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

The fire, which had been burning for an hour and a half, finally gradually died down.

All that remained at the scene were charred wood and black water emitting pungent white smoke.

Liang Tiejun and Zhang Dafa sat limply in the mud, like two lifeless corpses drained of their energy.

The workers around them, carrying basins and buckets of water, were also numb, staring blankly at the ruins, even forgetting to put down their firefighting equipment.

Zhao Shanhe stood on the outer edge, his brows furrowed, staring at the charred fire. The burning anger in his heart made his throat dry.

Erga and a few of his brothers had just finished helping to pour out the last few buckets of water.

He stepped forward, wiped the snow water mixed with black ash from his face, and spat a mouthful of bloody black saliva onto the ground.

"Dude, this fire was definitely started by some damn bastard who gave birth to a son without an anus!"

Ergaizi gritted his teeth and cursed loudly, then quickly turned to Zhao Shanhe and whispered, "Brother, don't get too worked up. At worst, we brothers can go back to the mountains and continue dealing in hides. As long as we still have guns and men, we'll get our revenge sooner or later!"

Zhao Shanhe didn't respond, but simply turned his head slightly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the ruins that were still emitting white smoke.

"Ergaizi, think about it carefully. It's only been two or three days since the heavy snow started. The rotten wood in this dilapidated warehouse should have frozen solid. How could such a big fire have been started?"

Erga was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction Zhao Shanhe was looking.

He sniffed and pointed to the black water at his feet: "It's probably kerosene. When we were carrying buckets and splashing water on it, the fire didn't go out; instead, it shot out with a whoosh, and the surface of the water was covered with colorful oil droplets."

Looking at Zhao Shanhe's gloomy face, which was almost dripping with water, Ergazi felt uncertain.

He was about to say a few more words of advice when he saw Zhao Shanhe, without saying a word, rush towards the still-smoking ruins.

"Brother! Where are you going! It's hot in there, the heat hasn't completely died down yet!"

Erga was startled and shouted at the top of his lungs, then quickly followed behind, stumbling along the muddy path.

Zhao Shanhe ignored him, strode into the center of the fire, and casually picked up an iron paddle with a broken wooden handle from the black water on the ground.

Erga Zi caught up and watched Zhao Shanhe swing his arm to slap the pile of charred iron lumps, completely dumbfounded.

"Bro, are you crazy? This thing's already burned, why are you taking it out on it?!"

Erga shouted and tried to grab Zhao Shanhe's arm, but before he could touch him, a muffled thud reached his ears.

When Zhao Shanhe slammed down with his iron mallet, there was none of the expected rebound force. Instead, the dark iron frame was crushed into a large chunk, like a rotten persimmon.

Erga's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Huh? What's going on...?"

Zhao Shanhe didn't say anything, gritted his teeth and walked to a pile of wreckage next to him, then swung his iron shovel and delivered another horizontal slash.

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack, a charred iron frame snapped in two, sending brittle scrap metal flying from the broken end. One piece nearly hit Ergazi in the face.

Ergazi didn't bother wiping his face. He suddenly squatted down, stared at the broken iron frame for a few seconds, and then looked up at Zhao Shanhe.

"Bro, this machine... it's like it's made of paper!"

Zhao Shanhe remained in the chopping posture, staring at the broken stubble, his chest heaving violently twice.

It was as if he had suddenly grasped the trick that had been hidden in the fire, and the thread in his mind was instantly connected.

Zhao Shanhe threw away the broken iron shovel, strode out of the ruins, and squatted down directly in front of Liang Tiejun.

"Director Liang."

Zhao Shanhe grabbed Liang Tiejun's arm and asked urgently, "What kind of iron are those foreign machines that Director Li got made of?"

Liang Tiejun's dull eyes twitched, and his voice was hoarse: "A base made entirely of cast iron... three heavy-duty cutting machines, five German-made industrial sewing machines, and two high-temperature gluing machines. The entire production line, all made of solid imported steel..."

Zhao Shanhe pointed to the fire behind him and asked urgently, "That wood and kerosene burned for an hour and a half, and it burned the entire cast iron base like noodles? I just went in and slapped one of them flat and even broke one in half."

"What did you say?"

Liang Tiejun's ashen face twitched suddenly. He turned his head as if stung by a scorpion and stared intently at Zhao Shanhe.

"Damaged? Broken? Impossible!"

Liang Tiejun's eyes widened, and he roared in his throat from excessive excitement: "That's all cast iron! That's the base of a heavy machine tool! Don't even mention burning wood for an hour and a half, even if it burned for a whole day and night, hitting it with an iron hammer would only produce sparks! That's solid iron several centimeters thick, do you think it's some kind of cheap sheet metal to fool people?!"

Liang Tiejun kept saying it was impossible, but his body was already trembling uncontrollably.

He suddenly scrambled up from the mud and tumbled and crawled towards the ruins.

Liang Tiejun rushed to the pile of wreckage and knelt down in the black water with a thud.

Ignoring the lingering warmth on the ground, he reached out with trembling hands to touch the dent that Zhao Shanhe had slapped flat.

The touch from his fingertips was light and airy. He squeezed hard, and with a "crack," the piece of sheet metal shattered into dust in his hand.

Liang Tiejun's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

This is not a heavy-duty assembly line at all; it's just an empty shell temporarily welded together from the thinnest triangular iron in the scrap yard!

Liang Tiejun's eyes instantly turned red. He turned around abruptly and roared at Zhang Dafa, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Zhang Dafa! You fucking get over here!"

Zhang Dafa knelt in the mud, instinctively crying and swearing, "Old Liang, it really wasn't me..."

Liang Tiejun rushed forward, grabbed Zhang Dafa by the collar, swung his arm, and delivered two solid slaps to his face.

These two slaps abruptly ended Zhang Dafa's mourning.

Liang Tiejun gritted his teeth and pressed, "I'm asking you, when this whole batch of machines was delivered to the warehouse yesterday, what did all those machines on that production line look like? Were they these kinds of junk that would crumble at the slightest touch?!"

Zhang Dafa covered his swollen face, stared at the wreckage in the ruins, and shook his head repeatedly.

"That's impossible!"

"That was a whole set of foreign machinery! I was there watching the unloading process; they used huge cranes to hoist them in one by one. They were so heavy they even cracked the floor tiles!"

He pointed to the twisted pieces of iron on the ground, his voice trembling slightly.

"Even if there was a fire, it would at most burn out the motor and break the belt, how could it have burned like this?"

Zhao Shanhe slowly straightened up and exhaled a breath of pent-up frustration.

"No need to guess, the real machine was switched and taken away long ago. This fire was just to burn these fake shells and destroy the evidence."