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

Trucks roared along the snow-covered national highway.

Erga was so cold that he kept sniffling, staring intently at the white snow crust outside the windshield.

"Brother, the snow is so heavy we can't even see the road. Are we really sure we can follow this trail?" Erga rubbed his frozen face. "What if we're chasing that empty truck heading to the branch factory?"

Zhao Shanhe gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"It can't be wrong."

Zhao Shanhe stared coldly at the two deep ditches ahead. "It's the 1980s now. How many ten-ton trucks can travel on this national highway in a day? Look closely at those tire tracks."

Erga pressed his face against the glass and looked in the direction of the headlight beam.

"When an empty car is used to compact snow, the surface underneath is flat."

Zhao Shanhe jerked the steering wheel to avoid a snowdrift. "This truck is loaded with fifteen tons of dead iron. The tires have crushed the old ice underneath, and what's coming out is black mud. This is called a heavy-load imprint; they can't run fast."

The tire tracks followed the national highway all the way to the gate of the North Suburb Railway Freight Terminal.

Ahead was a rusty iron gate, with a thick red and white wooden boom bar lying beside it.

Two railway security officers, wearing military overcoats and red armbands, were stomping their feet to keep warm outside the guardhouse.

Zhao Shanhe slammed on the brakes, bringing the truck to a steady stop in front of the barrier.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, an officer walked over, cursing and swearing, his flashlight beam shining directly onto the driver's side window.

"What are you doing! Driving into the freight yard in the middle of the night? Where's your freight permit for entering the station?!"

Zhao Shanhe didn't get out of the car. He rolled down the window, casually took out a pack of unopened Ashima cigarettes from his coat pocket, along with a ten-yuan note, and slipped it discreetly into the clerk's hand through the window.

The officer's flashlight beam suddenly swayed, and his fingers instinctively gripped the pack of cigarettes and money. His expression immediately softened considerably.

"Dude, can you make an exception for me?"

Zhao Shanhe lowered his voice, his brows furrowed anxiously, "We're also from the Red Star Factory, we're the rear guards for Deputy Factory Director Li."

The clerk was taken aback: "Deputy Factory Director Li? He just went in with a big truck."

"you do not say!"

Zhao Shanhe slammed his hand on the steering wheel, feigning a frantic look. "Factory Director Li left in such a hurry that he left the last copy of the shipping manifest in his office! Without the copy, how are we going to hand it over to the train conductor? He called and cursed under his breath, telling us to floor the gas and deliver it. Buddy, you better get on the gate quickly, or we'll really delay the departure of the provincial supplies. You know how bad Factory Director Li's temper is!"

The clerk clutched the cigarettes and money in his pocket, a thought flashing through his mind.

The team led by Deputy Director Li of Hongxing Factory had indeed entered the station ahead, and all the approval slips were legal scrap metal shipment orders. The truck in front of them was rushing to deliver the abandoned auxiliary unit, which logically fit perfectly.

Most importantly, that bag of Ashima (a type of milk tea) and the ten yuan felt incredibly substantial.

"Alright, next time you go out, tell your boss to be more careful!"

The clerk tucked his flashlight to his waist, turned around, and shouted into the guardhouse, "Old Liu, it's the Red Star Factory delivering an order. Turn off the gate and let them through!"

The winch turned, the heavy iron gate slowly opened, and the red and white boom was raised high.

Zhao Shanhe smirked, released the clutch, and floored the accelerator.

The truck let out a deep, beastly roar, swaggering through the snow and wind, and drove straight into the brightly lit freight station square.

……

In the dispatch room of the North Suburb Railway Freight Station, the stove was burning bright red.

Li Defu huddled in the worn-out sofa, his fingers, which were holding a cigarette, trembling uncontrollably.

He took a deep drag of the Daqianmen cigarette, the pungent smoke making him cough repeatedly.

A long streak of cigarette ash fell onto his neatly pressed officer's overcoat, but he didn't bother to brush it off.

Normally, if this coat gets even a little dusty, he would be so distressed that he would spend ages wiping it with a wet towel.

Zhang Dafa's criticism was absolutely correct.

Li Defu spent most of his life in the Hongxing Factory, a cunning old man who wouldn't even bend down to pick up a fallen oil bottle.

Every day, I brew a pot of fine tea leaves on time, put on my reading glasses, and read the "Reference News" all morning, hoping to get through the retirement period peacefully and receive my pension.

Reselling export machinery worth hundreds of thousands? He wouldn't even dare to dream of it, not even if you gave him ten lives.

But he had no choice.

A flicker of despair and ruthlessness flashed in Li Defu's cloudy old eyes as he pressed the cigarette butt, now burned to the sponge-like tissue, firmly into the ashtray.

He cursed inwardly. If it weren't for his good-for-nothing son being swindled out of everything while doing business in the south, and having borrowed a huge amount of money from loan sharks, and having his little finger chopped off with a knife and sent back wrapped in newspaper a few days ago, why would he have done something so dangerous at an age when he should be enjoying his retirement?

A hole of one million! Even if Li Defu were to give his life, he couldn't fill it.

Only this batch of German foreign trade machinery could save his son's life and also buy his whole family a boat ticket to go south and live as wealthy men in anonymity.

He's been honest his whole life, but this time, he has to be ruthless to the very end.

With a creak, the metal door of the dispatch room was pushed open.

A gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in, making Li Defu shiver.

Ivanov walked in wearing a heavy woolen overcoat, stamped his big leather boots on the snow, and smiled with great satisfaction in his gray-blue eyes.

"Li, my friend."

Ivanov said in broken Chinese, "The loading outside will be finished soon, and the crane is lifting the last piece, Kharasho!"

Li Defu suddenly jumped up from the sofa, grabbed Ivanov's sleeve, and his voice was distorted with extreme tension.

"Hurry! Once it's installed, get out of here! Don't waste a minute!"

Li Defu was so anxious he was stamping his feet, his forehead covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. "The new factory director appointed by the Municipal Bureau arrived at the factory at nine o'clock this morning to take office! Although the fire was set, if they really want to investigate, it won't take long! Your train needs to set off right now..."

"Ugh—!"

Before Li Defu could finish speaking, a piercing, beast-like roar of a heavy truck horn suddenly rang out from outside!

The horn blared, shattering the tranquility of the freight station, followed by an extremely piercing screeching sound of tires braking.

Before the two people inside could react, a loud shout that drowned out the wind and snow rang out from the square.

"Stop everything! Shut down the gantry crane!"

Li Defu's mind went blank, and his blood instantly turned cold.

He shoved Ivanov aside, who was blocking his way, and stormed out of the control room like a madman.

In the snow-covered square, the pale beams of searchlights were torn apart.

A heavy truck, like a steel beast, crashed directly under the crane, completely blocking the loading route.

"Bang!"

The truck's rear cargo bed panel crashed down heavily.

Erga Zi and his dozen or so brothers all jumped down in a flurry.

The headlights were so bright they made people dizzy.

As soon as Li Defu burst through the iron door of the dispatch room, he was stunned into place by the two vehicles of people that suddenly appeared, unable to move an inch.

"Bang."

The driver's side door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhao Shanhe jumped out of the car quickly, his face cold, and strode through the beam of the searchlight, heading straight for Li Defu on the steps.

The snow beneath his feet crunched under his feet, each step feeling like it was treading on Li Defu's heart.

As Li Defu watched the figure getting closer and closer, he huddled inside his officer's overcoat, trembling like a sieve, his mouth agape but unable to utter a single word.