The soul traveled through Qi Tongwei and ruined Liang Ping's dream of living a comfortable life

In the timber factory office, Li Wentian was thinking hard, "Did Qi Tongwei discover something? Otherwise, why would he come to the factory to investigate for no reason?"

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Li Wentian called Ma Jun to discuss what to do.

"Mr. Li, that shouldn't be the case... I think Qi Tongwei is just new here and wants to show off his power. Once Secretary Huang takes action, he will naturally know what to do."

Li Wentian waved his hand and said, "No, I think it's not that simple."

"You know, everyone knows that this is Secretary Huang's business. Over the past three years, the officials from Xinyue have dared to come here for inspection. Qi Tongwei is the only one who dares to do so."

"Behind this...I'm afraid it involves a struggle at a higher level."

Ma Jun was confused and couldn't keep up with Li Wentian's pace for a while.

"Ma Jun, please tell the brothers to stop and move the things out as soon as possible, to avoid any more troubles at night."

"This……"

Ma Jun looked embarrassed. "Boss Li, we are just one step away from the last batch of goods. This is three million. The Vietnamese are pressing us very hard. Why don't we finish this batch and then leave? Anyway, there is no rush, right?"

When Li Wentian heard the three million, he hesitated. "How long will it take to get the last batch of goods finished?"

"If we work overtime, it will only take three days," Ma Jun assured, patting his chest.

"Hmm..." Li Wentian thought for a while, and finally agreed with Ma Jun's suggestion, "Okay, you must use the fastest speed, don't delay, this is a time bomb!"

Ma Jun said seriously, "Okay, Mr. Li, I understand." Just as he was about to leave, Li Wentian called Ma Jun again.

"Go hire some more workers to do a better job on the surface of the wood, otherwise it will be difficult to conceal it. Remember, the base must be clean."

Ma Jun nodded and said, "That's a good idea. Don't worry, Mr. Li. I understand."

"Um……"

……

The sky was turning pale, and it was a new day.

The next morning, Ma Jun sent people to post notices on the street that the lumber mill was recruiting workers, offering food and accommodation for 500 yuan a month.

Nowadays, most people are farmers who can hardly earn much money throughout the year. When they hear that the lumber mill is recruiting workers and that it will not only provide food and accommodation but also pay them, they immediately rush to the lumber mill to apply for the jobs.

Li Yuannian was eating breakfast on the street. When he heard that the sawmill was recruiting workers, he immediately returned to the office.

"Director Zhao, this lumber mill is hiring now. This is a great opportunity to get in."

Zhao Donglai stood up immediately after hearing this and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"It's true, Chief, I just saw it with my own eyes. If you don't believe me, just look," Li Yuannian pointed to an alley opposite where a group of people gathered.

Zhao Donglai looked over and thought so. "Li Yuannian, then you should change your clothes immediately and go to apply for the job. You must not miss it."

"Yes"

Li Yuannian responded and ran out quickly. He returned to the dormitory, hurriedly took off his police uniform, changed into a set of tattered casual clothes, and ran towards the sawmill.

The sawmill was about two kilometers away from the town, but this distance was nothing to Li Yuannian, a police academy student. About ten minutes later, Li Yuannian ran to the gate of the sawmill.

The entrance was already crowded with people at this time, and a young man named Ma Jun was selecting things at the entrance.

"You, can't," the younger brother said, pointing at a tattooed man.

"Why?" The tattooed man looked at the yellow-haired man in confusion, "You also have a tattoo, why can't I?"

"Humph," the yellow-haired man sneered, "I said you can't do it, and if you keep talking nonsense, I'll break your legs."

Seeing that the yellow-haired man was angry, the tattooed man didn't dare to argue anymore and retreated outside the crowd.

The yellow-haired man looked at everyone again. He let in anyone who looked like a laborer. He rejected those who were too old or too young. He also rejected those with tattoos or dyed hair.

Because Ma Jun had instructed that they should look for honest people, and anyone who had common characteristics with them would be rejected.

This is also why Ma Jun asked Huangmao to be responsible for recruiting workers, because he has tattoos, dyed hair, and looks nonchalant all day long, which is perfect for comparison.

Huang Mao always remembered what Ma Jun said to him, "The main thing is to get rid of those who have even a little bit of common characteristics with you."

Adhering to this principle, the ruffians who usually hang out with Huangmao had their hopes of entering the sawmill dashed.

Li Yuannian had a keen observation ability and saw through Huangmao's recruitment characteristics at a glance.

Then he took two pieces of mud from the soil nearby and applied them on his face, then put some on his clothes and pants, and finally put his shoes in and stepped on them. He looked like he had just come out of the fields.

Seeing that there were only a few spots left, Li Yuannian rushed over and said, "I, I, I am not afraid of hardship. I have plenty of strength. I don't want money, I just want to have enough to eat."

"Ok?"

Huang Mao looked at Li Yuannian. His body was covered in mud and his clothes were tattered. He was obviously a congenital hard laborer. Most importantly, he didn't want money...

The yellow-haired man suddenly had an idea. Since he doesn't want it, then I will take it... "Hey, it's you. You have a good body and muscles. You must be a martial artist."

"Hehe," Li Yuannian smiled, "Brother Huangmao, I learned all this through hard work, I don't have any kung fu."

"What did you call me?" The yellow-haired man stared at Li Yuannian.

"Huang...Brother Huangmao," Li Yuannian said timidly when he saw Huangmao's expression. It was not that he was afraid of him, but he was afraid that his plan to enter the sawmill would fail.

Huang Mao punched Li Yuannian twice and said, "From now on, call me Third Brother. What's the point of calling me Huang Mao? You are the one who should be called Huang Mao. Your whole family should be called Huang Mao."

Li Yuannian chuckled, not feeling any strength from the yellow-haired guy, as if he was being tickled. The yellow-haired guy usually went to nightclubs and KTVs, his body had long been ruined by alcohol and sex. Now he looked like a walking corpse, with no strength left.

"Okay, Third Brother, please take good care of me in the future. I don't want any wages. I'll give you my share. I just want to have enough food to eat."

"Hehe, not bad, you are quite smart." Huang Mao patted Li Yuannian on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, kid, I will protect you in there and make sure you have delicious fish and meat for every meal."

"Okay, okay, thank you then, Third Brother," Li Yuannian pretended to be very grateful, bending down and nodding.

"Okay, come in, change your clothes, eat and then start working."

"Okay, okay," Li Yuannian quickly followed the team in.

Huangmao finally picked a few farmers who looked honest and simple and ended the recruitment.

Facing the crowd who were still unwilling to give in, Huang Mao cursed impatiently, "You bumpkins, get out of here right now. I said you are not in compliance with the rules, so why are you talking so much nonsense? If anyone talks nonsense again, I will tear your mouth to pieces."

Huangmao was a gangster after all, and everyone couldn't stand him, so they had to leave in disappointment.