Chapter 122: Building a Coffin to Gather His Corpse

Not long after.

Li Jiaci drove back.

He and Zhao Chen unloaded the boxed beer from the car, and also bought some cold‑proof gloves and hats, handing them out to the workers.

"Brother, Wang Zhen is here, waiting for you in the office!"

Li Yihu stepped forward and pointed toward the office.

Hearing that, Li Jiaci didn't rush over; instead, he hurriedly had Zhao Chen set up the rack for the whole roasted lamb.

Roasting takes several hours; it's already afternoon, and if we don't hurry, we might not get to eat it even by late night.

After giving those instructions,

Li Jiaci then together with Hong Bo processed the wild ducks, plucking them clean, chopping them into pieces, and marinating them with strong spices.

In the office.

Wang Zhen waited left and right, but still didn't see Li Jiaci's figure.

That really proved the saying.

If the emperor isn't in a hurry, what is there to rush about?

"Oh brother, can't you just sit still for a while?"

"You're swaying back and forth, making my eyes dizzy!"

Wang Yingna said, speechless.

Wang Zhen seemed not to have heard, standing at the doorway and glancing outside a few times.

Just then Li Jiaci was carrying beer past the doorway.

Wang Zhen hurriedly called out to him.

"Little brother, what are you busying yourself with?"

"Wang Zhen brother, wait till I finish cooking the beer‑duck and then I'll come find you!"

"It's not you…"

Before Wang Zhen could finish speaking,

Li Jiaci had already run off, out of sight.

Then after that,

When Wang Zhen saw Li Jiaci, it was already past eight in the evening.

A crowd gathered around several pots of beer‑duck, drinking and chatting happily.

Beside them, a young lamb was sizzling and oozing fat on the grill.

The strong spice's aroma quickly spread throughout the factory.

Wang Zhen watched Li Jiaci eating with gusto, his feelings complex, and asked: "Little brother, what are your plans afterwards?"

Now the factory's stockpiled timber keeps growing, all of it unsalable; if it doesn't sell, it'll become a loss.

Wang Zhen, also a businessman, expressed deep concern about this.

Seeing Li Jiaci remain silent,

Wang Zhen then said: "How about this? I'll help you promote, find some out‑of‑town timber dealers to come purchase the wood, easing your pressure!"

"Wang Zhen brother, come, have a duck leg!"

Li Jiaci picked up a fragrant duck leg and put it in his bowl.

Afterward, he laughed together with his brothers.

Wang Zhen furrowed his brows tightly.

"You really don't need my help?"

Li Jiaci scooped a mouthful of rice and said lightly: "No need, I can handle it myself!"

Just as Wang Zhen was about to continue saying something,

Zhao Chen suddenly stood up and shouted.

"Everyone, clear out your bowls—now we're starting to distribute the roasted lamb!"

Now it's really lively.

A group of people lined up waiting to receive the lamb.

Wang Yingna nudged Wang Zhen's waist and urged: "Brother, what are you doing? Hurry up and eat!"

"……"

Wang Zhen was utterly speechless.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Nian Yong Mu Cai Chang

Zheng Degui looked at the ledger; his face was no longer as relaxed as before, but instead overcast with worry.

He could barely keep going.

The timber factory's current scale is actually thanks to Zheng Degui borrowing capital from everywhere and then using his money‑power to open market connections.

On the surface it looks prosperous.

But behind the scenes, his debts are also considerable.

During this period of price stalemate, it not only drained his savings accumulated over the years, but also forced him to take out an additional bank loan.

If this continues, the future looks worrisome.

Zheng Degui rubbed his tired brow and summoned Wu Gang over.

"How's the other factory doing?"

Wu Gang said: "Still the same as before—although they have no business, their factory keeps shipping 24/7; now you can see their timber piles exceeding the fence from far away!"

How could this be?

Zheng Degui couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought.

Even a factory with no customer traffic keeps producing wood nonstop.

Li Jiaci…

What the hell do you want, kid?

Wu Gang hesitated a moment, then asked cautiously, "Boss, should we keep going?"

Although Nian Yong Timber Factory's business is booming, it's also suffering heavy losses.

They're practically selling the wood at cabbage prices.

Put bluntly, what's the difference between this and giving it away for free?

Zheng Degui clenched his fists, likewise weighing it in his mind.

If we keep going like this, the factory will sooner or later run into serious trouble.

Never mind the cash flow; the suppliers of raw timber wouldn't agree either.

But.

Zheng Degui listened to the noisy scramble for timber outside the door.

He simply couldn't bear to give up.

As long as I drive Li Jiaci out of the market, take over his factory, and raise the price back to 620 per unit, I'll recoup my investment in just a few months!

After saying that, Zheng Degui's eyes flashed with a sinister glint once more.

No matter how defiant the other side is, they'll eventually end up like him—out of money.

By then, the warlords of Bei Bang Guo will certainly not let it rest.

Wait for Li Jiaci's head to roll.

Shiqiang Timber Factory will then be his.

The resources of Bei Bang Guo will also fall into his hands.

He won't be as stupid as Li Jiaci, who just pays whatever tariff they demand.

Zheng Degui gave a cold smile.

"Continue!"

"I'll nail Li Jiaci's coffin!"

"I'll personally go to Bei Bang to collect his corpse!"

"Hahaha!"

Wu Gang heard those words.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable fear.

But facing Zheng Degui, he still gave a sinister laugh and said, "Boss, you're mighty!"

……

Shiqiang Timber Factory.

Wang Yingna's journey to quit the powder had reached its final stage.

She looked at her vibrant face in the mirror and couldn't believe it, pinching herself.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

Li Jiaci walked in just in time to see this.

He couldn't help but laugh and say, "I didn't know you had a masochistic streak!"

Wang Yingna turned around, propped her chin on her hands, and asked sweetly, "Jiaci bro, don't you think I've gotten a lot prettier lately?"

"You've always been pretty."

"Really?"

Wang Yingna was used to Li Jiaci's teasing, so when he suddenly praised her, she thought it was fake.

All she saw was Li Jiaci nodding, his eyes utterly serious.

"Really."

This made Wang Yingna overjoyed.

She lunged forward and hugged Li Jiaci's neck.

"Thank you, Jiaci bro!"

"If it weren't for you helping me quit the powder, I'd probably still be addicted to it!"

"Living like neither human nor ghost!"

Li Jiaci gently patted her back.

"Then you have to promise me."

"No matter what happens from now on, you must absolutely never touch that stuff again!"

"Otherwise, I won't see you again."

"Nor will I help you."

Wang Yingna cupped Li Jiaci's face.

She kneaded his face into all sorts of ugly shapes.

Then she let out a soft huff and said in a tsundere way, "Do you really need to tell me that?"

"As long as you know."

Li Jiaci brushed her hand away.

The next second, Wang Yingna wrapped her arms around his arm, licked her face, and smiled.

Brother Jiaci, did I get a reward for successfully quitting being a fan?