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

Old Ba raised his deeply lined face, his cloudy old eyes filled with desperate pleading.

"I only beg the government to be lenient and for Boss Zhao to have mercy and accept this batch of goods at the original price of five cents..."

Faced with Old Ba's tearful pleas and more than a hundred hunters kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Shanhe's expression remained completely unchanged.

He slowly finished the last puff of his Marlboro and casually flicked the cigarette butt into the howling snow.

Then, he slowly walked down the steps, wearing his thick, fur-lined boots.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Zhao Shanhe suddenly raised his foot and kicked the tattered sack in Old Ba Tou's arms.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The sack was kicked over and thrown onto the snow, scattering dozens of slippery gray squirrel skins into the mud and ice.

Old Ba was stunned. The more than one hundred hunters around him also froze on the spot, their breaths stopping.

"Want to buy your goods?"

Zhao Shanhe looked down at the group, his voice as cold as a frosty knife in the snowy night of minus thirty degrees Celsius: "Do you think you can settle this matter by kneeling on the ground, kowtowing a couple of times, and squeezing out a few drops of cat pee?"

He suddenly pointed at the homemade guns and pipe wrenches scattered on the ground, his tone extremely vicious, "If it were someone else today, leading over a hundred men with guns, storming into your old man's house, pointing a gun at your son's head! And then shedding a couple of tears, you not only have to forgive them, but you also have to pay for their stuff?"

Old Ba was speechless after hearing these words, his lips trembling.

Zhao Shanhe took a sudden step forward, his fur-lined boots squeaking loudly on the broken ice.

"You're all hunters who make a living deep in the forest; you should know the rules of the mountains better than I do!"

Zhao Shanhe stared down at Old Ba Tou, his voice low but carrying a chilling, bloodthirsty undertone: "In the mountains, anyone who dares to approach the wolf's den with a gun will be killed! My wife, Lin Xiu, was too scared to even leave the house, and my brother got his head smashed open in the yard!"

He suddenly pointed at the rusty homemade gun in Old Ba's arms, his eyes fierce like those of a man-eating beast.

"Let me tell you! If any of those pipes you have dare to catch fire tonight, and it alarms my family, don't forget about these few scraps of leather..."

Zhao Shanhe gritted his teeth and slammed each word down on everyone's head: "Tonight, every single one of you, all of you, will die on this street! No one will leave this village alive!"

These words, brimming with extreme killing intent, were like a chilling wind at minus forty degrees Celsius, instantly sweeping across the necks of all the hunters.

Old Ba was so frightened that he trembled violently, his eyes filled with horror, and he couldn't even breathe properly.

Zhao Shanhe coldly swept his gaze across the scattered piles of fine furs, treating them like a pile of garbage, before issuing an extremely ruthless ultimatum.

"You still have the nerve to ask me to pay for the goods? I'm only doing this today in front of Director Li and all these armed police brothers, to save face for the national law."

Zhao Shanhe abruptly turned around, leaving them with an extremely ruthless back view: "Take your rags and get out of here right now! If anyone dares to come within half a step of my yard wall with any metal object again, I, Zhao Shanhe, will personally break all three of their legs!"

These words were like an extremely heavy blow, instantly plunging Old Man Ba ​​and all the hunters into an icy abyss.

Old Ba was completely panicked.

Seeing that Zhao Shanhe was stubbornly refusing to budge, he became anxious and his eyes darted around. Suddenly, he turned around and scrambled towards Director Li, who was standing to the side, grabbing Director Li's trouser leg, which was covered in snow and mud.

"Oh, Your Honor!"

Old Ba was crying uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face, his whole body trembling: "You're the local official, you can't ignore this! If Boss Zhao doesn't take our hides today, we'll all die back in the village anyway! We're not leaving today, we'll all freeze to death at the gate of the municipal government compound! Let the provincial leaders see this!"

"You bastard!"

Hearing this blatant attempt at moral blackmail, Director Li trembled with rage. He abruptly pulled his leg out, pointed at Old Ba's nose, and shouted angrily, "Are you trying to blackmail the government?! You're holding guns and causing trouble, and now that you're in the wrong, you're throwing a tantrum!"

Director Li's sharp gaze swept over the hunters on the ground: "You really think the law can't punish everyone? Believe me, I'll have the armed police put you all in the car right now!"

Old Ba was so frightened by the thunderous roar that he shrank into a ball, his face pale. He only dared to lie prostrate in the snow and kowtow desperately, not daring to utter a single word in reply.

Director Li's chest heaved violently.

Although he was furious, as a leader of the municipal party committee, he was extremely clear-headed.

