Rebirth on July 2, Lingquan Counterattacks

In the cold winter of 1972, the side room of the Lu family ancestral hall. Shen Xiwei, the young daughter-in-law who was framed by Poison and had a high fever for three days, breathed her last. At the same time, Shen Xiwei, a doctor of materials science twenty-eight years later, had his soul crashed into the same body. The two lives overlapped, and she had an extra "jade pendant" around her neck - one that could see through the crystal structure of all metals. In her eyes, iron candlesticks are thick pearlite sheets, and scrap iron sheets can be quenched into an alloy with a hardness that is thirty-seven percent higher than the standard under her hands. But she understood: Revenge cannot rely on a flash of golden fingers, but must rely on ironclad evidence to be plucked from the waste paper bit by bit. What she wants to deal with is Zhao Yuhui, who handled 127 batches of false accounts, the "puffer fish" who hid microfilm inside Longines watches, and her cousin Shen Taoying, who drugged and framed a whole group of people. She cooked during the day and quenched iron at night to look for evidence; Lu Xiao copied 42 batches of false accounts into the back cover and put the key to the back door of the warehouse in the palm of her hand. The quenched parts went into the furnace, into the bottom of the river, into the welds of the border seal box, and finally were "returned" on the podium in public. This is not a golden finger crushing - it is the iron that speaks, and once it is tempered, it will no longer rust. The Gobi Desert has turned green, the iron flowers have bloomed, and debts have been cleared. A journey of counterattack through the spiritual spring, from the straw pile to the court, from the abandoned furnace to the outside of the country.