PFC Chapter 543 Blocked his way
Chapter 543 Blocked his way
Seeing the situation was turning bad, the bespectacled man gave his subordinate a wink: "Let's go!"
The group hurriedly got into the car and drove off quickly.
Even after the fake inspection team left, Li Xiangyang didn't feel relieved. This meant that someone was indeed targeting them in secret, and their methods were quite sophisticated.
"Brother Xiangyang, who exactly are these people?" Wang Ergou asked, frowning.
"No matter who they are, if they dare to cause trouble here, we have to teach them a lesson." Although Ma Qingfu was quite frightened earlier, he was now furious.
Li Xiangyang waved his hand: "Fatty, don't rush. This matter needs careful consideration."
He turned to Grandpa Zhang: "Grandpa Zhang, thank you for your trouble."
"Of course, of course." Old Master Zhang waved his hand. "Xiangyang, I think these people are up to no good, you'd better be careful."
"Understood, Grandpa Zhang." Li Xiangyang nodded. "Ergou, you go back first. The factory is open as usual today. Fatty, come with me, we need to discuss something."
Once inside the office, Li Xiangyang closed the door and said to Ma Qingfu, "Fatty, I suspect someone wants to ruin us."
“That’s what I think too.” Ma Qingfu sat down. “Xiangyang, do you think it’s possible that those big factories are jealous of our good business?”
"Possibly." Li Xiangyang paced back and forth in the room. "But the key now is to figure out their background. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle."
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
“Come in,” Li Xiangyang said.
The one who came in was Mr. Li, an old worker at the factory. He looked a little nervous: "Boss Li, after those people left, a few more came. They said they were reporters and wanted to interview our factory."
Li Xiangyang and Ma Qingfu exchanged a glance, both sensing that something was amiss.
"Where is he?" Li Xiangyang asked.
"They're right at the door; I told them to wait," said Grandpa Li.
Li Xiangyang thought for a moment: "Let them in. I want to see what tricks they have up their sleeves this time."
Soon, two young men walked in. One carried a camera, and the other held a notebook; they certainly looked like reporters.
"Hello, we are reporters from the Economic Daily. We've heard that your factory's products are very unique, and we'd like to conduct an exclusive interview," said the reporter with a notebook.
“The Economic Daily?” Li Xiangyang narrowed his eyes. “Could I see your press credentials?”
The two reporters exchanged glances, and the one with the notebook took out his press pass from his bag.
Li Xiangyang took it and examined it carefully. This time, the document looked more authentic, but his vigilance was already at its highest.
“It’s not easy for the two reporters to come all this way, but our factory has just started operations and we still have a lot to do,” Li Xiangyang said politely. “How about this, you leave your contact information and we’ll get in touch with you another day?”
The reporter with the camera was clearly getting impatient: "Mr. Li, we came all the way from the provincial capital specifically to learn about your factory's operations. We've heard your products are exported overseas; this could be excellent news material."
"Really?" Li Xiangyang smiled. "Then I'd like to ask, how did you find out about our factory?"
The two reporters exchanged a glance, and the one with the notebook said, "It was provided by a helpful reader who said you have a very unique agricultural product processing plant here."
"Oh, I see." Li Xiangyang nodded. "May I ask who this kind reader is? We'd like to express our gratitude as well."
At this question, the two reporters visibly panicked. The one with the camera stammered, "Well...we have an obligation to protect our sources..."
Li Xiangyang was now certain that these two people were definitely not legitimate journalists.
"Thank you both for your hard work," Li Xiangyang said, standing up. "However, I'm sorry, it's really inconvenient for me to give an interview today. Our factory's policy is that all media interviews require prior application and approval from higher authorities."
"Well... Mr. Li, how about this? We'll just have a quick chat, it won't take up too much of your time," the reporter with the notebook persisted.
“It really won’t work,” Li Xiangyang said firmly. “If you two are truly reporters from the Economic Daily, you can contact us through proper channels. Please, both of you.”
After seeing off the fake reporter, Li Xiangyang's expression turned serious.
"Xiangyang, two groups of people came today, and neither of them are good people," Ma Qingfu said worriedly. "What if they have other tricks up their sleeves?"
“There are definitely more,” Li Xiangyang calmly analyzed. “The other side is doing this simply to find out our strengths and weaknesses, and then look for an opportunity to strike.”
"Then what do we do?"
"We'll meet force with force, and water with earth." A glint of shrewdness flashed in Li Xiangyang's eyes. "However, we can't just sit here and take the beating. Fatty, contact Ma Laosan and see if he has any news."
“Okay, I’ll go contact them right away.” Ma Qingfu nodded.
"Also, starting tomorrow, the factory will increase security and arrange for people to take turns on duty," Li Xiangyang continued. "Any strangers entering the factory must be registered in detail."
“Understood,” Ma Qingfu replied.
Li Xiangyang walked to the window and looked at the sky outside. After so many years of ups and downs, he was no longer the naive young man who only knew how to hunt.
Since some people want to play, let's play along and have some fun.
The next morning, Li Xiangyang was inspecting the factory when Ma Laosan's car drove in.
It wasn't just Ma Laosan who got off the bus; a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a suit also got off, and he didn't look like a local.
"Xiangyang, let me introduce you to a friend." Ma Laosan walked over and pointed to the man beside him, saying, "This is Boss Chen from the provincial capital, he specializes in information gathering."
Boss Chen took off his sunglasses, revealing a shrewd face: "Boss Li, I've heard a lot about you. I heard from Old Ma that you've been having some trouble here lately?"
Li Xiangyang sized up the man before him, his intuition telling him that this Boss Chen was no ordinary person: "Boss Chen, you're too kind. May I ask what Old Ma San said to you?"
"I know those guys who caused trouble at your factory yesterday," Boss Chen said, lighting a cigarette. "Things are getting tense in the provincial capital lately, and some people are trying to move their operations down here. Your business is booming, so naturally you've become their target."
"Oh?" Li Xiangyang raised an eyebrow. "Does Boss Chen know exactly who this person is?"
"A guy named Zhao Jianhua runs a trading company in the provincial capital. On the surface, he does legitimate business, but secretly he takes on all sorts of shady jobs," Boss Chen flicked his cigarette ash. "I heard he's planning to expand in your area recently, and your factory is blocking his way."
Ma Laosan added from the side, "Xiangyang, this Boss Chen is well-informed. I specifically asked him to come and give us some advice."