Chapter 121 Fierce Battle - 2

The photo he always carried in his inner breast pocket.

It's gone.

The guns terrified these war-weary indigenous people.

A child stretched out a trembling hand: "It's here."

The photo shows a girl.

She looked to be around eighteen years old, radiating youthful energy, and smiled gently at the camera.

It seemed to be the only source of life on this land.

Li Zhan's eyes reddened without him realizing it. He slowly put the gun away and used the corner of his clothes to wipe away the stains from the edges of the photo.

A group of people nervously backed away, afraid of the gun in his pocket.

Li Zhan put the photos back and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed that the child's bare feet were bleeding.

It was cut by some sharp object.

Li Zhan remained expressionless, kicked off his shoes while standing, and then kicked them in front of the children. He ignored their expressions and walked away barefoot.

The setting sun cast a thick shadow on the horizon, and a mist shrouded this desolate and primitive land.

Li Zhan completed the mission assigned by the company on his own.

He learned a lot. With his car and supplies gone, he needed to learn how to survive in the wild.

For example, how to filter dirty river water using readily available materials when there are no tools, how to identify edible plants, how to make fire, and how to defend against attacks from wild animals.

No one taught him.

He used his past knowledge and a young, healthy body to try each one.

He was poisoned and fell ill several times during the journey, nearly dying.

Every time he thought death was coming, Li Zhan would hallucinate, seeing the girl in the photo worrying about him just like she did years ago when she was lying by his bedside.

He lay on the roadside, dressed in rags, like a stray dog.

Nobody was worried about him.

It's all an illusion.

He was once gold, but when he arrived at the mining area, gold was everywhere.

He struggled to his feet.

He cannot fall.

Otherwise, his life would only consist of the first half of his incompetence and wickedness, and the impression he leaves on others would only be the despicable nature of the first half of his life.

Back at the company, the colleagues from China looked at each other, seemingly unable to recognize them.

The once glamorous young master in China is now emaciated, his hair has grown long enough to cover his eyes, his skin is tanned dark, his clothes are tattered and barely cover his private parts, and his bare feet are still bleeding.

They were even more pathetic than homeless people.

No one dared to speak, for everyone knew that their young master valued his reputation and self-respect.

When Wu Jing, the branch manager, saw him, he breathed a silent sigh of relief.

It's good that he's not dead.

Although they received Li Mushi's orders, they didn't actually want him to die.

Li Zhan placed the survey maps and data on his desk, saying calmly, "Please take a look."

"You've worked hard," Wu Jing nodded. "I've already punished those who abandoned you and ran away on their own."

But he wasn't fired.

Li Zhan did not show anger at such a light punishment. He remained calm, knowing that in Wu Jing's eyes he was just an ordinary employee, just like the others.

Naturally, no one would make a big fuss because of him.

He also knew that the credit for the mission he completed alone would be attributed to Wu Jing.

The workplace is the same everywhere: employees do the work, and the credit goes to their superiors.

Jingge experienced firsthand the criticism he faced when he first entered the workplace.

"Alright, go back and rest," Wu Jing said without asking how he got back or what he had gone through. "Close the door behind you."

Li Zhan: "Hmm."

Before he could turn around, Wu Jing called out to him again: "Make me a cup of coffee first. Wash your hands before you make it, your hands are dirty."

Li Zhan lowered his eyes.

His fingernails were very long, filled with dust. His hands, which were originally well-defined, were now covered with scars, all from injuries sustained in the wild, making them look like the hands of a man in his fifties or sixties.

"Okay." He went downstairs to wash his hands carefully and made Wu Jing a cup of coffee.

Wu Jing casually remarked, "By the way, President Li has become a father."

Li Zhan's hand trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "Is that so?"

“It’s a daughter,” Wu Jing said. “I heard she’s very beautiful. President Li gave red envelopes to everyone in the company, including you.”

Li Zhan's throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

Wu Jing said, "The little princess is named Li Huanyan. President Li hopes she will be happy and joyful for the rest of her life."

Li Zhan said in a hoarse voice, "She will."

"You can go now, the red envelope is at your workstation."

"good."

After leaving the office, Li Zhan went to his workstation to look for the red envelope.

But the red envelope is gone.

My colleagues, of all skin colors, were all looking down, some looking at their computers, others with their heads down.

Li Zhan stood there for a while, then said in a low voice, "There's not much money inside. It's a memento of my little sister's birth. I'm leaving a thick red envelope here. Whoever takes it, put it back later, and we'll exchange the thick red envelopes."

After saying that, in front of everyone, he put all of his salary for the month into a red envelope, placed it on the table, and turned to leave.

He returned the red envelope to him.

Besides cash, there were also a few candies inside.

Jingge's favorite flavor.

Li Zhan's eyes reddened again and again.

Wu Jing handled the cash exchange here, converting it into the local currency, while the sugar was shipped from China.

One can imagine Li Mushi's solemnity and joy.

Li Huanyan.

Li Huanyan.

Little Huanyan.

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Mining in the area is a done deal, and the local government, lacking the capacity, has no choice but to delegate the mining rights to external entities.

The first step in the mining operation is to resettle the indigenous people.

A riot broke out in the mining area when the machines were moved in.

The indigenous people did not agree to move.

The Li family and local joint shareholders have invested a huge amount of money in this mine and will not stop work because of the opposition of these indigenous people.

Once this project is completed, Wu Jing can be transferred back to China.

He couldn't wait any longer and made a phone call to give the order: "Fire!"

I wanted to go into more detail, but the phone was abruptly hung up.

Wu Jing looked up and met Li Zhan's brooding eyes.

“They are weak,” Li Zhan looked at him. “There are no strong men in the tribe. If they want to survive, there’s no need to shoot them.”

Wu Jing scoffed: "Do you dare to go against President Li's plan?"

Li Zhan: "His plan did not include forced demolition."

“Otherwise,” Wu Jing retorted, “We’ve already got all the connections made, and this is the only group left. Are we going to give up because of them?”

Li Zhan: "I will send an email to President Li to explain."

Having lived abroad for many years, Li Zhan never sent any news back to China.

He wrote a long email detailing the impact of mining on the local environment and residents, and attached a document and topographic map illustrating the resource distribution in the mining area, as well as a reasonable mining plan.

This data and topographic map are appearing for the first time.

Even Wu Jing didn't know.

Li Mushi did not reply immediately.

Wu Jing was furious, believing that Li Zhan had been holding back a move.

“Mr. Wu,” Li Zhanping stated bluntly, “if you hadn’t pocketed half of the compensation, how could those residents have rioted?”

Wu Jing's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

Li Zhan sneered, "What I'm giving you, President Li, is not only information you've never seen before, but also evidence of your embezzlement and bribery."

"......"

“Have you forgotten?” Li Zhan said calmly, “I’ve endured many years under your watchful eye, and I’m about to rise to the top.”