Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Zhang Chao's face was filled with disbelief.

How could this be? How could Gangzi betray them?

If Qin Yang hadn't been there to stop him, he probably would have jumped through the window right then and there to angrily denounce Zhao Zhigang, the traitor.

Finally, footsteps sounded in the office, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Qin Yang skillfully pushed open the window and jumped in first, with Zhang Chao following, his face full of anger.

"Yangzi, I didn't expect Gangzi to betray us. I'll never consider him a friend again! I really want to beat him up to vent my anger!"

"Chaozi, do you remember the movie 'The Gunshots of the Security Bureau' we watched last month?"

Zhang Chao nodded.

"We already know that Gangzi is a traitor, but we can't expose him yet. We need to be like the underground party worker Liu Xiaochen, using our wits and courage to fight against the Security Bureau's secret agents, and continue to battle Gangzi."

As Qin Yang spoke, he surveyed the office.

Against the wall were two rows of filing cabinets, all locked. A man-made leather briefcase hung on the lock of one of the filing cabinets.

Next to the filing cabinets was a desk and a chair. Some documents were on the desk, along with an enamel mug that looked like it had been used for a long time, with the white glaze somewhat yellowed.

Opposite the filing cabinets were two single sofas, separated by a coffee table. On the coffee table was a tray with a thermos and several glass water glasses, and a tea bag with a picture of the Old Man of the South Pole, the opening sealed with a clip.

Behind the door was a washbasin stand with a washbasin, towel, and soap, among other things.

"Okay. Yangzi, what do we do next?"

"Leave a load of 'rice soup' in his briefcase."

Qin Yang took the briefcase from the filing cabinet and casually placed the documents inside onto a pile of files on the desk.

In this era, wearing a Zhongshan suit and carrying a man-made leather briefcase definitely meant you were a leader.

Huh, there's a persimmon in there? Is this Yang Zhaoxiang a foodie too? Qin Yang unhesitatingly put the persimmon into his pocket.

"Okay."

Zhang Chao was definitely a qualified 'rice soup' making machine. He loosened his belt, put the briefcase behind his buttocks, and the yellow and white substance fell down.

Qin Yang picked up the enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" written on it, opened the lid, and saw half a cup of tea inside.

Hmph, let me add some more ingredients for you! Qin Yang unbuckled his belt, put the cup between his legs, and a stream of clear liquid flowed straight down.

The enamel mug was placed back on the table, the lid fastened, and the man-made leather briefcase was zipped up and re-hung on the handle of the filing cabinet. Qin Yang looked around with satisfaction, then his gaze settled on the thermos.

"Chaozi, have you been feeling any internal heat these days?"

"No."

"Add some ingredients to that thermos!"

"Okay, I guarantee the color will be right!"

Footsteps came from the corridor.

"Let's go!"

Yang Zhaoxiang was a little annoyed.

"Maybe Qin Yang and the others were scared off."

Mu Guijin also came in, and when he heard the reproach in Yang Zhaoxiang's words, he immediately spoke up to exonerate his nephew.

"I'll go scout around and see what Qin Yang and Zhang Chao are doing. Maybe they took too long in the latrine and haven't come over yet."

Zhao Zhigang said as he walked outside.

"Well, don't be so impatient. We'll go down after they've ambushed us."

Yang Zhaoxiang said, sitting back in his chair, picking up his water cup, and gulping it down.

He was indeed thirsty, drinking in large gulps. But for some reason, the taste was weird?

Wow!

It was his stomach that reacted first, unable to bear the foul-smelling liquid flowing in, and he vomited out everything he had eaten that morning. The table and the floor were covered in it, and a foul smell filled the air.

Clang... The cup also fell onto the table, and the remaining water flowed down, wetting a pile of documents.

"Be careful!"

Mu Guijin quickly stepped forward to support Yang Zhaoxiang. His gaze turned to the cup. Although the water inside was also the color of tea, the taste was very strong.

What's going on?

"Quick, pour me a glass of water!"

