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

As soon as those words were spoken, it felt as if the air in the entire courtyard had been sucked out.

First, there was deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding area erupted in chaos.

"What the hell?!"

"He snuggled up to someone else's wife in bed?!"

"Holy crap, this is..."

Several workers who had been watching the commotion with their hands tucked in their sleeves now stared wide-eyed, exchanging glances with expressions that were more fascinating than the last.

Zhu Zi's mouth was agape, and he couldn't close it for a long time, his face turning bright red.

Ma Jianmin swallowed hard, as if he had heard some earth-shattering scandal.

Liang Tiejun stood there, his face first stiffening, then gradually turning pale, until even his cheeks tensed up, and the thin, long tobacco stick in his hand almost snapped in two.

Zhang Dafa's eyelids twitched suddenly, and his hands clenched tightly in his sleeves. He couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Wang Daikui was stunned for a moment, then his dark face turned bright red. He raised his hand and slapped his thigh hard, cursing loudly:

"Fuck your mother's ass!"

"I knew this fake foreigner was no good! He acts all respectable in the factory during the day, but at night he can't control himself! He goes to places like the Red House to sleep with other men's wives, how can he be so promiscuous?!"

"Expert, my foot! More like an expert who specializes in sneaking into women's beds!"

These few words were so shocking that several workers in the yard couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After the laughter subsided, the atmosphere became somewhat strange. Everyone looked at each other, and no one said a word.

Everyone understood that although this man surnamed Liang was not from the Red Star Factory, he was a foreign expert whom Director Li of the city had gone to great lengths to invite.

These days, Deputy Factory Director Wang and Factory Director Liang have been offering cigarettes and flattering this "living Buddha" to him, swallowing their pride in order to get this Mr. Liang to utter a few more technical words and get those expensive German machines running.

To make matters worse, this "living Buddha" turned around and crawled into someone else's wife's bed, and was even detained on the spot.

So embarrassing.

Hearing the surrounding workers' laughter and Wang Daikui's foul language, Akang's face turned green, and he was so anxious he was jumping up and down:

"You're talking nonsense! You're spouting rubbish! Mr. Liang has been framed!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, his face turning bright red, pointing his finger at Xiao Wang's nose:

"How could he possibly be interested in such a country bumpkin? That kind of rustic, unsophisticated rural woman isn't even worthy of carrying Mr. Liang's shoes! It must be that slut deliberately seducing him, or those bunch of country bumpkins deliberately setting a trap for Mr. Liang—"

"Shut up!"

Zhang Dafa suddenly shouted, his voice so loud that A Kang trembled all over.

He took half a step forward with a dark expression, his eyes already blazing with anger, and then raised his hand to deliver a powerful slap to the face.

Snapped!

Ah Kang was so hit that he spun halfway around on the spot, crashing into the car door, covering his face in complete shock.

Zhang Dafa took a step forward, his spittle almost spraying into A Kang's eyes:

"Listen to me carefully, what kind of place is the Red House? It's the most notorious brothel in the whole county! It's a den of iniquity, a rat hole where old bachelors and vagrants can vent their lust! Every woman in there wears two inches of cheap lead powder on her face, and her breath smells like garlic!"

"He's a PhD who just returned from France, wearing a suit that costs thousands of dollars, going there in the middle of the night instead of sleeping. Is he going to lecture those streetwalkers about French history? Or is he going to preach and give them his 'treasury'?!"

"He's blinded by greed, his brains burned out by lust! In our area, sleeping with someone else's wife is a blood feud! It's a crime punishable by being forced to drink latrines, paraded through the streets, and have your legs broken! He's already ripped off his own face and thrown it into a chamber pot, and you still have the nerve to argue with me about your status?"

Ah Kang shrank back, his lips trembling, and covered his face tightly, not daring to utter another sound.

"Old Zhang, don't get worked up over this kind of scum."

Zhao Shanhe finally spoke, his voice so calm it was unsettling.

