Chapter 2859: Brainless Thing

"What do you mean?" Ye Zhen's eyes narrowed as he looked at Zhang Zuo and asked, "Do you know something?"

Zhang Zuo laughed triumphantly, but when the corner of his eye caught what seemed like a smile on Zhou Andong's face, his triumphant laugh froze on his face, and the words he was about to say immediately changed.

"I know a lot—what are you asking?"

Ye Zhen narrowed his eyes: "Zhang Zuo, are you trying to pull a fast one on me?"

Zhang Zuo shuddered—this was the first time he felt a sense of crisis, and also the first time he hated his own mouth: "Ah, you mean the Yin Seal? Is that hard to understand?"

This brat's eyes darted around: "The Yin family—none of them are any good, especially Yin Mo and Yin Xuan, those two brothers. One deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces, the other deserves to be sliced ten thousand times..."

"Pfft!" Shi Mengjiao, who had been listening to the commotion, burst out laughing, then quickly raised her hand: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Don't laugh—whether it was intentional or not doesn't matter." Zhang Zuo waved his hand generously: "As for Yin Mo, I won't even mention him—that trash was arrested in Jiangzhou, and Zhou... Elder Brother knows the reason better than anyone. You can ask him.

Today we're talking about Yin Xuan—we all grew up in Sijiucheng, so even if we haven't seen him, we've definitely heard about the things he's done. He's universally despised, hated by ten thousand women.

You tell me—this kind of trash, this kind of menace, his enemies must be everywhere, and those wanting his life must be countless. I think his disappearance this time isn't necessarily him fleeing guilt—maybe he was sliced up and thrown into the sea by his enemies to feed the fish. So, finding him would be a miracle.

Ye Zhen snorted coldly—Zhang Zuo was spouting nonsense, and of course she could tell, but she didn't press further. In her view, the conflict between Yin Xuan and Zhou Andong was the greatest, and Yin Xuan's sudden disappearance must be related to that sly little fox Zhou Andong. As for Zhang Zuo, he's probably just the pawn Zhou Andong used—like pulling out a plug after stealing a donkey.

But Ye Jun nodded seriously: "What Zhang Zuo said actually makes sense—I've just never had the chance, otherwise I'd have already killed Yin Mo and Yin Xuan."

"Shut up!"

"Smack!"

Ye Zhen shouted, chopsticks flying from her hand and smacking accurately into Ye Jun's face: "Brainless thing!"

Ye Zhen gritted her teeth in anger, not knowing what sin the Ye family had committed to produce such a fool—his intelligence isn't even up to Zhang Zuo's level of a half-wit. Not saying everyone in the Ye family is smart, but there's truly no one as stupid as Ye Jun.

"Fourth Sister Ye!" Zhou Andong advised: "Although the eldest nephew's intelligence is a bit lacking, this is innate—can't blame him. As elders, we just need to teach him more."

"I your mother..." Ye Jun's face suddenly flushed red, he opened his mouth to curse, but thinking of Zhou Andong's scheming, he snapped his mouth shut.

Zhou Andong ignored Ye Jun, lowered his head and continued reading the newspaper—the news about the explosion at the Jin Province distillery took up half the page, the ink smell still lingering with dread. But after reading the report, he realized the real cause of the explosion wasn't this accident—it was the investigation team uncovering that over a dozen distilleries had collectively run naked through their safety底裤.

A medium-to-large liquor enterprise, shouting its safety lifeline to the heavens, holding a national model unit for safety production plaque, yet in the workshop, the raw grain pulverization area had never even conducted the most basic dust explosion risk assessment.

The dust explosion prevention safety standard was just a sheet of paper—companies pasted it on the wall, wrote it in financial reports, but never moved it half a step into the workshop. In many distillery owners' calculations, installing a set of explosion-proof equipment would cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, but the money saved by cutting corners could be used to fill tens of thousands more bottles of liquor, exchanged for real gold and silver.

They took the fact that nothing had happened in over a decade as ironclad proof of their safety management competence, and treated the daily routine of frontline workers shuttling through dust clouds as gambling chips...

Qiu Qiu asked: "How is it?"

Zhou Andong exhaled, handed the newspaper to Qiu Qiu: "Take a look!"

Qiu Qiu took the newspaper and read it carefully, while Zhou Andong, Ye Zhen, and the others fell silent, just eating quietly. For a moment, the private room was filled only with the sound of clinking cups and plates and eating—very quiet.