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

The entrance to Kaoshantun Village.

It was already afternoon, and the wind and snow had subsided slightly, but the chill in the air was even stronger.

Jin Wanfu did not return to the guesthouse. He stood next to the jeep, raising his wrist to look at the Rolex gold watch every few minutes.

His face was pale, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

There are less than twenty hours left until the deadline given by the doctor.

If we can't get the bear bile today, even if we fly back to Hong Kong tomorrow, it will be too late.

"Boss Jin, why don't you come inside and rest for a while? It's too cold outside," Song Weiguo suggested from the side.

"No." Jin Wanfu shook his head, his voice hoarse. "I'll wait here. If I don't get the life-saving medicine, I won't have the face to go back to see my father."

A crowd of villagers had gathered to watch the spectacle, and they were all whispering among themselves.

"Have you heard? Sun Dana led the militia into the mountains to hunt bears!"

"That's suicide! What's an Iron-Backed Bear? It's a mountain god! Boss Zhao went with them too, I think they're all going to die in there this time."

Just as everyone was discussing this, a few black dots finally appeared at the end of the white snow track in the distance.

"They're back! Someone's back!" a sharp-eyed villager shouted.

Jin Wanfu suddenly raised his head and, ignoring the bodyguards' attempts to stop him, stumbled forward to meet them.

Leading the way were several militiamen, their armor and weapons discarded, their faces filled with terror.

Their cotton-padded clothes were torn to shreds by tree branches, and some of them had even thrown away their guns. They looked like lonely ghosts who had just crawled out of the gates of hell.

Next up was Dana Sun.

This usually imposing supply and marketing cooperative director was now in a state of utter disarray.

His hat was gone, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and his thick military overcoat was covered in mud and pine needles.

What was most striking was that he walked with a limp, and his crotch area was frozen stiff, emitting an unpleasant stench.

And at the very back was a man covered in blood.

Zhao Shanhe's sheepskin coat was stained dark red with blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was his blood or animal blood.

His face was also covered in blood, with only a pair of frighteningly bright eyes showing.

He held the wounded Qinglong in his arms, with an empty Mauser pistol slung over his shoulder, his steps steady, like a killing god who had just emerged from a battlefield.

In this scene, the difference in strength is immediately apparent.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

"Director Sun...?" Song Weiguo called out tentatively.

Upon hearing human voices, Sun Dana's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the snow, bursting into tears: "Oh my god...it's terrifying...that's a monster...it's a monster!"

Jin Wanfu completely ignored Sun Dana. He rushed to Zhao Shanhe, trembling, his eyes fixed on the bulging cloth bag on Zhao Shanhe's chest, his voice shaking uncontrollably:

"Mr. Zhao... how... how is he?"

Zhao Shanhe stopped and handed the injured Qinglong to Lin Xiu, who came to greet him, giving his wife a reassuring look.

Then, he looked at Jin Wanfu and slowly put his hand into the cloth bag.

Everyone's breath stopped at that moment.

Zhao Shanhe took his hand out.

In his palm, he held a gallbladder the size of a fist, which shone with a dark green luster and a faint golden glow in the setting sun.

"I have successfully completed my mission."

Zhao Shanhe said calmly, "A thirty-year-old Ironback Bear with Golden Gallbladder."

"Thump!"

When Jin Wanfu, a Hong Kong tycoon worth tens of millions, saw the golden gall, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the snow in front of the entire village!

"Boss Jin!" The bodyguard was startled and quickly went to help him up.

"Don't move!" Jin Wanfu shouted sternly.

Tears streamed down his face as he trembled as he accepted the golden gall bladder, as if cradling the life of his own father. He kowtowed deeply to Zhao Shanhe.

"Mr. Zhao! You are a benefactor to the Jin family! A great benefactor!"

"Without this courage, my father would surely be dead. Jin Wanfu will never forget this kindness and virtue!"

This kneeling stunned the entire village.

This is a big boss from Hong Kong! He's a big shot who drives a car and lives in a mansion! How could he kneel down to Boss Zhao?

Zhao Shanhe remained calm and reached out to help Jin Wanfu up.

"Mr. Jin, you're too kind. I take people's money, so I'm obligated to solve their problems. It's a business transaction."

"Yes! A deal! And a promise!"

Jin Wanfu wiped away his tears, immediately turned around, took the suitcase from the bodyguard, and shoved it directly into Zhao Shanhe's arms.

"Mr. Zhao, here's a deposit of 15,000 yuan! The imported truck we agreed on will be shipped as soon as I return to Hong Kong! It will definitely be delivered to the county within half a month!"

Zhao Shanhe took the box and casually handed it to Lin Xiu behind him.

Lin Xiu was completely stunned as she held the box full of money, feeling as if she were dreaming.

"Money and cars are minor matters."

Zhao Shanhe looked at Jin Wanfu with sharp eyes: "Boss Jin, what about the other thing we agreed on before?"

"Here it is! Everything was ready!"

Jin Wanfu took out a neatly folded document from the inside pocket of his coat and handed it to Zhao Shanhe with both hands.

It was a red-headed document stamped with a bright red official seal, and it also had the dual approvals of the County Revolutionary Committee and the Foreign Trade Bureau.

Zhao Shanhe took the document, opened it, and glanced at it.

The document clearly states: "Approval for Appointing Comrade Zhao Shanhe as a Special Purchasing Specialist of the County Foreign Trade Bureau and Establishing a Designated Purchasing Station in Kaoshantun."

This is not just a piece of paper; it is a powerful weapon.

With this, Zhao Shanhe can now collect and sell mountain products as if he were acting on orders, which would generate foreign exchange for the country, and no one can interfere with that!

Zhao Shanhe nodded in satisfaction, folded the document, and put it in his pocket.

Then, he turned around and walked step by step to Sun Dana, who was still lying on the ground.

Sun Dana was completely terrified. He looked at the box of money, the golden gall bladder, and then at Zhao Shanhe's condescending gaze. The last shred of hope in his heart vanished.

"Director Sun." Zhao Shanhe took out the official document from his pocket and gently patted Sun Dana's greasy, fat face.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly."

"This is an official document from the county. From today onwards, the trade of mountain products in Kaoshan Village is under my jurisdiction."

"I call this 'creating foreign exchange for the country,' I call this 'special commissioner.' You can keep that 'speculation and profiteering' label for yourself."

Sun Dana shuddered, staring at the bright red official seal, his face ashen.

He knew he was finished.

The days of supply and marketing cooperatives monopolizing the area have come to an end.

From now on, Zhao Shanhe will be the true "local tyrant" of Kaoshantun.

"And one more thing." Zhao Shanhe put away the documents, took a step back in disgust, and covered his nose. "Go back and change your pants right now. This stench is making the whole village stink."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The surrounding villagers finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.

Amidst the jeers of the crowd, Sun Dana wished he could disappear into the ground. He scrambled to his feet, covered his face, and limped out of the crowd, fleeing like a stray dog.

As the sun set, Zhao Shanhe stood in front of a jeep, with a suitcase containing a huge sum of money behind him, his beautiful wife and children beside him, and a red-headed document leading to financial freedom in his hand.

At this moment, he was undoubtedly the king of this black soil.