"Boss Jason, I found the whereabouts of the lost supplies!"
Cheng Hui got through the phone and immediately took credit for it.
"Oh, is it true? Which thief did it?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was surprised and a little delighted, speaking unfluent Mandarin.
"The Demon God Chamber of Commerce, or more precisely, the Demon God Cult!"
Cheng Hui said with certainty.
"Hey, why are they here?"
Jason was a little surprised on the phone.
"I wasn't sure at first, I just had some suspicions. I've been investigating for the past six months. Today, the Demon God Chamber of Commerce paid salaries. I don't know if it was out of carelessness or because they thought it had been so long that no one noticed.
The packaging and labels were not changed. After I got it back, I checked the code of the lost materials and they matched correctly."
Cheng Hui became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice became much louder. He had been depressed to death for the past six months as a scapegoat, but now that there was hope, he was extremely excited.
"Sir Cheng, if there is no problem, you are the great hero of the Woma Group. Bring the evidence now and come to the Woma Group headquarters. No, you organize the evidence and wait at home. I will send someone to pick you up!"
Jason's voice on the phone became much more agitated and a little incoherent. He was largely responsible for the loss of the supplies. Even with his teacher's support, he could not escape accountability and was demoted.
This batch of materials will not only be sold, but also stored as funds for activities.
Long before the end of the world, the American government, through astronomical research, had already known the horror of this disaster and that it could cause the extinction of mankind, so it had already made adequate preparations.
Establish military bases around the world. If they cannot be built, stockpile supplies through commercial activities just in case.
But this time America was lucky, Oceania was gone. They only suffered heavy losses, with less than a quarter of their population surviving.
Military bases built around the world were also half destroyed, but the material reserves established by commercial activities were all there, except for the warehouses in Yanxia Country where they were stolen and the food was looted.
Before the end of the world, this incident caused the anger of the American government, and it specifically protested to Yanjing.
However, before the problem was resolved, the end of the world had already arrived, so the matter was shelved. However, because the supplies were stolen, the Woma Group had a hard time in the past six months.
Now that he had finally caught the thief, Jason wished he could eat his flesh and drink his blood to relieve his hatred.
Less than ten minutes after Cheng Hui hung up the phone, the doorbell rang.
He quickly opened the door and saw a tall white man wearing a cool blue tights and a red cape standing at the door.
He saw Cheng Hui holding a notebook and carrying a rice bag, and asked coldly: "Are you OK?"
Cheng Hui was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.
Before he could react, the white man picked up Cheng Hui and flew high into the sky.
Cheng Huiteng rose high into the sky on a cloud of mist. He had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that he lost his voice and screamed.
As soon as he opened his mouth, cold wind rushed into it, choking him and making his eyes water. He couldn't open his eyes at all and didn't know which way was east, west or north.
After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Hui almost thought he was going to die. Suddenly, his feet touched the ground, and he felt a pair of big hands supporting his body in a daze.
"Mr. Cheng, are you okay? John, you shouldn't be paying attention. Look how scared Mr. Cheng is."
Jason's voice came to his ears. Cheng Hui suppressed his discomfort and tried to calm down before he could see the situation around him clearly.
Jason was supporting him, and a white man named John was standing beside him with an innocent look on his face.
Seeing the familiar surroundings, he realized that he had arrived in Jason's office.
Seeing that Cheng Hui was awake, Jason let go of his hand and stared at Cheng Hui with a serious expression.
"Sir Cheng, I'm going to take you to meet some important people later. You have to be mentally prepared and don't be afraid."
Cheng Hui's heart tightened, knowing that Jason was going to take him to meet the top executives behind the Womar Group.
After straightening his clothes, he nodded with forced composure.
Seeing this, Jason didn't say much and took Cheng Hui to the indoor elevator. John followed in.
Jason pressed the bottom button.
The elevator descended rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it stopped. The three of them exited the elevator and arrived at the center of an empty, ancient hall.
There are six arched doors around the hall. Six old men are sitting in front of the doors, staring at Cheng Hui with different expressions. Each of them has an aura as deep as the sea. In Cheng Hui's eyes, they are like six ancient ferocious beasts, choosing people to devour.
His knees went weak and Cheng Hui knelt down involuntarily.
"Special Envoy, Elder, Cheng Hui has been brought here. He has evidence to prove that the supplies stolen from the Woma warehouse were the work of the Demon God Cult."
Jason bowed to the people around him and said.
"Really? Cheng Hui, raise your head. How can you prove that the stolen supplies from the Woma warehouse were the work of the Demon God Cult?"
Just as Jason finished speaking, the old man in the front, dressed in black and with a kind face like the Godfather in the movie, asked.
"A special envoy sent by the American government, George! The master of dark powers."
Jason whispered to him about George's identity.
Cheng Hui's pupils shrank slightly, and he didn't dare to be negligent. Although this man looked kind, he was definitely a cruel and ruthless person.
"Today, the Demon God Cult distributed salaries, and many bags of rice and flour appeared. They had the special logo of the Woma Warehouse on them. I also received rice with this logo. I entered the label code into the database, and it matched successfully. It's accurate."
"Oh, that's the bag you brought!"
George's voice echoed in the space, without a trace of emotion, making it hard to tell whether he was angry or not.
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