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

Wang Jianye took a deep breath, turned around and strode towards the steps, waving heavily at the hunter.

"Okay! Five dollars and fifty cents, I'll take all the goods you have! Cash on delivery!"

Before the hunters could cheer, a weak yet venomous laugh suddenly came from behind Wang Jianye.

"Cash payment..."

A young worker, whose face was covered in blood after being knocked to the ground by a rusty iron pipe, clutched his forehead and staggered to his feet in the snow.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Wang Jianye, his voice hoarse with extreme anger: "You old bastard, Wang! Didn't you say in the factory meeting yesterday that the factory didn't have a single penny left in its accounts?!"

This roar was like a bucket of ice water, instantly waking up the more than thirty state-owned factory workers on the steps who had been beaten black and blue.

They turned around abruptly and stared intently at Wang Jianye and Li Yuejin beside the jeep.

"Yeah! Didn't you say you didn't have money to pay salaries, that the cafeteria couldn't even afford cornmeal, and that you had to stop cooking for us at home?"

Another worker, carrying pipe wrenches, spat out a mouthful of blood and took a step closer, gritting his teeth: "You can't even pay us enough to survive, and now you've come here with tens of thousands of yuan in cash, only to come here and buy leather for five and a half yuan?!"

Among the crowd, several workers from the fertilizer plant suddenly realized what was happening and stared intently at Li Yuejin, who was lying on the ground, with red eyes.

"You surnamed Li! You're not getting away either!"

An old worker at a fertilizer plant brandished a shovel, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face: "Last month, the workshop didn't even issue safety gloves, saying the higher-ups were stuck with approvals and there wasn't enough money to buy them! In this freezing weather, our hands were cracked and bleeding from the cold; even touching a metal tool would tear off a layer of skin. And you were on the loudspeaker saying we should live and die with the factory!"

Another worker nearby immediately burst out cursing: "Survival or perish, my foot! His brother-in-law drives a tractor out every night to steal fertilizer from the factory and sell it for money! Last week he said he didn't have money to buy coal and told us boiler operators to rummage through the coal ash ourselves! Turns out, he had so much money hidden under his bed!"

The workers finally woke up completely.

All that talk about protecting state property and smashing the black market is utter bullshit!

"In the dead of night, we brothers braved temperatures of minus thirty degrees Celsius, bleeding profusely from being stabbed..."

"So he was doing your side jobs all along! You wanted to use us brothers as cannon fodder to steal this lucrative business from you!"

The young worker, his head covered in blood, had red eyes and pointed the cast iron wrench at Wang Jianye's nose.

Upon hearing this roar, Wang Jianye felt a loud buzzing in his head.

My brain, which had just been completely heated by the prospect of "ten times or a hundred times the profit," was instantly frozen and stopped thinking, as if a bucket of liquid nitrogen had been poured over my head.

Only at this moment, looking into those bloodshot eyes that seemed to want to devour him, did he suddenly shudder and realize just how incredibly stupid and foolish he had just done.

Just now, they were so engrossed in seeing Zhao Shanhe's terrifying profits in foreign trade that they were thinking of selling everything they owned to intercept this batch of goods. Driven by extreme greed, they completely forgot that there were people standing behind them!

They forgot that the thugs they brought tonight were the very same low-level workers whose wages they had been ruthlessly deducted from under the pretext that "the factory has no money," leaving them barely able to afford food!

His extremely boastful shout of "cash on delivery" is equivalent to loudly bragging to a pack of starving wolves that he has tons of fresh meat hidden in his house!

Li Yuejin, who was slumped in the snow, had lost all color in his lips and was convulsing violently as if he had been electrocuted.

He then realized that his earlier promise to "use something from under the bed" in his greed was tantamount to directly admitting to these workers, who couldn't even afford work gloves, that he had embezzled hundreds of thousands of yuan in public funds.

This is practically handing your own neck to the worker's guillotine!

Looking at the group of workers who had suddenly changed completely, Wang Jianye's face turned ashen, his legs cramped violently, and he could no longer stand.

