Soon, another van pulled up, and Wu Ni stepped out, dressed in a white suit.
"There's no need for you to get angry with them. If you really leave, the biggest loser will be the Shen family. The Shen family makes a lot of money in the mainland every year."
Wu Ni came over and told Miss Shen not to be so angry, that there was no need to be upset about money.
If they really leave, then other families will come.
It's hard to say whether the shrine belongs to the Shen family of Hong Kong; it's normal that there isn't enough evidence.
Wu Ni has always lived in mainland China and is familiar with mainland laws.
The best course of action now is to either buy it or make it go unsold at auction; there are no other options.
"Everything is arranged now. We're prepared for whatever may happen, and we also need to take care of Zhang Fan's matter after the auction."
Wu Ni said with a confident expression.
"So be it? It's these people who dug up our ancestral graves, right? What are the police doing?"
Miss Shen was still very angry.
“I received inside information that it was Zhong Jiahao, the young master of the Zhong family, who did it. Zhong Jiahao is Zhong Haiming’s nephew. Zhong Haiming is the director of a development project in the provincial capital. The Zhong family has a lot of power in the provincial capital. Since the old master of the Zhong family is not dead, it is not easy to deal with him.”
Wu Ni knew the situation.
The reason why the culprit hasn't been caught is because it was Zhong Jiahao who did it.
If the people in Binhai don't dare to make a move, who does?
If Professor Zhong dies, everything will be fine; otherwise, we can only wait.
"Hmph, Zhong Jiahao, he'll just have to wait."
Miss Shen has already come up with a solution.
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Recently, the atmosphere in the Binhai Underground World has been unusually quiet, as if a sense of oppression permeates the air.
Those who used to be noisy and troublesome now seem to have had their souls removed, appearing listless and lacking their former arrogance.
This group of so-called "drug addicts" seemed to be afflicted with illness overnight after consuming the new batch of flour. They became sickly and weak, even walking was difficult, let alone having any energy or spirit.
Ba Ge was sitting in a dimly lit but noisy private room in a bar, his brows furrowed and his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and unease.
Looking around, I found that my brothers were also listless, as if they had all taken laxatives, slumped on the sofa, unable to muster any energy.
Ba Ge pondered to himself, what exactly is going on? Could there really be something wrong with this batch of flour?
After a moment's hesitation, he beckoned to his men to bring over the bag of flour they had bought last time.
His gaze swept around the private room and finally settled on a female hostess.
The woman had a beautiful face and a graceful figure, but at this moment, she seemed somewhat dazed due to the influence of the surrounding atmosphere.
Ba Ge's eyes narrowed, and without the slightest hesitation, he opened the bag of flour, pressed down on the hostess's head, and forced her to swallow the flour all at once.
That bag of flour was quite heavy; even for an adult, it would be a very large intake.
Ba Ge secretly calculated that if there was really no problem with this stuff, then this hostess would probably die suddenly soon, becoming a sacrifice to verify the authenticity of the flour.
However, as time passed, apart from coughing violently a few times and shedding a few tears when the flour was forcibly forced down her throat, the hostess showed no other unusual reactions.
She remained seated there, her eyes vacant and lost, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.
Upon seeing this, Ba Ge was stunned.
How is this possible? Could it really be as rumored, that there's something wrong with this batch of flour?
A sense of foreboding welled up in Ba Ge's heart.
You see, he bought this batch of flour at a high price from a mysterious channel, hoping to make a fortune from it. Now that this situation has occurred, how could he not be extremely anxious?
Ba Ge suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the private room, pondering what to do.
"You, have another serving."
Since you think the flour is fake, let my younger brother try it too.
The younger brother came over nervously and had no choice but to take a big bite.
After a while, there was still no response.
This thing seems to really have a problem.
"Damn it."
Ba Ge smashed the cup in his hand, just as a glamorous woman walked in.
"Brother Ba, what's wrong? Who offended you?"
Brother Ba looked at the newcomer with anger in his eyes, walked over, grabbed the woman's hair and pressed her down.
Who offended me?
Doesn't she know that Guo Qiang is selling counterfeit goods, and that the flour he sold her at a high price was actually fake?
No wonder my brothers all look so listless.
Since that's the case, as Guoqiang's woman, I'll experience my own rage!
Soon, a very miserable act of bullying unfolded in the room.
Now that we've confirmed the flour is fake, we must retaliate!
The atmosphere inside the private room was tense and oppressive. The group of people made a lot of noise, rudely pushing the tables and chairs aside. Several empty wine bottles and overturned wine glasses were scattered on the floor, and the liquid formed a mottled stain on the floor.
The air was filled with a complex scent of alcohol, tobacco, and unease.
After an unknown amount of time, a heavy snakeskin bag was roughly pulled out by several henchmen. The unidentified object inside the bag made a dull thud as they moved, as if it were making a final struggle for the impending storm.
Ba Ge's eyes were filled with coldness as he muttered under his breath, "Since you dared to sell fake flour, you deserve to die! In this industry, no one can escape the punishment they deserve."
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