"No...brother-in-law..."

The brother-in-law had barely begun to speak when Ye Guoliang interrupted him, saying, "Boss, this is a small factory with only a few workers, only 12. I swear to heaven, if I tell even a single lie, I will be struck by lightning, my descendants will be cut off, and I will die a miserable death."

Ye Guoliang was afraid that his brother-in-law would continue to talk nonsense, so he had to give him a look.

My brother-in-law was stunned for a moment, but in the end he said nothing.

Thanks to the efforts of all parties, the fire was finally put out.

Ye Guoliang and his brother-in-law sneaked into the fire scene when no one was paying attention.

"Brother-in-law, what are you doing?"

Ye Guoliang said: "Looking for Lao Zhao."

"Didn't Lao Zhao go home to celebrate the Spring Festival?" the brother-in-law asked naively.

Ye Guoliang looked at his brother-in-law and said speechlessly, "Old Zhao is dead, so what? One less dead person means I can pay less money. Do you understand?"

"But, my brother-in-law is so wicked!"

As soon as the brother-in-law finished speaking, Ye Guoliang's hand flashed and slapped his brother-in-law on the shoulder.

"Is it more important to be immoral or to pay the bride price? Lao Zhao is a bachelor, and his daughter lives with his ex-wife. Others have wives, children, parents, and if they were gone, no one would find out. But Lao Zhao is different. He is a person. As long as we insist that Lao Zhao went home for the Spring Festival, no one will know about it."

Ye Guoliang thought of the worker who was seriously injured.

He bit his cheek hard and said in a deep voice, "When we find Lao Zhao, you will be responsible for hiding his body. When the storm has died down, I will find him a good feng shui site for a grand funeral. If you take care of this, I will definitely pay the bride price for your wife."

People die for money, and birds die for food.

If the brother-in-law with a conscience was fooled by Ye Guoliang's sugar-coated bullets.

"Okay, let's do it."

Ye Guoliang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, then you go find someone, and I'll be responsible for stabilizing and leading them."

"OK."

The two people who had been in cahoots with each other now worked together separately.

Ye Guoliang ran to the town leader and said in a hoarse voice, "Leader, I've suffered heavy losses this time!"

"Okay, we've been telling you to be careful, but you ignored us. Now something so serious has happened..."

Ye Guoliang sincerely admitted his mistake and said, "Leader, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Ye Guoliang saw out of the corner of his eye that most of the Ye family members had left, and his tense heart finally relaxed.

He was really worried that the Ye family would meddle in his affairs.

Although the time from the explosion to now seems short, an hour has already passed.

The explosion was so loud.

The flames shot up into the sky.

The families of other workers also noticed something was wrong and ran out of their homes.

Nine charred bodies were lying in the open space outside the firecracker factory.

The bodies lay flat on the bamboo mats used by the villagers of Jiameng Town to dry grain, and they were covered with white cloth.

The first family member who arrived burst into tears when he saw the firecracker factory reduced to ruins.

Adults and children were crying together.

The victims' families arrived one after another.

This was supposed to be New Year's Eve, a family reunion night. Who would have known that there would be such an unexpected event in life?

Not only did they not reunite, but they were separated by life and death from then on!

"Ye Guoliang, give me back my husband! Give me back my man!"