Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

The iron gate rattled, and the alert gatekeeper opened his eyes: "Where is anyone? Is anyone here?"

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Even without seeing the person clearly, the fact that the other person was grabbing the iron gate and shaking it around was enough to annoy the gatekeeper.

What kind of place is this? Running to a government factory in the middle of the night to cause trouble? Do you want to go to jail?

"Hey, the restructuring office, open the door," a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist said in a deep voice at the door.

The moment the gatekeeper heard the words "Restructuring Office," he trembled with fear.

The leader had previously instructed that outsiders must not be allowed to come in.

Unexpectedly, the restructuring office knocked on my door that night. "Why am I so unlucky? Couldn't they have come at a different time?"

I had just been on duty when the personnel reform office came knocking on my door. How unlucky!

Upon closer inspection of the person, whose tall and imposing presence made the gatekeeper lower his voice slightly: "Well, sir, I can't make that decision!"

“This isn’t a private place. Everything needs the factory leaders’ approval. I wouldn’t dare let you in even if I wanted to.”

The big guy seemed to be angered by his refusal, and he slammed his fist on the door, causing the iron door to rattle and crash.

"I don't know what the restructuring office does. Factory leaders, we need the factory leaders' approval to do things. Does the restructuring office also have to let the factory leaders set the rules?"

The gatekeeper gave a wry smile and shook his head, saying, "Anyway, I definitely can't open this gate without the factory leaders' permission."

While the two were arguing, the factory's security patrol arrived.

"Uncle, what happened?"

"The restructuring office came and told me to open the door."

"Why open the door? Nobody opens it without the factory leader's approval. Let's go, let's go."

The security department wasn't as polite as the gatekeepers; they came up and tried to kick people out.

"Who are you? How dare you talk to me like that?"

The big guy kicked the iron gate, and the bolt trembled twice.

This infuriated the security department, who went up, unlatched the door, and started yelling, "You idiot, you think you're so tough now, huh?"

"Come on, give me another kick, you little brat!"

A conflict was imminent in front of Factory No. 18.

Outside the factory's back wall, several muscular men, with the help of their companions, were...

With a running start, he stepped onto the footrests, climbed onto the shoulders, and pulled upwards with force, firmly gripping the top of the outer wall with both hands.

The glass shards that were fixed with cement on top have just been cleaned up with an iron rod.

There were still some left, but they couldn't pierce through the man's double gloves.

Standing on the top of the outer wall, reaching down, the companion who had lifted him up earlier took a running start and sprinted down the wall, his feet pushing off the wall several times to grab the outstretched hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two groups of people disappeared on the wall.

In front of the factory gate, the big guy and his men were still shoving each other with the security guards.

The timely arrival of the security team leader prevented a potential armed conflict.

“We are from the factory’s security department, and we have to follow the factory’s arrangements. Unless you can produce official documents, you definitely won’t be able to get in.”

"Why don't you go back and ask your supervisor for instructions, and then come back with the documents?"

"Without the documents, it definitely won't work. We're all comrades, let's not make things difficult for each other."

The head of the security department was very polite and his arguments were so reasonable that you couldn't find any fault with him.

It's not that people won't let you in, but there are rules to follow.

Even if you're in the restructuring office, it's not like you can just get into a factory whenever you want.

And what are you going to do in the factory in the middle of the night?

To put it bluntly, if these people put something in there or deliberately cause damage, who can take responsibility if something happens?

The security department doesn't care how the factory fights with the restructuring office.

Anyway, we'll just follow the rules. Either we'll get the factory leaders to give instructions, or we'll get the documents.

The big guy seemed unwilling to give up and kept arguing with the other party.

Not long after, the sound of a bicycle bell came from behind: "What's going on? What are you making a racket in the middle of the night?"

Director Mo got out of the car, his legs trembling.

He was so anxious the whole way that his legs were like motors, and he didn't dare to rest for even a second.

He answered the phone and made it to the destination in just 5 minutes, a journey that would normally take 15 minutes.

When he got home today, he felt his right eyelid twitching.

He posted three notes, but it didn't work. His wife scolded him, saying, "You're talking nonsense. This is feudal superstition."

Director Mo also thought it was 'feudal superstition,' but sure enough, the phone rang right after he fell asleep.

Why would the restructuring office send people to search the factory in the middle of the night? What are they trying to do?

Is this a surprise attack, or is there something malicious going on?!

The thought of the 30 boxes of 'scrap' still sitting in the factory filled Director Mo with dread!

If something goes wrong, it won't just involve Factory No. 18.

Above...

Director Mo, who was behind him, didn't dare to think about it. He stood in front of the factory gate with his trembling legs and parked his bicycle across the entrance to block the way.

"What's going on? How is your restructuring office operating?"