Yang Zhaoxiang's stomach felt uncomfortable, and he needed a drink of good water.

"Okay, Factory Director Yang, please wait a moment."

Mu Guijin quickly went to get the thermos and poured water with the water glass next to it.

No, it's a bit hot! He quickly picked up another water glass and poured it back and forth between the two glasses, and the water cooled down.

"Factory Director Yang, here's your water."

Taking the cup from Mu Guijin, Yang Zhaoxiang quickly poured it into his mouth. The water temperature was just right, neither cold nor hot.

Wait, did the taste seem a bit off?

Wow...

Yang Zhaoxiang vomited again.

He had already vomited everything in his stomach, and now he was vomiting for the second time. There was nothing left to vomit, it was all bitter, and even the bile had been vomited out!

Yang Zhaoxiang only felt a little dizzy and his body a little weak. His gaze was fixed on the thermos. Obviously, the person who came to make trouble had not only tampered with his water cup, but also with his thermos!

"Damn, damn it, if I catch him, I will definitely beat him to death!"

The smiling tiger Yang Zhaoxiang was truly enraged.

To think that he, a dignified deputy factory director in charge of personnel, held a high position and great power. Usually, which worker wouldn't nod and bow when they saw him? When had he ever been tricked like this!

The room was filled with a foul odor.

"Factory Director Yang, Factory Director Yang, Factory Director Zhu is calling you to a meeting..."

Meng Fansheng, the clerk from the factory's dispatch room, knocked on the door and was immediately stunned by the scene inside. He opened his big mouth and asked, "Factory Director Yang, are you not feeling well today?"

"Well, I'm not feeling well, I won't attend today's meeting."

Yang Zhaoxiang said, "Section Chief Mu, take the documents from my briefcase and attend the meeting in my place..."

"Okay, Factory Director Yang, don't worry, I will definitely teach those little bastards a lesson..."

Mu Guijin's words were stopped by Yang Zhaoxiang's eyes. There were outsiders present! They had suffered such a big loss, but they couldn't publicize it!

Otherwise, where would the factory director's prestige be?

Mu Guijin quickly shut his mouth and reached for Yang Zhaoxiang's briefcase.

If Yang Zhaoxiang hadn't vomited just now, the smell in the room would have already been very strong. He should have been able to detect the problem in the briefcase. If they had been calm when they came in just now, they would still have been able to smell the odor in the air. Unfortunately, everything happened too quickly, and they couldn't react at all.

Mu Guijin opened the zipper and reached in to get the documents. Who would have thought that he would grab something soft and sticky.

It seemed like a rotten persimmon? Mu Guijin looked towards the windowsill. The persimmon that was originally placed there was gone.

"Factory Director Yang, there are no documents in this bag, only a..."

Mu Guijin pulled out his hand, wanting to go to the washbasin by the door to wash it.

"Section Chief Mu, you... wow..."

Meng Fansheng looked at the yellow and white substance on Mu Guijin's hand and couldn't help it. He vomited with a "wow!"

"Xiao Meng, don't misunderstand, there's a persimmon in this bag that I crushed."

Mu Guijin was eager to cover up, "It's not what you think."

Mu Guijin said, putting one of his fingers in his mouth and licking it.

There was no sweet taste of persimmon, only a unique bitter taste. It was definitely not the taste of food!

Mu Guijin suddenly realized and brought his finger close to his nose. In fact, even without bringing it close to his nose, the strong smell was already stimulating his nose. This was definitely not a persimmon, but 'rice soup'!

Wow... Mu Guijin also vomited.

Even though he had experienced many storms in the Security Section, the things in front of him had completely exceeded his ability to bear it.

"Damn it, Qin Yang, that bastard, I'm going to kill him! Someone, Security Section, assemble for me!"

Mu Guijin didn't have the kind of composure that Yang Zhaoxiang had. Being tricked like this, he absolutely had to retaliate!

Meng Fansheng left covering his mouth and nose. In less than half an hour, almost everyone in the factory knew about it.