Before the trial began, Lin Qi received a call from the professor he had hired.
"Mr. Lin Qi, one of the samples in the laboratory is missing. I thought I should tell you..."
As a professor capable of securing projects, he understood his laboratory and his money better than anyone.
No one could deceive him about such matters. Otherwise, he would never have survived in this circle.
That morning, just after arriving at the laboratory to verify some data, he discovered that one sample was missing: five types of dried tobacco leaves collected from different regions, along with their corresponding seeds.
He did not call the police immediately. Instead, he called Lin Qi. Who knew whether those employers liked having the police or the Bureau of Investigation interfere in their work?
"I'm a little surprised, but this isn't a problem. You don't need to panic."
"Just handle it the way you normally would. Don't worry about causing me any trouble. Is there anything else?"
That last sentence was telling the professor that he should hang up and go do whatever he wanted.
"Then there's nothing else. Goodbye, Mr. Lin Qi."
After hanging up, Lin Qi shook his head. The specific circumstances surrounding the tobacco leaves were not actually worth keeping secret. Why?
Nagaril was enormous. As long as Shi Haoyun and Colorful Company were willing to spend money, they could certainly find people willing to cooperate with them by growing tobacco there or providing them with samples from the region.
There was no way to prevent that. If they truly wanted to stop tobacco from Nagaril from leaving the region, the only method was to launch a region-wide extermination campaign.
They would have to turn the area around the place of origin into No Man's Land. Then anyone who entered