Starting in the Steel Mill Security Office, 1961

Is this right? Your uncle's family is going to ruin your family's livelihood. Just torture him to death.

In those days, if you went to the police for a head injury, you could get in.

Selling pig's feet at a time is equivalent to 200 feet of cloth. Three feet is roughly one meter of cloth, so 200 feet is over 60 meters of cloth. Can you even carry the pig's feet rolled up like that?

The procurement team failed again.

Being 1.8 Meters tall isn't considered tall. How tall are Chinese men now? How tall were they back then? You don't even understand this basic thing.

Why is it always about solving cases? Might as well write crime fiction. It doesn't seem as interesting as "A Door in My Mind."

Why would you give away a wild boar weighing over 300 pounds directly to the factory, only to receive 5% for yourself? No normal person would give it away for free. If you don't tell anyone, how would they know, especially since it's a free gift?

Your previous novel, a time-travel fantasy, was poorly written and ended badly. This one, well, it's basically just crime-solving, with very little else. Honestly, if you're looking for crime-solving, you don't need a story set in this era. How can a rookie in the security department single-handedly interrogate a captured enemy spy? The supporting characters are ridiculously stupid.

The security department is at a disadvantage. In other books, the protagonist is a purchasing agent who goes hunting in the mountains and claims the prey was purchased, thus earning both money and credit. The security department hunts hundreds of kilograms of prey here, but the main character can only take a few kilograms, and doesn't get any money afterward. It's disheartening to see.

Pig horns attract powder? 179 And 57 kg?