He scrambled and stumbled under the jeep, trembling, pleading, "No...it's not what you think! Comrades, let me explain, this money is..."

Explain your mother!

The young worker suddenly swung a wrench, staring at him like he was his mortal enemy: "You bunch of bastards, you said at the factory that if anything happened, it would be all your fault. I thought it was just the boss being polite, but it turns out it was true! If you can't explain where this money came from today, believe me, we'll bury you both in this snowdrift right now!"

"Give us the money! Pay us back wages!"

"Pay up! Or I'll kill you two old bastards!"

More than thirty workers, covered in blood, went completely mad. They turned their weapons around and surrounded Wang Jianye and Li Yuejin like wolves.

Li Yuejin was so frightened that he collapsed onto the snow, his yellow urine flowing uncontrollably down his trousers, creating yellow ice holes in the snow.

Wang Jianye was so frightened that he kept backing up under the jeep.

A crisp "click" sounded as the gun bolt struck the ground.

The second brother, holding a long-barreled double-barreled shotgun, stood impatiently in front of Wang Jianye.

"What are you doing? What are you doing!"

The second brother pointed the dark barrel of his gun at the approaching workers, spitting bloody saliva on the ground: "You bunch of spineless bastards with secure jobs, weren't you so tough when you were beating us up? Now you want to mess with our big boss?"

More than a hundred hunters around them also raised their homemade guns and pig-slaughtering knives and rushed forward to protect Wang Jianye behind them.

What a joke! This old man promised to buy their hides for five yuan and fifty cents; he's their living god of wealth now. Anyone who dares to touch their god of wealth is cutting off their livelihood!

"I'll tell you!"

The second brother's eyes swept fiercely over the group of workers: "With us brothers here today, no one will lay a finger on Boss Wang! If you're not satisfied, let's fight to the death!"

"Fuck your mother!"

The young worker in the lead, his eyes red, roared, "You fucking get out of my way! He's embezzling our hard-earned money! I demand an explanation from him, and then he'll hand over the money to pay my wages!"

"Pay your mother's salary!"

The second brother didn't back down at all, pressing the homemade gun directly against the young worker's forehead, shouting even louder than the first man: "I don't care about hard-earned money! He promised us five yuan and fifty cents in cash! He's our father today! Anyone who dares to touch my father, I'll shoot them on the spot!"

"Fuck your mother! I can't even afford to eat, I don't care if he's your father or not! Did you forget the pain after I cracked your skull open?!"

"Damn it, come on! Do you really think these iron pellets we have are just for show?"

"Kill these dogs that are blocking our path to wealth!"

Thirty-odd exploited, bloodied workers face off against over a hundred greedy hunters who would even recognize their own "fathers" for exorbitant profits.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly transformed into an extremely absurd and chaotic battlefield.

The shouts, the sound of gun bolts being pulled back, and the clanging of metal created a cacophony of noise.

Wang Jianye huddled behind the hunter, who reeked of sweat, watching this absurd and desperate scene unfold before him.

His own workers wanted to skin him alive, but the ruthless thugs across the street protected him like a "father" for money.

He felt like a piece of rotten meat being fried in a pot of oil, completely trapped in a hopeless dead end.

Just as a second major battle was about to erupt on the steps, and it seemed like they were about to perish together.

crunch--

The extremely grating sound of the wooden door bearings rubbing together suddenly rang out in the frenzied and noisy snowy night.

The large, black lacquered wooden door, which had been tightly shut the entire time, was suddenly slowly pulled open from the inside.

A dim, yellowish light shone from the courtyard.

Accompanied by the crunching sound of tiny snowflakes being crushed underfoot.

Zhao Shanhe, wearing a sheepskin coat and with a burning Marlboro cigarette between his fingers, slowly emerged from the shadows of the doorway.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze sweeping calmly over the blood-soaked ground below the steps and the two groups of people locked in a tense standoff.

"In the middle of the night."

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a puff of bluish-gray smoke, flicked the ash with his slender fingers, and curled a cold, ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth. His voice was not loud, but it was like a cold, sharp knife, instantly cutting off all the noise and clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Why is it so lively at my front gate?"