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

The metal gate leading to the backyard was half-open. Before you even got close, a wave of scorching heat mixed with the pungent smell of burning rubber hit you.

Zhao Shanhe, carrying a bucket of water, strode after Liang Tiejun into the backyard.

The scene before me was like purgatory.

The roof of the old warehouse had been burned through, and towering columns of fire spewed out through the hole, while billowing black smoke blotted out the sky.

The red-hot roof beams made a chilling cracking sound as they crashed into the sea of ​​fire with a deafening roar, sending up a shower of dark red sparks.

The scene was in complete chaos.

"Water! Quickly fetch water! Where's the sand?! Throw the sand up there!"

In the firelight, Zhang Dafa was wearing a woolen overcoat with a lapel collar, the hem of which was badly singed.

He wasn't even wearing a hat; his face was so thick with smoke that it looked like the bottom of a stove pit. He was jumping up and down, shouting hoarsely as he directed a dozen or so security officers and workers who had rushed over after hearing the news.

The workers carried basins and buckets, recklessly pouring ice water and snow water into the fire.

But when this little bit of water was poured onto the towering fire, it didn't even make a splash; it instantly turned into white steam.

Zhang Dafa wiped the soot off his face, turned his head, and saw Liang Tiejun staggering in.

His face, which had been contorted with anxiety, suddenly brightened, as if a drowning person had found their anchor, and he rushed forward in a few quick steps.

"Old Liang! Old Liang, you've finally arrived!"

Zhang Dafa was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh and pointing at the sea of ​​fire, jumping up and down: "This fire is too strange! I was just in front of it..."

Liang Tiejun stared intently at the wreckage of machines in the sea of ​​fire, and the string that had been taut in his mind for half his life snapped completely with a "bang".

He didn't hear what Zhang Dafa was shouting at all.

The old man, who usually walked with a hunch and rarely spoke harshly, suddenly let out a tearing roar and lunged forward.

"Bang!"

Liang Tiejun punched Zhang Dafa hard on the bridge of his nose.

Caught off guard, Zhang Dafa let out a scream and fell heavily backward onto the muddy ground filled with icy water and black ash.

Before he could react, Liang Tiejun pounced on him like a madman, straddling Zhang Dafa's chest.

Old Liang's eyes were bloodshot, and he swung his hands like iron hammers, smashing them relentlessly against Zhang Dafa's face, which was covered in soot.

"I'll beat you to death, you beast! I'll beat you to death, you heartless beast!"

Every punch landed with a visceral impact, each one carrying the ruthless intent to drag the opponent down to hell.

Zhang Dafa was completely stunned by the beating.

His nose gushed blood instantly, mixing with mud and water and smearing his face. All he could do was instinctively and haphazardly defend himself with his hands.

"Factory Manager! Stop hitting him! Factory Manager Liang!"

The firefighters and staff around were all terrified.

Seven or eight strong young men threw down their buckets and rushed over, scrambling to pull Liang Tiejun away.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill this bastard today!"

Liang Tiejun was dragged backward by several people, his arms held tightly, his legs kicking wildly in mid-air, his leather shoes kicking up large patches of mud and water.

Zhang Dafa covered his bleeding nose and rolled around in the mud twice before he could barely get up.

He was trembling all over, looking at Liang Tiejun who was like a mad beast, his eyes filled with shock, astonishment and extreme anger.

"Are you fucking insane?!"

Zhang Dafa pointed at Liang Tiejun, his voice cracking with rage: "Why did you hit me! I'm risking my life to put out the fire, and you come up here and try to kill me!"

"Put out the fire?"

As the workers dragged him away, Liang Tiejun struggled desperately, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "You fucking started the fire! What are you pretending to do to put it out, you bastard!"

Upon hearing this accusation, Zhang Dafa was completely stunned.

He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his nose that had flowed into his mouth; he was struck dumb, and his voice was filled with suppressed sobs.

"No... Lao Liang, what's wrong with you! How could it be me! Why would I do that? What good would it do me?"

Zhang Dafa patted his coat, which was covered in black ash, and shouted his innocence at the top of his lungs.

Liang Tiejun was being held tightly by several people, his eyes were red, and tears mixed with sweat fell onto the muddy ground.

"Who knows what you're thinking, you bastard! This is the Red Star Factory, the place we've worked our whole lives for! How could you be so heartless?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Zhang Dafa was so anxious that he jumped up and down, his face covered in blood and mud.

"Old Liang, have you been incited by someone? Which spineless bastard is slandering me behind my back?!"

He turned his head sharply, his gaze piercing through the chaotic crowd, and fixed on Zhao Shanhe, who was standing behind Liang Tiejun.

Zhang Dafa, as if grasping at a straw, pointed at Zhao Shanhe and roared.

"Was it you! You bastard, were you the one instigating Lao Liang behind the scenes?!"

Fuck you!

The veins on Liang Tiejun's neck bulged, and he spat a mouthful of bloody saliva directly onto Zhang Dafa's face.

"Stop dragging others into this! I'm asking you, why did the warehouse catch fire today! And why today of all days!"

Liang Tiejun stared intently at his old partner of decades, like a desperate lone wolf.

"Director Li went through so much trouble to bring back the imported machinery, which had just arrived, and Zhao Shanhe had just received his appointment and entered the factory, and then, right at this critical juncture, the warehouse burned down! Tell me! Is there any such coincidence in the world?!"

This brutal questioning, like a bolt from the blue, completely cut off Zhang Dafa's escape route.

The towering fire continued to rage and howl, rapidly melting the accumulated snow.

Zhang Dafa was stunned into standing there after being spat on.

He sat slumped in the mud, mouth agape, face covered in blood, staring blankly at the crazed Liang Tiejun. Extreme grievances and fear erupted at that moment.

"I fucking don't know either!"

Zhang Dafa gripped the muddy ground tightly with both hands, howling and cursing, his voice distorted by the wind and snow.

"Old Liang! We've been friends for life, and you're doubting me about something as trivial as having no descendants? I haven't even been to that godforsaken place today!"

"Boom—"

The fire broke the last few load-bearing timbers, and with a muffled bang, the roof of the old warehouse collapsed completely, sending sparks and black ash flying everywhere.

The water basins in the workers' hands clattered to the ground.

There was complete silence at the scene, except for the crackling sound of flames engulfing the ruins.

Liang Tiejun broke free from the worker's grasp, his legs gave way, and he collapsed into the cold mud.

He didn't wipe the soot off his face; he just stared blankly at the pile of ruins, watching the last morsel of food for the hundreds of workers at the Red Star Factory turn to ashes.

Zhang Dafa knelt less than two meters away from him, covering his face and wailing.

Two elderly men with gray hair sat and knelt in the mud, with a raging fire burning brightly against their backs.