He took two steps forward and stopped in front of Xiao Wang: "Xiao Wang, what else did that person say to you? Did they leave a message or anything?"

Xiao Wang wiped the cold sweat from his face and quickly pulled a crumpled cigarette pack paper from his pocket.

"Yes! The acquaintance who stopped me said that when that group of people left, they threw this piece of paper on the ground, saying it was for...for the leader to see."

Zhao Shanhe took the paper.

By the light of the car headlights, I could see a few crooked pencil words written on it:

"If you want him, bring two thousand yuan to the abandoned brick and tile factory in the south of the city at noon tomorrow. If you dare to call the police, you can expect to collect this foreign devil's corpse."

Two thousand yuan!

A series of soft gasps rose from the surroundings.

These days, two thousand yuan can buy half a street of old storefronts; that's a bundle of ten-thousand-yuan bills that could crush a person to death.

Zhao Shanhe looked at those words, a strange light flashing in his eyes. The handwriting was messy, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

He slowly turned his head to look at Ah Kang: "Are you paying for Mr. Liang's two thousand yuan, or is he paying it himself?"

Upon hearing the amount of two thousand yuan, Ah Kang's face turned as green as a bitter gourd: "This...this, where would I get that much money? Mr. Liang's money is all in the bank, and I can't withdraw it..."

"Then let him die there."

Zhao Shanhe casually stuffed the note into his pocket.

"Director Zhao! You can't just stand by and watch someone die!" Ah Kang shouted in a shrill voice.

"Save them? How?"

Wang Daikui sneered repeatedly from the side: "For a piece of trash caught soliciting prostitutes, the factory is going to pay two thousand yuan to bail her out? Factory Director Zhao, if you really dare to ask that, I, Wang Daikui, will be the first to object! This money is everyone's hard-earned money, not money to clean up the mess of this kind of scum!"

"Exactly! Why should we save him!"

"Let him die in the red house; keeping someone like that in the factory is just a menace!"

The surrounding workers were furious, spitting as they spoke.

Zhao Shanhe stood still, without saying a word.

Once the anger and mockery in the courtyard had subsided, he raised his hand and pressed it down.

The movement was minor.

The previously chaotic noise in the courtyard suddenly stopped, as if someone had been slashed in the face.

Zhao Shanhe then spoke, his voice not loud, but chillingly firm:

"Have you finished shouting?"

No one uttered a sound. Looking at Zhao Shanhe's expressionless face, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Shanhe's gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on A Kang's pale face.

"We need to bring him back."

"But we're not using the money from the Red Star Factory to fill this hole."

"It's certainly not about letting someone take a tattered piece of paper and ride on your head to defecate."

The moment those words were spoken, the expressions on the faces of the workers in the yard changed instantly.

Originally, everyone felt aggrieved for standing up for a prostitute expert, but upon hearing Zhao Shanhe's words, their ruthless desire to protect the factory was immediately stirred up.

Wang Daikui's chest heaved twice, his previous angry outburst turning into a hardened, menacing aura:

"Yeah! They want to treat our factory like a lamb to the slaughter? Dream on!"

Zhao Shanhe didn't respond to that, but instead turned his head and shouted in a deep voice towards the outside of the courtyard:

"Erga Zi!"

Just seconds after that shout, a figure darted out from the thick shadow at the courtyard gate.

"elder brother!"

Erga ran very fast, with bits of snow still clinging to his shoulders, indicating he had been hiding nearby and hadn't gone far. His eyes were bright and anxious.

"Go and call Da Niu and Da Zhuang here."

"Go to the security office and bring out all the usable equipment."

"Bring rifles, iron bars, anything that can draw blood."

Upon hearing this, Erga's eyes lit up. Without even asking "why," he turned and ran towards the backyard of the security office.

The workers in the yard were initially silent, but then they all suddenly sprang into action, their emotions completely ignited.

"I'm going too! Damn it, they're bullying us on our doorstep!"