If these hundreds of people really refuse to leave tonight, and some even freeze to death in the county, the political impact will be terrible.

If this really escalates to the provincial level, he, as the director of the foreign trade bureau, will be in deep trouble. We must quell this powder keg as soon as possible.

He let out a heavy sigh, forcing down his anger. He turned to look at Zhao Shanhe, who was still standing on the steps.

"Mountains and Rivers".

Director Li took two steps closer, his tone softening, and he spoke with a hint of utter helplessness: "I know you've suffered a great injustice today, and everything you said just now makes perfect sense. These people deserve to be arrested for what they did."

He glanced back at the hunter on the ground, lowered his voice, and said with utmost sincerity, "But if we really leave them alone, these hundreds of people staying here will have a really bad influence. If someone dies, we won't be able to explain it to the municipal party committee. For the sake of the Foreign Trade Bureau, Shanhe, we can only ask you to make do tonight."

For a municipal party committee leader to speak to such an extent is tantamount to the government begging him to consider the overall situation.

Zhao Shanhe wasn't the kind of troublemaker who wouldn't let things go even when he was in the right. Deep down, he was a very resilient hunter who knew when to stand firm and when to take responsibility.

"Director Li, you flatter me."

Zhao Shanhe took a deep breath of the cold air, and the coldness on his face softened slightly.

He looked at Director Li and nodded decisively: "Since you've brought up the overall situation of the city, then I, Zhao Shanhe, won't be coy. I'll swallow this grievance and consider it as sharing the burden for you and the government."

He turned his head and looked down at the old man kneeling in front of him, his eyes still as sharp as a knife.

"Old Ba, you all need to listen up!"

Zhao Shanhe's voice carried a chilling, oppressive force amidst the wind and snow: "I'm only accepting your goods today out of respect for Director Li and for the sake of the bigger picture! I'll take them all, at the original price of five cents per sheet!"

Upon hearing this, Old Ba and the more than one hundred hunters behind him suddenly raised their heads, their eyes filled with ecstatic joy, and they knelt down to kowtow to Zhao Shanhe.

"Shut up! Don't thank me yet!"

Zhao Shanhe suddenly raised his voice, slamming each word down on everyone's heads: "I'm telling you this, this is the last time! From the moment the sun rises tomorrow, this business between us will be completely over! Even if you hunt down dragon liver and phoenix marrow, don't send them to me again! Understand?!"

Old Batou shuddered, his head banging loudly as he kowtowed: "I understand! Boss Zhao is incredibly kind! We'll obediently go back to the mountains tomorrow!"

Zhao Shanhe ignored them and turned to shout at the courtyard.

"Erga Zi!"

Ergaizi, his head wrapped in bandages, quickly ran out of the courtyard gate: "Boss, I'm here!"

"Go to the storeroom and bring out the scales! Count all the hides from these people, pay them 50 cents each in cash on the spot, and make them take the money and leave!"

After giving his orders with remarkable efficiency, Zhao Shanhe waved his hand and raised his voice eight octaves higher: "Also, tell the kitchen in the backyard to bring out that big iron pot we usually use to cook pork bones! Light all the firewood in the yard, make sure the fire is blazing!"

Erga was taken aback: "Boss, what are you cooking up in the middle of the night?"

Zhao Shanhe slapped Erga Zi on the shoulder and pointed to the armed police officers and public security officers standing ramrod straight around them: "These hundreds of brothers have been freezing in the snow at minus thirty degrees Celsius for half the night because of our family's situation! Go and pour all the old ginger and brown sugar from the warehouse into the pot, and cut up a few big chunks of fatty mutton to make a thick ginger soup!"

"No one can leave today! Every soldier must have a big bowl of hot soup to warm up before getting on the truck!"

Upon hearing this, the armed police officers who were standing in the wind and snow, stamping their feet to keep warm, suddenly felt an intense warmth in their eyes.

Director Li stood aside, watching Zhao Shanhe's tough yet kind demeanor, and felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. His eyes were practically overflowing with admiration.

"You're a capable guy!" Director Li couldn't help but pat Zhao Shanhe's arm.

"It's all thanks to the good guidance of our leaders."

Zhao Shanhe smiled, took a half-step to the side, and gestured for him to enter: "Director Li, didn't you just say you needed to talk to me? Great news?"

Zhao Shanhe raised an eyebrow: "It's too cold outside. Let's go inside and chat over some hot tea."

Director Li tightened his overcoat and laughed heartily, "Alright! Let's go inside. Tonight, I'll have a good discussion with you about this big game we're about to play!"