Chapter Three: Eight Hundred Sixty Thousand Steals Thirty Million

Hengchuan Precision stood on Haicheng's northern outskirts. Once it had supported two thousand workers. Now banners demanding unpaid wages hung outside its gates. When Yanqiu and Jiming arrived, Yunjing's liquidation team was sealing the office building. Its leader, finance director Zhao Qirong, did not bother to feign surprise. “Miss Yanqiu. President Shen said you might come.” “Did he tell you what I came to collect?” “What could a bankrupt factory possess?” Zhao smiled. “Security, show her out.” Workers gathered. One recognized her and shouted, “The Shen family owes us six months of wages. How dare you come here?” A hard hat landed at her feet.