"Count me in! I know that area in the south of the city like the back of my hand!"

Ma Jianmin also took a step forward, his face ashen. Old Xu slammed his pipe against the corner of the wall and said in a muffled voice:

"I'll go too. I know those rat trails in the abandoned brick kiln in the south of the city."

Seeing this commotion, Zhang Dafa knew he had to follow orders, so he immediately pressed forward with a stern face.

"Stop fighting! Whoever Factory Manager Zhao points to, that's who goes!"

Zhao Shanhe looked around, said nothing unnecessary, and tapped his finger a few times:

"Da Niu, Da Zhuang, Jian Min, Er Ga Zi, come with me."

"Old Zhang, you sit in front and lead the way."

"Old Xu is providing support to the car behind."

"The rest of you stay in the factory, and no one is allowed to spread a single word about it!"

Liang Tiejun realized what was happening at this moment. Being cautious, he stepped forward and whispered a reminder:

"Shanhe, should we inform the department about this beforehand? Just in case the other side has something powerful..."

Zhao Shanhe shook his head, his eyes as still as two stagnant pools:

"Don't alarm them yet. They still have him in their hands. If we alert them, that foreign devil will really be dead."

"Go over there first to find out the way, and then make your move."

After saying that, he yanked open the car door and turned to look at Xiao Wang, who was already terrified.

"Xiao Wang, you don't need to come along."

Zhao Shanhe glanced at his still trembling legs and softened his voice slightly: "Go back to your dorm, wash your face, and get some sleep. This is none of your business."

"No! Director Zhao, I have to go!"

Xiao Wang suddenly jolted awake, his originally pale face turning bright red, and he shook his head like a rattle drum.

He took a step forward, gripping his sweaty sleeve tightly.

"Mr. Liang... I was responsible for picking him up and dropping him off. He disappeared right under my nose. If I backed down now, would I even be human?"

Zhao Shanhe stared at him for two seconds, then said nothing more and gestured with his chin toward the back seat.

"Get in the car."

Xiao Wang nodded hurriedly and scrambled into the back seat of the jeep.

Seeing that these people were looking menacing and about to get serious, Ah Kang immediately tried to squeeze towards the jeep, anxiously saying, "I'll go too! What if something happens to Mr. Liang..."

"You stay."

Zhao Shanhe didn't even turn his head, his voice as cold as ice: "Your going will only cause trouble."

A-Kang froze, his face turning extremely pale, but looking at Zhao Shanhe's cold back of the head, he didn't dare to utter another word.

At this moment, Ergaizi had already brought out the weapon with his men.

There were several heavy shovel handles, polished crowbars, and two Type 56 semi-automatic rifles that the security department usually kept at the bottom of its shelving.

Da Niu, carrying his weapon, his face twitching with bulging fat, said, "Brother, is that enough? If not, I'll go dig out that spearhead!"

Zhao Shanhe glanced around and said indifferently:

"That's enough. Go and keep an eye on them first. If they really dare to cause trouble, then we'll deal with them."

These words immediately brought the menacing aura in the courtyard to its peak.

The workers stood in the cold wind, watching the group surge onto the truck, their eyes gleaming with rage.

Zhao Shanhe pulled his hat down one last time, his hand on the car door, his voice not loud, but clear to everyone in the yard:

"Remember, the person was lost under the name of the Red Star Factory."

"We need to get our hands on the territory back under the name of the Red Star Factory."

After saying that, he lowered his head and climbed into the driver's seat.

The car door slammed shut.

The next second, the Jeep jolted violently, its engine roared furiously, and its headlights, like two gleaming guillotines, cleaved through the darkness of the yard and sped straight out of the factory gate.

Old Shanghai followed closely behind, its tires rolling over the frozen mud, kicking up a patch of dry, frost.

The people in the courtyard stood in the cold wind, watching the two cars rush into the night one after the other, and remained motionless for a long time.