Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

In the city, the VIP suite on the top floor of the Jin Ding Hotel.

The heating inside was on full blast, and the windows were covered with a thick layer of condensation, completely shutting out the blizzard and biting cold outside.

Jin Wanfu, dressed in a dark red silk robe and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, leaned back on a leather sofa, leisurely reading an internal business newspaper. A purple clay teapot on the coffee table was bubbling away, filling the room with the rich aroma of top-grade Da Hong Pao tea.

Knock knock knock.

There was a very regular knocking sound coming from outside the door.

"Please come in," Jin Wanfu replied casually without even looking up.

The heavy solid wood door was pushed open, and Zhao Shanhe took off his old military overcoat, which was covered in snow and mud, and put on an extremely respectable and well-tailored black woolen overcoat. He strode in, bringing with him a chilly Siberian wind.

Jin Wanfu raised his eyelids from above the newspaper, saw that it was Zhao Shanhe, and immediately took off his glasses and smiled.

"Brother Zhao, what brings you here when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow?"

Jin Wanfu put down his newspaper, picked up the purple clay teapot on the mahogany coffee table, and poured him tea: "Have you collected all the goods to deal with the Soviet experts again? Perfect timing, I also have something I was planning to talk to you about."

Zhao Shanhe pulled out the mahogany chair opposite him, sat down with an air of authority, and picked up a teacup to warm his hands.

"Boss Jin, we haven't collected all the top-quality goods yet. There's been some trouble in the village these past few days."

Zhao Shanhe took a sip of hot tea and recounted the events of the past few days to Boss Jin, even explaining how he used the scraps of sodium sulfate to set up the scheme.

"Sure, Brother Zhao!"

After listening, Jin Wanfu slapped his thigh and looked at Zhao Shanhe with undisguised amazement and admiration.

He lit a Cuban cigar, pointed at Zhao Shanhe, and teased, "Looks like you're not only a sharpshooter who can hunt bears in the deep mountains, but also a master at making a killing in business! Your tactic of trapping the enemy, cashing out at the peak, and ultimately forcing your opponent to liquidate their account is exactly the same as the short-selling tactics of those financial oligarchs on Wall Street!"

Jin Wanfu exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, laughing and shaking his head: "Using scrap metal to get cash not only swindled our competitors out of their last shreds, but also conveniently used them as pawns to send them to jail. It seems the potential of us working people is truly limitless."

After listening, Zhao Shanhe smiled calmly and casually.

"Brother Jin, please stop flattering me. What do you mean by the US stock market and Wall Street? I'm just a country bumpkin from the mountains, I don't understand any of that."

Zhao Shanhe took out a bottle of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag: "This is just like the old hunter in Changbai Mountain setting traps in the snow to catch weasels, except this time the traps were set a little deeper, and I only caught a fat rat from the south."

"As for that young master Wang you mentioned before, I think you don't need to worry about him at all."

Jin Wanfu leaned back on the leather sofa, his tone revealing an extremely clear and shrewd understanding: "He's most likely the son of some privileged officials from a region that started reform and opening up early. If he were truly tough, he would have opened his own factory and engaged in foreign trade. Someone who needs to rely on 'official profiteering'—using official approvals to do shady business—can't be very capable; he's probably just using his father's power to bully others in the area."

Jin Wanfu picked up his purple clay cup to moisten his throat, his eyes piercing, his voice carrying the arrogance of someone who had weathered many years in the business world: "As the saying goes, even a mighty dragon cannot cross the Shanhaiguan Pass. This is the old industrial base of the Republic. No matter how much power a high-ranking official in the south has, his hand cannot reach our icy and snowy Heilongjiang."

Zhao Shanhe listened quietly without interrupting.

"But you're right to remind me."

Jin Wanfu's expression turned slightly serious, and he leaned forward slightly: "They control the foreign trade channels and a huge financial network in the south. If they really hold a grudge, their worst move would be to cut off your shipping lines and foreign trade licenses. Then, no matter how good your top-quality goods are, they'll just be a pile of moldy junk if you can't get them out."

"But you don't need to worry about any of that right now." Jin Wanfu tapped his finger heavily on the table twice: "In trade with the Soviet Union, Director Li holds absolute power, and those official profiteers in the South can't control us. But brother, if one day your business grows big and expands to other provinces, you might have some real clashes with these people."

Hearing Jin Wanfu's extremely insightful analysis of the situation, Zhao Shanhe finally felt relieved.

He stubbed out the cigarette he had just finished smoking in the ashtray.

"With Director Li's get-out-of-jail-free card, I can rest assured." Zhao Shanhe raised his head, his eyes calmly looking at Jin Wanfu: "By the way, Boss Jin, you said you had something to discuss with me as soon as you came in. What is it?"

Jin Wanfu put down his teacup, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became somewhat subtle.

The atmosphere, which had been warm and harmonious just moments before, seemed to cool down instantly as Kim Man-bok's smile gradually faded.

He looked at Zhao Shanhe, lowered his voice, and uttered a very decisive sentence.

"Shanhe, you probably can't continue with that gray squirrel pelt business you're in."