When Li Yunmo learned he’d been selected for the four-person action team, his mouth stretched in delight all the way to his ears.

In the private room of a secluded restaurant, he instinctively first looked toward Brother Chan, seeing the other person flashing him a sweet, brilliant smile. His heart went “thump thump thump,” thinking: Brother Chan really values me most in his heart!

Then he froze, realizing—no! The sweetheart before him wasn’t Brother Chan himself, but Sister-in-law Chan who had traveled through time!

Feeling dejected, he immediately shifted his gaze to the girl sitting beside Sister-in-law Chan, one hand still resting on the back of Sister-in-law Chan’s chair—that is, his true big brother Achan. Zhang Jingchan also noticed his puppy-dog eyes, was momentarily stunned, thinking he was scared, and spoke without much warmth: “Li Yunmo, if you can handle it then do it, if not get lost.”

Li Yunmo: “…”

“Of course I can!” he said indignantly, then saw Li Weiyi disapprovingly punch Zhang Jingchan’s shoulder and cast him an apologetic look. His Brother Chan actually even smiled.

Li Yunmo suddenly felt that perhaps he should consider switching allegiances for the rest of his life.

Why must a man follow a male boss? Sister-in-law was clearly gentler, more considerate, lively and adorable.

Compared to Li Yunmo’s mix of feeling honored yet anxious about gains and losses, the other member they’d recruited appeared much more mature and steady.

After they roughly explained their intentions, Zhong Yi fell into silence. Only after finishing his third cup of tea did Zhong Yi speak: “Is there really no way to report this to the police?”

Both Li Weiyi and Zhang Jingchan remained silent.

Zhong Yi: “Understood. I’ll go with you. But for safety’s sake, I have a suggestion—just the four of us is too few. If there’s a direct confrontation, we might be at a disadvantage. If you’re worried about too many people being conspicuous, I’ll find two reliable comrades and have them guard the perimeter…”

Zhong Yi picked up the pen from the table and drew lines on the map Zhang Jingchan had spread out earlier: “Guard here. They’ve both done reconnaissance work. On one hand, they can serve as sentries. On the other hand, if there’s an emergency situation, they can rush into the factory within 5 minutes. Of course, it’s best if we don’t need to fight.”

Li Weiyi’s eyes lit up listening to this. Zhang Jingchan also smiled: “Alright, thanks.”

Zhong Yi looked at the two again, nodded, and took out his phone contacts to consider candidates. What he didn’t say aloud was that he knew his little sister-in-law had vast and unfathomable capabilities, but was it really appropriate for her to drag him into Fu Ming Group’s internal power struggles?

Zhong Yi had never been one to overthink things, but at least he’d heard some stories about wealthy families and watched a few episodes of TV dramas. The 17-year-old little sister-in-law was already reaching for Fu Ming’s enormous assets. Although she said it was to audit Fu Ming’s accounts, Zhong Yi wasn’t a simple-minded man—he couldn’t help but think a bit more. Even if one day Fu Ming Group changed its surname to Li, Zhong Yi wouldn’t be too surprised.

Zhong Yi glanced again at the fighting-spirited, completely unguarded young man beside his little sister-in-law, and sighed in his heart.

Forget it, whatever little sister-in-law wanted to do wasn’t something he could question. Fortunately, the naive young man had the complete set of keys and authorization. Since it was the Zhang family’s own business, nothing would be illegal no matter what. What he could do was safeguard their personal safety.

The four discussed further and settled on an action plan:

Zhong Yi’s two comrades would serve as the first line of sentries and backup, disguised as diners, stationed at a farmhouse restaurant on the main road three to four hundred meters from Furuida factory’s main gate. As long as any vehicle passed by, they could promptly send word.

Li Yunmo would serve as the second line of sentries, lurking at the factory entrance. First, to keep watch. Second, he was after all the son of Construction Director Li Jinxiong, and as the group’s second-biggest young master, who up and down didn’t know him? In case of an unexpected incident, he could use his father’s name to stall things.

Li Yunmo had objections to this arrangement, because he also wanted to follow the other three to the frontlines, bravely storming the black-hearted factory interior. But he was immediately vetoed by the other three. First, having someone stationed at the factory gate was more secure. Second, him going inside wouldn’t be of any use. Zhong Yi had fighting skills, Li Weiyi had physical strength, Zhang Jingchan was the mastermind. As for Li Yunmo—he had nothing.

Night fell.

Zhong Yi always handled things reliably. The two comrades he’d invited to help were already in position at the roadside restaurant. Zhang Jingchan had also found Li Yunmo a place to stay—by the fish pond thirty meters directly opposite the factory’s main gate. With a fisherman’s hat, a fishing rod, and wearing one of Zhong Yi’s old military overcoats, no one would suspect anything.

Infiltrating the factory was even easier than they’d imagined. As Zhang Jingchan had anticipated, because the entire group had uniformly ceased production and all workers had been given time off, the entire factory looked cold and deserted at a glance, not a single person in sight. At the entrance guard booth sat an old man, absorbed in watching television.

Zhong Yi employed a small trick, going forward to ask for directions, his body blocking the line of sight. Li Weiyi and Zhang Jingchan took the opportunity to slip inside. The two waited in a dark corner for a few minutes, then saw Zhong Yi emerge from another corner—neither of them knew how he’d gotten in.

Li Weiyi couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. This brother-in-law was truly worth finding—capable on the battlefield and in shady factories alike.

Before them was a factory occupying several thousand square meters. On the large open area sat five or six big trucks, and behind them were the pitch-dark factory buildings.

Zhang Jingchan had the map and keys in hand. Zhong Yi made a circuit and clearly identified the distribution of cameras in the courtyard. After a hushed consultation, Zhong Yi led them in a zigzag path, avoiding the cameras, arriving at a large warehouse.

Li Weiyi spontaneously felt the pleasure of being carried to victory by two expert players.

Zhang Jingchan opened the warehouse door. The three together slowly pushed it open just enough for one person to pass through. Zhong Yi vigilantly watched their surroundings, saying: “You two go in, I’ll stand guard.”

Zhang Jingchan responded with an “Mm.” After all, Zhong Yi didn’t understand economics and finance. He brought Li Weiyi inside, shining their flashlight as they felt their way.

The warehouse was very large, the ceiling a full seven or eight meters high, filled with large mechanical equipment, both new and old. Li Weiyi and Zhang Jingchan split up. She was very familiar with those assets and went directly to check the inventory. Zhang Jingchan went to search through drawers for ledgers.

Soon, Li Weiyi ran back saying: “So brazen! Several batches of scrapped old equipment that are recorded in the accounts as having been sold are all here. The model codes on the machines can’t be changed. But they’re filed under a batch of new equipment.”

“Did you take photos?”

“All taken. What about you, any discoveries?”

Zhang Jingchan shook his head. Several drawers were unlocked, all empty. He said: “The ledgers have been taken by someone.”

The two searched for a while longer when suddenly they heard someone outside shout: “Who’s there?” A flashlight beam flickered.

The two looked at each other and immediately ran toward the door. Through the crack, they saw a man dressed as a worker, holding a flashlight, walking toward the entrance.

Zhong Yi, guarding the door, said in a low voice: “Don’t come out.” Then with a smile he raised his voice: “It’s me, came to get something.”

The worker was startled, shining his flashlight on Zhong Yi’s face. Zhong Yi raised his hand to block it. The worker didn’t recognize him, but most of his wariness disappeared. As he walked over he asked: “Who is it? Did you register at the entrance? Right now you can’t just enter the factory casually.”

Zhong Yi answered vaguely: “Registered, registered. Isn’t that… um… the boss always has me come?”