78: Is it illegal to walk around in front of the Julong Steel Plant?

Qinchuan Administration for Industry and Commerce.

Zhou Wen looked anxious: "Ask what Julong Steel is up to? The news has already been released, why hasn't there been any next move?"

"The phone won't go through, no matter if it's Director Lu, Director Ma, or the deputy directors," Huang Liang replied.

Could something have happened to Julong Steel?

"Arrange a car. We're going to Julong Steel now."

Zhou Wen had already found out that the mastermind behind the Lis Group had changed to Li Zewen. He was ruthless and vicious, far harder to deal with than that hot-headed Li Zewu.

"Director, the city agricultural association has approved the subsidy for the longmao agricultural vehicle. What else could be wrong with Julong Steel?" Huang Liang asked.

Zhou Wen frowned: "I can't figure out the situation either, but the phones of Julong Steel's senior management, including the office, won't go through. This is extremely unusual."

He could understand Lu Shenwei and the others' phones not going through as being busy and unable to answer.

But even his own nephew's phone wouldn't go through? That kid wouldn't ignore his call no matter how busy he was, so something must have happened to Julong Steel!

The two hurried to Julong Steel Factory and saw that the factory gates were locked tight, with sentries at the guard post outside looking at them vigilantly.

"These two sentries are new faces."

"I see that. You stay seated. I'll go up and say hello."

Zhou Wen got out of the car and walked toward the guard post. The sentry suddenly raised his gun: "The sentry is sacred and inviolable! Step back, state your name, and show your identification!"

Me???

Zhou Wen was stunned. Huang Liang quickly pulled him back.

"We are from the Qinchuan Administration for Industry and Commerce. We want to go in to find Director Lu."

Huang Liang forced a smile and took out his ID card.

Zhou Wen steadied himself. Being pointed at by a dark gun barrel was indeed quite scary.

"I am Zhou Wen, Director of the Qinchuan Administration for Industry and Commerce. Is it convenient..."

"Step back! No one is allowed to approach Julong Steel Factory without permission!"

The sentry held his gun. Zhou Wen tactfully stepped back.

"May I ask, which department's permission do we need to enter the factory?" Huang Liang put away his ID and whispered.

"No comment!"

The sentry watched the two vigilantly. The leadership had long given orders that no one was allowed to approach Julong Steel Factory; even if the King of Heaven himself came today, it wouldn't work.

Huang Liang muttered: "The situation isn't right. Even Grandpa Liu, who watches the gate, isn't here."

"It looks like the security at Julong Steel has been taken over. I don't know what the situation is inside."

Zhou Wen frowned and was about to leave when the sentry suddenly blocked their path.

Zhou Wen asked suspiciously: "What is this for?"

"You are suspected of stealing military secrets. You are forbidden to leave now," the sentry said coldly.

What does that mean? We just circled in front of Julong Steel Factory, and it's illegal?

Zhou Wen looked confused. Huang Liang wanted to argue, but two armed sentries immediately stepped forward.

"Don't be agitated, we will cooperate fully," Zhou Wen said quickly.

The dark gun barrels didn't have eyes. Huang Liang wanted to say something else but was escorted by the sentries into the factory.

The two stepped into the factory and realized that it was full of armed soldiers.

They all looked murderous; they had probably seen blood.

What on earth happened to Julong Steel?

Zhou Wen couldn't figure it out, while in the conference room, Lu Shenwei and the deputy directors were also dumbfounded.

"Are you Lu Shenwei?" the solemn-looking middle-aged soldier asked.

Lu Shenwei said respectfully: "Reporting to the leader, I am the legal representative of Julong Steel, Lu Shenwei."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the middle-aged soldier's epaulets—a Second-Rate Four!

"Chen Guang from the Western Theater Command. They all like to call me Old Chen," Chen Guang said affably.

"You are too kind, Leader. You can just call me Little Lu."

Lu Shenwei whispered. An Army Second-Rate Four visiting in person definitely wasn't here to chat with him.

"I'm a few years older than you, so I'll call you Little Lu."

Chen Guang smiled, and a guard beside him suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Two suspicious people were caught outside the gate. Do you know them, Little Lu?"

Suspicious people?

"They are called Zhou Wen and Huang Liang, and they say they are from the Qinchuan Administration for Industry and Commerce."

Uh, so it was those two.

"I know them, I know them. They are the Director and section chief of the Qinchuan City Administration for Industry and Commerce. They have been very helpful to our enterprise," Lu Shenwei hurriedly explained.

"Bring them in," Chen Guang said casually.

Ten minutes later, a panicked Zhou Wen and Huang Liang were brought into the conference room.

"You two, please sit. I have some things to discuss with Little Lu, and you two can be witnesses."

Chen Guang raised his hand, but how would Zhou Wen and the other dare to sit?

Especially Zhou Wen; his back straightened subconsciously when he saw Chen Guang.

A Second-Rate Four in his early forties—did he ride a rocket to get promoted?

When he transferred to civilian work back then, he was only a First-Rate One.

"Little Lu, do you know what Julong Steel Pipe and the Longying Drone are used for outside?" Chen Guang asked.

Lu Shenwei nodded, and Chen Guang continued: "We previously obtained a batch of Julong Steel Pipe through the National Bureau of Industry and Commerce. Honestly, the quality is quite good; it fully meets military standards."

"We didn't intend for it to be for military use. It was outsiders messing around on their own."

Lu Shenwei hurriedly explained, afraid that Chen Guang would misunderstand.

"A lucky hit just goes to show the military-grade quality of Julong Steel Pipe, doesn't it?"

Chen Guang said casually, but Lu Shenwei didn't dare to be careless at all.

Gu Ming had once warned him that the Dragon Xia military had an ambiguous attitude toward the semi-military nature of Julong Steel.

Therefore, Lu Shenwei never used military-grade quality as a selling point to promote Julong Steel's products.

I didn't, I don't, don't talk nonsense!

"Leader, you are joking. We are a private enterprise," Lu Shenwei waved his hands quickly.

Chen Guang was noncommittal, and the accompanying staff officer took out the Julong Steel Pipe and the Longying Drone.

What does this mean? Are we going to court? This guy with the square face isn't trying to trick me, is he?

"Little Lu, you should be very familiar with these two things."

"This... if I say I don't recognize them, would you believe me?"

"Haha, young people are so humorous."

"What do you want us to do?"

As long as I don't get sentenced, I can accept any fine.

For a non-military enterprise to produce and sell military products, according to the most profitable laws of Dragon Xia, buying and selling arms constitutes the crime of illegal trading of firearms and ammunition. The lightest sentence would be imprisonment of three years or more but less than ten years.

"You seem a little scared? Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble."

Chen Guang said with a smile, but Lu Shenwei's back was already soaked.

Early in the morning, more than twenty military vehicles blocked the factory gate, and the entire Julong Steel was under strict control.

Armed sentries replaced the security guards, and even Grandpa Liu, who once blocked the Navy, was sent home to drink tea.

And now you tell me, don't be afraid?

I'm practically panicking right now, okay?

"I'm just a little nervous. If there is anything you need that Julong Steel can help with, please feel free to ask," Lu Shenwei said solemnly.

Chen Guang praised: "Young people are indeed quick-witted. Can you put these two things together for me to use?"

Put them together? What does that mean?

Weld two steel pipes onto the drone? Or weld the drone onto the steel pipe?

Could it be that the Western Theater Command also wants to play that Desert Camel game?