A Sense of Justice

Watching the police leave, Fatty Hu ground his teeth in anger!

"Want me to take you for an injury assessment later?" the security guard asked, trying to ingratiate himself.

"An assessment, my ass!" Fatty Hu roared. "I've only got fucking flesh wounds. What good would an assessment do?!"

He thought about hitting himself with a stick, preferably hard enough to break a bone. That would make it serious enough. But after hesitating for a long time, he ultimately couldn't work up the courage.

A moment later, with no outlet for his anger, Fatty Hu stormed out of the security room.

Underground behind him, a centipede more than twenty centimeters long crept quietly along, following close behind!

When he reached the office building, Fatty Hu plunged into his private office, opened a filing cabinet and took out a teacup.

The teacup had an archaic design. Its exterior was covered in a layer of dark metal shaped like dragon scales. There was no telling what it was made of, but it definitely wasn't iron. The inside was coated in gleaming white porcelain.

Fatty Hu played with it for a moment and said disdainfully, "This thing isn't worth much, but that brat seems to care about it. If I smash it now and send him a picture, he'll probably go mad with rage! Haha..."

At that thought, he took out his phone, opened the camera, then raised the teacup high and hurled it at the floor.

Through Red Tail, Jiang Yiming saw what was happening in the office.

Seeing that Fatty Hu was about to smash the Dragon Scale Cup, he wasn't worried in the slightest.

The Dragon Scale Cup had been with him for more than ten years, and no one knew better than him how hard it was.

Once, while Jiang Yiming was coming down the mountain, he had accidentally fallen, causing the Dragon Scale Cup to slip out of the bamboo basket on his back and roll off a cliff.

As he watched the Dragon Scale Cup bounce against the cliff face and finally crash into the rocks at the bottom, he thought, I'm afraid it can't be saved.

To his surprise, when he went around to the bottom of the cliff and found it, the Dragon Scale Cup was completely intact!

The force of that fall had been many times greater than what Fatty Hu could muster now. Since it hadn't broken then, Jiang Yiming was even less worried now.

Sure enough.

With a bang, the Dragon Scale Cup slammed into the floor without losing so much as a scratch. Instead, it left a dent in the concrete.

Fatty Hu picked up the teacup, his eyes wide. "This cup is pretty strange... It's one thing for the outside to be undamaged after being smashed down that hard, but even the porcelain coating inside is completely fine!"

"Maybe it really is a treasure! When I have time another day, I'll find a more skilled expert to take a look..."

Just as he was mulling it over, his phone rang.

"Hello, Boss Wang! Didn't I tell you to come later?"

"Got it, got it. I'll come meet you right away."

Jiang Yiming could see the scene, but he couldn't hear anything.

He saw Fatty Hu answer a call, then put the Dragon Scale Cup back in the cabinet. After tending to the injuries on his face, he went out.

Red Tail continued to follow him.

Fatty Hu didn't stop until he reached the back gate of the pork processing plant. He squatted by the gate and began to smoke.

The back gate was normally kept shut, so there was no security room there.

Some distance away, Jiang Yiming wondered aloud, "What's he doing at the back gate?"

Puzzled, he followed the wall around to the back gate.

Before he got close, he heard the rumble of an engine. As soon as he looked up, he saw a white refrigerated truck with four front wheels and eight rear wheels driving toward him.

A refrigerated truck that big could carry at least fifteen tons of cargo!

"Delivery trucks usually use the front gate. Why is this one going through the back?"

Jiang Yiming hurried back around the corner and directed Red Tail to climb onto the wall, using its eyes to observe both sides of the back gate.

Inside, Fatty Hu heard the engine, quickly stood up and opened the back gate. He checked the license plate, then waved the truck inside.

The driver, evidently familiar with the routine, parked the truck alongside the wall, switched off the engine and jumped out. He hurried over and offered Fatty Hu a Gaizhen cigarette.

"Manager Hu, what happened to your face? Did some beauty hit you?" The driver knew him and began joking with him.

Fatty Hu took the cigarette and said unhappily, "Don't mention it. I've had rotten luck these past two days!"

Their voices carried over the wall, and Jiang Yiming could just make them out.

"Whew~"

Fatty Hu took a long drag, then exhaled a cloud of smoke and pointed at the refrigerated truck. "The goods are in there, right?"

"They're in the truck," the driver said with a smile. "Don't worry. The pigs in there died of disease, but the meat looks good. I guarantee the products you make from it will sell well!"

"Keep your voice down! Do you want everyone to know what kind of meat this is? If anyone finds out, we're both finished!" Fatty Hu scolded him, then added, "Same as usual. Unload the goods into the warehouse yourself."

"Got it. I'll go get the forklift."

The driver went to the warehouse, clearly familiar with the routine.

They didn't know that Jiang Yiming had heard everything from behind the wall.

Pigs that had died of disease weren't allowed to be sold!

"I never expected them to process meat from diseased pigs here! I can't let this batch of meat get out and hurt people!"

Jiang Yiming did have some sense of justice.

Since the meat was being taken into the warehouse rather than cold storage, that meant it would be processed, packaged and shipped out tonight!

There was no time to lose. He hurried some distance away and called the food regulatory authorities to report it.

Then he silenced his phone and crept back to the wall to keep watch on what was happening inside.

On the other side of the wall, the driver had already found the forklift and begun unloading, one load at a time. In a little over half an hour, all ten-plus tons of diseased pork had been taken into the warehouse.

"Manager Hu, the goods are unloaded, so I'll be on my way." Before leaving, the driver offered Fatty Hu another cigarette.

"Mm, be careful on the road. Remember, if you get another shipment like this, make sure you come at night. Got it?" Fatty Hu puffed out clouds of smoke.

"Got it. Don't worry!" The driver had already climbed into the refrigerated truck and was preparing to start it.

Just then, Fatty Hu's phone rang.

He glanced at the number in surprise and muttered, "Why's the front gate guard calling me?"

Puzzled, he answered. After only a few words, he immediately hung up and glared fiercely at the driver. "Get down here! Did you just call in a report?!"

The driver had just started the engine and was completely bewildered as he was pulled down. "What report? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"People from the Food Administration are already at the factory gate, and you're still playing dumb with me!" Fatty Hu wanted to hit him.

The driver panicked. "We're in the same boat. Why would I report myself? This... I don't know how this happened. What do we do now?"

On reflection, Fatty Hu also thought the driver really had no reason to harm him.

"Stay calm! I'll call Third Uncle first!"

Jiang Yiming had met the Third Uncle he was talking about.

He was an extremely clever man. The fact that the pork processing plant had stayed open this long was at least eighty percent thanks to Third Uncle!

After speaking with Third Uncle on the phone, the worry vanished from Fatty Hu's face, and he became perfectly composed.

"What is it? Is there a way out?" the driver asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, Third Uncle has already started handling the matter, and I know what to do now. Hurry up and leave!"

With that, Fatty Hu called the human resources department and sent all the employees home to rest.

None of the employees knew what was happening before they were forced to clock out.

The food inspectors were only responsible for inspecting food, so they didn't stop the employees.