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

"Wait, who did you just say?"

The second brother's voice trembled, his eyes fixed on Liang Jiajun's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

Liang Jiajun was kicked and fell into the urine stains, twitching in pain. He hadn't figured out what was happening yet, and could only subconsciously follow the conversation to survive.

"Zhao Shanhe... Director Zhao of the Red Star Factory..."

"I'm the technical expert he hired from Hong Kong at great expense... If you touch me, Zhao Shanhe will never let you get away with it!"

Before he could finish speaking, the second brother swung his hand and slapped him across the face.

Snapped!

The slap was swift and brutal, with astonishing force, even catching Scarface off guard.

"Hold!"

Scarface snapped out of his daze and immediately started cursing:

"What's wrong with you?!"

Zhao Shanhai ignored the scarred man, squatted down, stared intently at Liang Jiajun on the ground, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"Is the Zhao Shanhe you mentioned living in Kaoshantun, with a wife named Lin Xiu and a daughter named Niu Niu?"

Liang Jiajun was stunned. He had no idea who was in Zhao Shanhe's family, and could only stammer in response:

"I...I don't know anything about his family situation. I only know that Director Li from the city invited him to be the factory manager. He used to be a farmer..."

Zhao Shanhai's fingers tightened more and more, his knuckles gradually turning white.

Can't go wrong.

In this county town, who else could be Zhao Shanhe, a peasant who climbed his way up from the fields to become the director of the Red Star Factory, besides his older brother?

In that instant, Zhao Shanhai felt as if a handful of ice shards had been forcefully stuffed into his chest, making him feel cold and tight.

Then another surge of fire rushed from my chest to my forehead.

On what grounds?

Why is it that Zhao Shanhe, after leaving this family and this mess, is doing better and better, rising higher and higher, even managing to become the factory director of a place like the Red Star Factory?

And what about him?

He gritted his teeth and went to the city, wanting to report Zhao Shanhe, to turn his life around, and to crush Zhao Shanhe back into the mud.

As it turned out, Zhao Shanhe didn't fall; instead, he himself was dragged into this shady, underhanded operation, becoming a dog who set people up and trapped.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shanhai almost ground his back teeth to powder.

"Second brother!"

Scarface roared:

"What the hell's wrong with you? Say something! Why are you acting like this when you hear Zhao Shanhe's name? Who is he to you?"

The second brother's chest was heaving violently, his hands were still trembling, and his eyes behind his glasses were red.

He stared intently at Liang Jiajun on the ground, forcing out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"Zhao Shanhe is my brother."

The room fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

Scarface paused for two seconds, his eyes sweeping over the second brother's face as if looking at him seriously for the first time:

"Your brother?"

"Your brother's become the manager of a state-owned factory, how did you end up like this?"

These words were like a red-hot nail, driven into Zhao Shanhai's heart.

His face twitched violently, and he almost ground his back teeth to powder.

How did you end up like this?

He wanted to ask too.

On the day he went to the city, he was clearly going to report Zhao Shanhe, and he carried all the materials, letters of introduction, and travel expenses with him.

All he could think about was how to bring Zhao Shanhe down and how to make that peasant taste what it's like to never be able to turn his life around.

But as soon as they entered the city, their belongings were gone.

The money is gone, the letter is gone, and even the person has been blocked in the alley by these scoundrels.

Seeing that he was literate, could write, and could even speak a few words, they couldn't bear to kill him outright. Instead, they kept him around to keep accounts, guide the way, identify easy targets, and help set up schemes.

He did consider running.

He ran away once and got beaten; he ran away twice and got beaten again.

Later, they got hold of his weaknesses, his reputation was ruined, there was no way to go back, and no way to stay. That's how he gradually fell into this predicament.

I've ended up like this, living a miserable life that even I can't stand.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shanhai's Adam's apple bobbed, and the resentment in his eyes almost solidified:

"How did I end up like this?"

He stared at Liang Jiajun, then suddenly grinned, a smile devoid of any warmth:

"You'd have to ask Zhao Shanhe."

Scarface squinted and pondered for two seconds, then suddenly grinned, his face contorting into a wide grin.

"So that's what happened. You and your brother have a grudge, huh?"

