Chapter 8
Although Stewart's wife was stopped in the end, the Ministry of Agriculture still found out about it.
——From the letters of complaint from the public.
The chaos at the Stewart household was so great that even the veterinarian, Andre, joined the fray.
They didn't notice the neighbors passing by who were disturbed. Someone was worried that something had happened, so he called the police station and quietly approached to listen to what had happened.
Then, the news spread like wildfire.
The Ministry of Agriculture and the police arrived at the scene, and all the troublemakers were taken to the police station. The Ministry of Agriculture left someone to guard the scene while another group returned to Denham to find someone who could help them understand the situation.
"I see," said Old Ferry, nodding as he put on his suit jacket. "I'd really like to take on this job, but I'm sorry, I've booked a train in an hour. Perhaps Lingert can help you."
After saying that, he nudged the young man beside him and said, "Vellenlingert, you should remember this name. He was the one who discovered the cow in Ferdinand's family that had brain disease last time. Of course, he's the one who discovered it this time too."
Mr. Ferri and the man from the Ministry of Agriculture briefly explained what had happened in the tavern yesterday.
However, he didn't reveal the whole story, only stating, "Lingert noticed something was wrong with the chickens, but the Stewarts have their own private veterinarian, so we didn't overstep our bounds in our investigation."
This is to give all the credit and glory to the young man next to him, and also help him get rid of all the troubles.
After hearing this, the people from the Ministry of Agriculture's eyes changed from suspicion to surprise.
"It's you, Villenlingert! I remember you!" The man's hair was combed back with hair oil. He was wearing a black suit with all the buttons buttoned tightly. Even the dark blue tie was not crooked at all. He looked capable and old-fashioned.
He shook hands with Lin Weilun and said, "The last incident with the cows infected with brain cysts was very impressive. You saved a lot of people! Well, I'll ask for your help again this time. Don't worry, the Ministry of Agriculture will pay you at the 'outsourced' rate."
Lin Weilun bowed slightly to Mr. Ferry before shaking the man in the black suit's hand and smiling, "It's an honor."
The Ministry of Agriculture brought people to the Stewart family's farm.
The two workers were trembling, their faces as pale as if they had just crawled out of the grave.
They watched a young, unfamiliar veterinarian walk in, and the trembling in their hearts instantly turned to confusion.
"It's not Mr. Ferry?"
"Is this the new veterinarian from the Ferri family? He's so young, probably just graduated from college not long ago? What can he see?"
The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
God bless them! They might be able to get away with it!
However, a few minutes later, the young man shattered their beautiful expectations.
"These are sick chickens, and those are healthy chickens." Lin Weilun wiped his hands. "There's something wrong with their feed. The fish bones and internal organs used as nutritional supplements have rotted and moldy."
These feeds are all money, so after discovering it, Stewart did not choose to throw away the feed, but fed it directly to the chickens, which is also the main cause of gout and fatty liver.
Of course, by the time the discovery was made, the feed had already been almost completely consumed. A new batch was still on the way. If the incident hadn't happened to be exposed, no one would have ever known how many sick chickens they had eaten.
The workers looked at him as if he were an evil ghost, filled with fear and despair.
I thought he was just a useless brat, but who knew he was actually faster and more accurate than old Ferry!
The facts are right before our eyes, and there is no point in hiding them.
So the two workers trembled as they explained everything, exactly the same as what Lin Weilun had said.
"Our boss really has no other choice. Regular feed is just... just too expensive..." one of the workers said tremblingly. "Imported chicken from Canada is as low as 3 pence per pound, almost half as cheap as ours... If we don't proactively lower the price of these sick chickens and reduce costs at the source... I'm afraid it won't be long before no vendors will be willing to buy our chicken... We'll go bankrupt..."
Lin Weilun paused, turned his head and looked at the worker deeply.
However, the Ministry of Agriculture didn't care about the workers' excuses at all. The look in their eyes when they looked at Lin Weilun changed from surprise to admiration.
This guy is really not simple.
All of Stewart's sick chickens were taken away by truck, and the entire farm was sealed off. The Department of Agriculture will issue a fine based on the number of sick chickens and will also file a lawsuit against Stewart.
This daring chicken farmer will not only have to pay a fine but will also face imprisonment.