"What do you think this place is? What do you take your comrades for, enemy agents?"

"Launching a surprise attack in the middle of the night? Where's your leader? Huh!"

The big guy muttered a few words to himself, but Director Mo couldn't hear what he said.

But seeing that he opened his mouth and was standing at the head, he must be some kind of leader.

“What is your position? I’m going to complain to your Director Yang. This is a serious violation of discipline.”

"Even if it's the restructuring office, they still have to follow the rules and procedures. What are you trying to do in the middle of the night?!"

Director Mo felt a surge of anxiety, and his aura suddenly intensified.

Pointing at the individuals from the restructuring office, he criticized them one by one, becoming more and more confident with each criticism.

"Fine, let's see how long you can hide. Let's go."

The big guy seemed to have reached his limit, clenched his fist, turned around and left.

"Don't you dare leave! You think you can get away with it by leaving? Let me tell you, I'm definitely going to the restructuring office to file a complaint tomorrow."

Watching the departing figure, Director Mo stood with his hands on his hips, shouting aggressively, as if he wished he could grow wings and fly into the sky.

So comfortable, so very comfortable!

What can the restructuring office do? They still managed to shut him down.

As long as we're in the right, in our little corner of Guanzhong, no matter who you are, you'll have to grovel.

I, Lao Mo, have really made a scene this time. Next time we're drinking, I'll definitely give them a good talking to.

"Boss, boss!" An anxious shout suddenly came from inside the factory, and a member of the security department rushed over.

He grabbed the captain's arm, panting, and said, "Boss, the warehouse, the warehouse...it's been stolen."

Chapter 419 A Powerful Entry, Let's Just Kill Them

The warehouse was robbed?

Director Mo didn't realize what was going on until the team leader asked what was missing from the warehouse.

Director Mo's head was buzzing wildly; he was completely dumbfounded.

"Which warehouse? Which one?" Director Mo grabbed the security guard, his face looking like he wanted to kill him.

"The innermost one, the old, old warehouse," the guard replied, swallowing hard.

thump~

Director Mo, who was already exhausted, could no longer support his round body.

Her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, muttering as if her mother had died, "It's all over, everything is over."

No wonder they came to our door in the middle of the night; it turns out they never intended to work in the factory in the first place.

He did this to attract the attention of the patrolling security team, making it easier for the people behind to steal from Dongxi!

Stealing is, of course, wrong.

But that depends on the situation. Compared to how it came about, Dongxi falling into the other party's hands is the real problem.

Besides, who can prove that the other party stole it?

If you want the other party to explain how Dongxi came to be, fine, first explain the box and the contents of it.

That's exactly what Yang Jianguo did. "Dongxi was given to me by someone, but I can't say who, to ensure their safety."

"Besides, what's more important now is figuring out what's going on with this box and the goods inside, right?"

The boxes of defective products marked 'scrap' clearly bear the name of Textile Factory No. 18.

The outer seals and packaging are also solid evidence.

But when it was opened in front of everyone, what was taken out were brand new, high-quality cashmere, down, and cotton.

These are all top-quality products, made from the finest ingredients.

There were also some limited-edition, rare, and precious materials that were filled into these boxes marked with blue 'scrap' stamps.

It's all laid out clearly and plainly before us.

Who can explain this? Who can explain it clearly?!

"It seems no one can explain this. We need to move into Factory No. 18 immediately."

"In addition, we will also send people to the other ten factories to conduct detailed investigations and evaluations."

At this point, both the logic and the initiative were in Yang Jianguo's hands.

No one could directly refute it, but someone still asked persistently, "Where did all these people come from?"

"Whether there are enough people or not is a matter for my restructuring office, so the secretary-general need not worry about it."

Yang Jianguo led his men out of the conference room, and before they even left the office building, he instructed Tang Youshui: "Notify our people to enter the factory immediately."

"I'll go right now." Tang Youshui said confidently, feeling an indescribable pride.

The boss is indeed the boss; no wonder he was so confident before.

It turns out that everything had been arranged in advance, just waiting for the arrival of the comrades from the Capital Restructuring Office.

Take the initiative and break down the barriers set up by the other side.

The boss is amazing!

Yang Jianguo was unaware of Tang Youshui's admiration, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

Not to brag, but he has a lot of admirers.

Over the years, Yang Jianguo has truly gotten used to it and doesn't care about having a little fanboy like him.

After getting into the car at the door, Yang Jianguo instructed Xiao Duan to drive to the office.

"Zhang Yu, can you contact Wang Wu now?"

"what happened?"

Seeing that he went straight for Wang Wu as soon as he entered, Zhang Yu felt a surge of anxiety, thinking that something terrible was about to happen.

"I want to ask Haofeng Trading to help me take control of its management."

Hearing that it was for this reason, Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll contact them now."