He tucked the thick wooden stick under his arm, slowly pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, lit one, and exhaled a murky smoke ring.

"As the saying goes, even broken bones are still connected by tendons; how can brothers hold a grudge overnight?"

He walked up to Zhao Shanhai, raised his calloused hand, and patted Zhao Shanhai's shoulder heavily.

"Second brother, since he's your brother, I'll give him face out of respect for you."

"We can't let this flood wash away the Dragon King Temple's legacy. As long as your brother pays, I'll hand the person over to him. After all, the expert he hired at a high price must be worth a lot of money."

Upon hearing this, Liang Jiajun felt as if he had grasped a lifeline and nodded hurriedly, blood gushing from his nose.

"Yes! Yes!"

"Go find Zhao Shanhe! Get him here! He'll definitely take care of it! Money, money is no object!"

"no."

The room fell silent the moment those two words were uttered.

Scarface slowly turned his head to look at Zhao Shanhai.

Zhao Shanhai stood there, his eyes behind his glasses dark and gloomy, his lips taut and tightly pressed together.

"We can't give it to him."

"We can release anyone else, but we can't release this person."

Liang Jiajun's expression changed instantly. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but the scarred man had already narrowed his eyes:

"What's wrong?"

"Second brother, do you have other ideas?"

Zhao Shanhai's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He took a sudden step forward, gripping the fabric at the base of his thighs tightly with both hands.

"Brother, this guy surnamed Liang is Zhao Shanhe's prized protégé, his cash cow!"

"I don't care what technology Zhao Shanhe wants to exchange for this foreign devil, or what credit he wants to gain. Whatever Zhao Shanhe wants to achieve, I will make sure he fails!"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes behind his glasses burning red with extreme jealousy, and the flesh on his face twitching violently.

"He wants people? I won't give them to him! He wants money? I'll make him lose it all! He wants to be that glamorous Factory Director Zhao? I'll personally tear that skin off him and make him end up like me, rolling around in this stinking ditch!"

These words caused the air in the room to freeze.

Scarface stared at Zhao Shanhai for two seconds, the fake smile that had been on his lips gradually faded, and his eyes became as cold as knives.

"Second brother, have you forgotten your own last name?"

He spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground, then slammed the wooden stick heavily against the edge of the bed, causing Liang Jiajun on the floor to flinch as if he had been electrocuted.

"This is a business to make money, not a stage for you to piss and fight! Your brother is the factory director of Red Star Factory, a golden goose that lays eggs. What are you talking about with me about ruining things?"

Scarface suddenly took a step forward, raised the splintered wooden stick, and stabbed it hard into Zhao Shanhai's throat.

"Let me tell you, I'm after money. Anyone who gets in my way will be fired. Your family feud is nothing to me. If you dare ruin my money-making scheme, I'll be the first to put you in a hole!"

Scarface's voice was as cold as ice, and the two burly men in the room immediately fell silent, even the woman in the corner shrank back.

He pressed his penis firmly against Zhao Shanhai's throat until Zhao Shanhai's face turned purple from choking, then continued in a sinister manner.

"Remember your place, and your status. You're just a lackey who can write a few words. If you dare to stir up any more trouble and cause any more mutual destruction, I won't hesitate to dig another hole in this house. Understand?"

Zhao Shanhai clenched his fists tightly, the sense of humiliation and indignation making him almost grind his back teeth to powder.

But seeing the ruthless, murderous look on Scarface's face, his bones went limp instantly.

His chest heaved violently a few times, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out three words:

"Understood!"

Scarface snorted coldly, disdainfully retracted his wooden stick, and pulled the business card from his pocket, tossing it to the monkey guarding the door.

"Hey, take this thing and go keep watch in that dead-end alley behind the hotel. If that little bastard in the car comes back to pick someone up, just intercept him."

He turned his head and looked down at Liang Jiajun, who was sprawled in the urine stains.

"Tell him that the foreign expert from the Red Star Factory is here having tea with us guys, and that he shouldn't waste his time wandering around. If he wants the person, have Zhao Shanhe bring two thousand yuan in cash, and we'll talk at that abandoned brick and tile factory warehouse in the south of the city tomorrow at noon."