Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Chen Yanshi remained silent.

The entire open space at Dafeng Factory was silent for three seconds. The live stream chat also paused for a moment, then started scrolling even more frantically than before.

"Chen Hai! It really is Chen Hai!"

"Father and son are in the same frame!"

Chen Hai stood motionless in front of his father.

The sunlight shone from the side, casting a long shadow that covered Chen Yanshi's folding stool.

Chen Yanshi's lips trembled slightly. He withdrew his outstretched hand and put it into the pocket of his Zhongshan suit.

"Hai Zi, you... shouldn't have come."

"If I don't come, who will?"

Chen Yanshi's eyes flickered. He turned his head to look at Wang Wenge and the factory security team behind him, then looked at the young man holding up his phone to live stream.

The camera is still there.

More than 300,000 people are watching.

"You've been used." Chen Yanshi's voice was low. "Shen Zhong released you to use you as a pawn—"

"Dad," Chen Hai interrupted him, "has the resettlement fee arrived yet?"

Chen Yanshi was stunned for a moment.

"Sixty million. Payments will be made to each household. Each household will receive 1.2 times the standard amount." Chen Hai said, emphasizing each word. "Are you aware of this?"

Chen Yanshi's lips twitched. "The resettlement fee has arrived, but the shares—"

"Before the audit results of Shanshui Group are released, no one can determine the price of equity compensation. You understand this better than I do."

Chen Yanshi stared at his son.

One year and three months.

He remembered how Chen Hai looked the day he was taken away—wearing a prosecutor's uniform, being shoved into a car by two military police officers. He chased after him but was stopped by guards.

Every day after that, he thought about how to get his son out.

They tried contacting Liu Changchun, Tian Guofu, Gao Yuliang, and even wrote to the Central Military Commission. All their efforts were in vain.

But now, his only son stood opposite him, his eyes showing no gratitude, no resentment, only something he had never seen before.

Examine.

Like a prosecutor scrutinizing a suspect.

Chen Yanshi's heart started racing.

"Hai Zi, you don't understand the situation—"

"Dad, I understand." Chen Hai took a step forward. "I was detained in the detention center for one year and three months. Every day, I had plenty of time to think, staring at a six-square-meter wall."

He paused for a moment.

"I've realized something—my biggest problem in life is that I'm too trusting. Hou Liangping asked me to go with him into the ammunition depot, and I believed him."

Chen Yanshi clenched his fists tightly in his pockets.

"So this time, I don't believe anyone's words. I only believe the evidence."

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Holy crap, Chen Hai's got an erection!"

"Evidence? What evidence?"

Chen Hai didn't reply to the comments. He turned around to face the more than three hundred workers who were watching.

"Fellow workers at Dafeng Factory, I am Chen Hai. Everyone knows that my father, Chen Yanshi, spearheaded the restructuring of Dafeng Factory back then."

The workers quieted down.

"I understand that you trust my father. But today I want to ask one question—has the resettlement compensation been deposited into your account?"

silence.

Then a female worker in the back row raised her hand. "We've arrived."

"Have you visited every household?"

A few scattered voices echoed, "We're here." "We're here."

Chen Hai nodded and did not ask any further questions.

He turned around and faced Chen Yanshi.

The father and son looked at each other in front of the camera.

"Dad, I have one more question for you."

Chen Yanshi's jaw tightened.

"Who sent you to stop the excavator at Dafeng Factory?"

On the open ground of the Dafeng Factory, a gust of wind swept by, stirring up a cloud of construction dust.

Chen Yanshi did not answer.

The number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 450,000.

Chen Yanshi did not answer.

But his silence was louder than any answer.

Wang Wenge stood at the front of the factory protection team, slowly lowering his arms from their crossed position. He looked at Chen Hai, then at Chen Yanshi.

For the first time, panic appeared on the old man's face.

Although it was only for a moment, Wang Wenge seized the opportunity.

"Old Chen..." Wang Wenge's voice lowered.

Chen Yanshi took a deep breath. All his seventy-eight years of life experience came rushing to him at that moment.

"Hai Zi, you've been brainwashed by Shen Zhong." Chen Yanshi's voice hardened again. "He released you so you could turn against me, can't you see that?"

"Dad." Chen Hai took his phone out of his jacket pocket. "Watch a video first."

He pressed play.

The sound from the phone's speaker echoed in the open space.

The first segment – ​​Li Dakang's voice.

"...The resettlement compensation will be advanced by the municipal finance department, with each household receiving no less than 1.2 times the current standard. After the assets of Shanshui Group are verified, the equity will be compensated based on the market value at that time. This clause will be written into the announcement and stamped with the seal of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee. I, Li Dakang, hereby promise that if either the resettlement compensation or the equity compensation is not paid in full, I will resign and apologize."

The workers' breathing became heavier.

The second segment—Zheng Xipo's voice, mixed with noisy background sounds—is from the factory canteen.

"...Raise your hand if you agree to cooperate with the demolition."

There was a two-second silence.

Then came a few scattered voices. "Agreed." "Agreed." "I agree too."

More and more. Increasingly dense.

Finally, Zheng Xipo's voice rang out again. "Any objections? None? Then... it passes unanimously."

Chen Hai held his phone up high, with the screen facing the worker.

"This video was recorded two days ago in the cafeteria. Everyone present should remember it."

More than 300 people shifted their gaze from their phone screens to Chen Yanshi's face.

Some things are changing quietly.

Chen Yanshi's face turned ashen.

Chen Hai then took out a stack of papers from his pocket and unfolded them.

"This is the payment details for the resettlement fees. The name, account number, amount, and arrival time of each household are all listed here. The total is 60,428,000 yuan, which was advanced by Jingzhou City."

Chen Hai looked at the people from Dafeng Factory. "The money arrived, the announcement was fulfilled, and the workers voted in favor. Now the factory security team is blocking this place. Do you know what that's called legally?"

Wang Wenge's hand, clutching the payment details, trembled slightly.

"Obstructing the execution of official duties." Chen Hai said these six words very slowly. "After collecting resettlement fees and casting the vote of approval, to then block the demolition—this is not protecting rights, it's breaking the law."