran:

"Old Li! Little Zhao! Stop playing on your phones! Boss Zhou gave us the day off! We don't have to work tonight!"

A cheer erupted from the guardhouse.

Zhou Haibing drove the car into the factory area and parked it directly in the parking lot in front of the office building.

He got out of the car, walked into the office building, and walked along the corridor to the monitoring room on the first floor.

The door to the monitoring room was ajar, and two security guards were sitting inside, staring at the monitor screens on the wall.

Seeing Zhou Haibing push the door open and come in, the two of them stood up at the same time.

"President Zhou?"

"You don't need to work tonight, you can all go home," Zhou Haibing said. "You'll still get your wages."

The two security guards exchanged a glance, and the younger one tentatively asked, "Mr. Zhou, are you serious?"

"Seriously. Let's go, I'll keep an eye on the factory, you guys go back and rest."

The young security guard grinned, and the older one smiled too. The two of them said "Thank you, Mr. Zhou" to Zhou Haibing, and then quickly walked out of the monitoring room.

A short while later, the sound of cars starting and a few words of laughter could be heard from the factory area, then it faded into the distance and disappeared into the night.

Zhou Haibing stood in the monitoring room and waited for a few minutes to confirm that everyone had left.

He walked to the monitoring console and looked at the dozen or so screens on the wall, each displaying real-time footage of different areas of the factory.

The factory, warehouse, office building, parking lot, and main gate were all normal and empty.

He closed his eyes, his mind encompassing the entire monitoring room.

More than a dozen monitoring screens, monitoring host, hard disk recorder, control panel, chair, walkie-talkie hanging on the wall, water cup and ashtray on the table, all disappeared at the same moment and entered Shennong Space.

The monitoring room was now empty, with only exposed wires and a few socket holes remaining on the walls.

Zhou Haibing walked out of the monitoring room, through the office building, and into the production workshop.

The workshop door was a heavy fire door, unlocked, so he pushed it open and went inside.

The workshop was dark, with only the green indicator lights of the safety exits emitting a faint glow.

He pressed the light switch on the wall, and one fluorescent tube after another lit up. After a few buzzing sounds, the entire workshop was illuminated as bright as day.

This is a complete production line for traditional Chinese medicine. It has grown from a small production line in the early days of his business to its current scale after several expansions and upgrades.

Crusher, mixer, granulator, dryer, tablet press, coating machine, filling machine, sealing machine, labeling machine, cartoning machine, shrink wrapping machine —

He could name every piece of equipment, knew its performance parameters, and remembered which year it was purchased and how much it cost.

These devices are like his children.

He looked at the equipment, remained silent for a few seconds, and then his thoughts spread out.

The shredder disappeared.

The mixer disappeared.

The pellet mill disappeared.

The dryer disappeared.

The tablet press disappeared.

The coating machine disappeared.

The filling machine disappeared.

The sealing machine disappeared.

The labeling machine disappeared.

The cartoning machine disappeared.

The shrink wrapping machine disappeared.

A complete production line, consisting of more than a dozen large pieces of equipment, disappeared from its original location within seconds and was neatly arranged in the tool area of ​​Shennong Space.

The workshop became empty, leaving only the equipment bases on the ground and the water, electricity, and gas pipelines connecting the equipment, like rows of gums with their teeth pulled out.

Zhou Haibing walked out of the workshop, through the corridor, and arrived at the raw material warehouse next door.

The warehouse door was a heavy roller shutter door. He pulled it up, and the lights inside turned on automatically.

The warehouse was filled with various medicinal materials.

Astragalus, angelica, codonopsis, wolfberry, poria, atractylodes, and licorice were stacked in bags on a tray, like small mountains.

These medicinal herbs are enough for the pharmaceutical factory to use for several months, with a total value of several million.

With a sweep of his mind, Zhou Haibing caused all the medicinal herbs to disappear and enter the ordinary area of ​​the Shennong Space.

The soil and climate there are many times better than this warehouse. These medicinal herbs will not only not spoil when they arrive there, but they can continue to grow and their quality will get better and better.

Next to the raw material warehouse is the packaging material warehouse.

Cardboard boxes, instruction manuals, labels, aluminum foil, PVC rigid sheets, heat shrink film, packing straps, tape—all sorts of packaging materials filled the warehouse.

These things might not be needed in 1976, but it's better to keep them than to let Sun Guiying and Wang Jinshan benefit from them.

Zhou Haibing took them all.