This of course includes veterinarian Andre who signed the "slaughter health certificate" for it, but the people from the Ministry of Agriculture did not clearly state what punishment Andre would receive.
However, the story was not over yet, they drove to the market in Denham town.
After being arrested and taken to the police station, the families of the vendors left behind were simply unable to dispose of all the evidence on their own.
The Ministry of Agriculture caught them red-handed.
No one dared to deny their ignorance in front of a highly skilled veterinarian, so the matter was handled unusually smoothly.
All vendors involved will face compensation and a 15-day ban for rectification.
Such a lively atmosphere is rare, and the market is packed with people inside and outside.
Everyone was indignant and furious about this.
"It's unbelievable how these black-hearted devils could do such a thing! I can't even begin to fathom how much disgusting chicken I've eaten!"
"I was just wondering why I've been feeling dizzy and anxious lately. Oh my God! The hospital... I have to go to the hospital...! Pay my medical bills, these bastards!"
"They'll go to hell, you filthy bastards! Pay the money!"
"Why wasn't there any inspection? Why did the Ministry of Agriculture allow such things to be sold in the market? You should be held accountable for this!"
“If we can’t even guarantee the quality of the meat, what are we going to do in the future?!”
The Ministry of Agriculture has professionals who handle similar situations. They were nonchalant, their hands spread wide. "Come on, we're busy too, okay? Ma'am, I hope you understand we can't monitor every inch. We've tried our best, honestly."
An expensive Bentley was parked not far from the market, its window open, and Count Philip's dark brown eyes were watching the boiling farce.
…..He had just eaten a few pieces of herb-fried chicken last night.
"Come closer and take a look at the details." The count ordered the servant behind the car, who immediately dived into the crowd from the side.
"We discovered this early on," the man in the black suit said, saluting. "The Ministry of Agriculture has gone to great lengths to recruit true professionals. Please believe that we will be able to cull all the diseased chickens as quickly as possible and provide everyone with a safe dining environment as soon as possible."
He deliberately took a few steps back to make way for the people behind him.
"Oh my god, what a handsome guy!" A girl watching couldn't help but exclaimed, "Is he also from the Ministry of Agriculture?"
"No," the bakery owner said, pushing her way through the crowd, smiling broadly. "He's the new veterinarian hired by the Ferry Clinic. He's a graduate of the Royal Veterinary College and a very good kid."
"Ferry Clinic" enjoys a high reputation in the town of Denham, and people are deeply impressed by Ferry's rigor and responsibility.
This name gave them a little more trust in the young face in front of them, but it was only "one point".
"He's a little too young. Can he really do it? He's not just someone randomly sent here by the Ministry of Agriculture, right?"
"Andre was just arrested. Who knows if he is as evil-hearted as Andre?"
"I don't trust vets anymore, seriously. They're all just money-hungry veterinarians!"
"Why didn't old Ferry come in person? Is Ferry Clinic starting to shirk responsibility by sending away a recent graduate?"
"Mr. Lingert's expertise is unquestionable," the man in the black suit said with a sincere smile. "And this time, the diseased chicken disaster was exposed entirely because of him! He was the first to discover it, and it was he who helped us avoid the harm of these unscrupulous businessmen. Please trust him."
The crowd's eyes fell on the young man, some grateful, some surprised, some curious, some suspicious, and some gloating.
Of course, there are some differences.
The girls gathered together and chirped, "Oh my god, look at his eyes, they are as bright as the afternoon sky."
"I've never seen such a handsome man, and he's from London!"
"Although his clothes are a bit worn, he doesn't look like a respectable gentleman!"
The discussion gradually became distorted. Lin Weilun did not respond at all, and did not even look up. He just completed the task quickly and appropriately.
"Great job." The man in the black suit from the Ministry of Agriculture leaned on his waist with both hands, looking at his watch in disbelief. "It only took us less than half an hour to collect all the diseased chickens. Honestly, I really admire your eyesight... It's like, you can tell whether the chicken is healthy or not just by looking at it."
Lin Weilun pretended not to hear the suspicion in his words and politely said, "It's hot, so finishing early means we can rest early. You and your people must be very tired. You can send these chickens to the inspection room, where they will complete the final inspection."
The man in the black suit stared at him, then smiled and nodded. "You're really great, Mr. Lingert, really. I hope I can have the opportunity to work with you again next time. Denham Town is lucky to have such an excellent veterinarian like you. Well, thank you for your support today. Your consultation fee will be sent to you within a week. By the way."
At the end, the man in the black suit finally seemed to remember something and introduced himself, "My name is Clydesormo, and I'm the Deputy Minister of Agriculture for Denham Town. If you need anything in the future, you can come directly to the Ministry of Agriculture to find me."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Somo," Lin Weilun packed up his toolbox and blinked. "I'll look forward to the consultation fee as much as I look forward to the sunrise."
This made Clyde laugh and he gave the young man a big hug.
While waiting for the car to arrive, Lin Weilun relaxed his back as he walked.
In fact, when working for the government and building trust, what is important is not that little bit of medical consultation fee, but other more important things.
For example, as Mr. Ferry once said - reputation, and deeper invisible benefits.
Not far from the market, the servant hurriedly turned around and told his master everything beside the sedan.
"Vellenlingert?" Count Philip sat back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the tall and thin figure.
Lingert was walking past the car. His suit, though old and gray, was clean.
Interesting, a food inspector and an excellent veterinarian?
Philip knocked on the car window and the driver immediately restarted the car.
"To the police station," said the Count. "Lundin is there, and I must know what kind of meat I ate yesterday."
There, he heard the name "Vellenlingert" for the second time.
Lundin put all the blame on the young man, he spent a full five pounds! Just for now!
"I immediately asked Lingert for help, sir," the fat chef had been released from prison. He had paid bail and did not need to be imprisoned any longer. However, the worst was far from over.
The sick chicken incident also affected foxes and hounds. Lundin could almost foresee a sharp drop in customer base, and he had to do everything he could to recover it.
At this time, we must not offend the count, otherwise the last few customers will be completely wiped out.
The fat chef kept wiping the sweat off his face and raised his finger to swear, "You...you can go and question him. He and I have repeatedly assured me that the chicken you ate is absolutely healthy!"
Before Philip could say anything, the chief constable began to claim credit, "Don't worry, Count. The leftover chicken you ate last night has been sent to the laboratory along with the chicken from the market. The results will be out in three days."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sheriff concealed the personal belongings of another person on the table.
Andre hid behind the corner and rolled his eyes. These greedy leeches squeezed a high fine from him and even collected an extra bail!
That crappy deputy minister Clyde, he appears to be a gentleman on the surface, but secretly he is greedier than the landlord!
Most of his life savings were lost here!
The farce did not cool down because of the Ministry of Agriculture's departure. On the contrary, as more and more people knew about it, the whole thing seemed like a volcanic eruption.
In the streets and alleys of Denham Town, people can be heard cursing everywhere, cursing unscrupulous businessmen and irresponsible Ministry of Agriculture. Ultimately, what is realized is the government's neglect of agriculture.
"If the government hadn't given any support to agriculture and instead bought a lot of cheap meat from other countries, how could those people take such risks for such a small profit?"
"We're almost out of subsidies! If there's a problem with the feed on my farm, I don't know what to do! The government wants all its farmers to go on strike!"
"So we deserve everything we've endured?" someone retorted. "We just want to eat some healthy and safe meat. What's wrong with that?"
"And we paid for it! It's not like we're eating your food for free!"
Lin Weilun picked up the paper bag containing the bread and held it separately from the fresh potatoes he had bought.
He was staying at the clinic tonight, and Mrs. Alma had washed his dirty clothes and given him money to buy groceries, so he planned to cook something in return.
Before leaving the market, Lin Weilun bought some wild porcini and mushrooms, which, when mixed together, will become an unparalleled flavor bomb.
As for the main course, Mrs. Alma said there was some veal left over, so she would make beef roulade with a thick sauce, seasoned with cloves, cumin, and fresh ginger root.
This is his specialty, and he once won a star with this dish.
The housekeeper's wife was so excited about it that she even took out her treasured sherry collection, which she had last opened when old Ferry's son got married.
But today was destined to be a busy day. When Lin Weilun had just lit the stove, the phone in the clinic suddenly rang frantically.
Alma picked up the phone and heard a heartbreaking roar from the other end, "Help me! Something happened to my little Narcissus! She was scared by a thylacine and gave birth prematurely!!"
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