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Chapter 329: Carnivore Carnival Party

~8 min read 1,425 words

Looking at Master Fuli, who was standing on the roof of the car holding a rectangular box high, even though he was carrying a saddlebag on his chest, Wang Ya's gaze fell on Master Fuli's "bells" when she looked directly at him.

Although Wang Ya was trying hard to restrain herself, the "bells" were like a pendulum used by a hypnotist, or like a black hole vortex, firmly attracting all of Wang Ya's mind.

And looking down further, she could see Master Fuli's carefully trimmed nails, and his toes like garlic cloves.

The fur on the fox's little feet seemed to be meticulously groomed, with every tip distinct.

Wang Ya didn't even dare to imagine how soft it would be when Master Fuli kicked her in the face.

"Factory? What thing is building a factory on what thing?"

An Sheng, who was scanning the chemical plant, was stunned when he heard what Wang Ya said.

Someone built a factory on that grave?

How could a factory be built there? Before, Wang Ya had clearly stated that the ruins had already surfaced, which caused Wang Ya's car to crash.

Although An Sheng was not a civil engineering major, he also knew that buildings needed to dig soil and lay foundations before construction.

How did that factory boss lay the foundation for such a large ancient ruin?

But when An Sheng thought of this, he seemed to have thought of something again, and frowned as he asked Wang Ya:

"Was the factory you mentioned built by our state-owned enterprises, central enterprises, or affiliated enterprises?"

Wang Ya shook her head.

"When I located the address, I found that a ceramic factory was built on the ruins. It is located in the Tiechuan area, which is a famous hometown of Yaozhou porcelain. After I saw the ceramic factory's data, I immediately realized something was wrong."

"When I continued to investigate the board members of the ceramic factory, I traced it to Chancheng. The major shareholder of the ceramic factory is a large tile factory in Chancheng. And on the board of directors of the tile factory, I separately traced the 'Saint Lucy Art Group' from Italy and a marble exporter from France."

"This is too weird..." Wang Ya said to Master Fuli:

"Although I don't want to say it like this, I feel that behind the death of Bena, something might have happened that we are temporarily unable to trace."

Wang Ya's words were not tactful, even directly pointing out the weirdness she had investigated.

Bena, from Italy, died in the ruins.

Three years later, on the land where she passed away, a ceramic factory invested by her hometown was built.

Moreover, when that ceramic factory was built, there was no news of any ancient tomb being unearthed. According to the records Wang Ya flipped through in the city construction museum, the ceramic factory hired a large number of foreign engineers and large groups that Wang Ya could not trace when it was built.

Bena's death might not have been hidden at all.

But it was as if someone had sensed something and stretched out an invisible hand to smooth over the truth about Bena's death.

And the invisible hand manipulating behind the scenes secretly built a ceramic factory on the land where Bena died through investment.

Ruin excavation would dig up a massive amount of soil; it was impossible to dig secretly.

But what if a ceramic factory was built on top of it, and the local soil happened to be suitable for firing porcelain?

"Oh no, the dead foreigners are addicted to stealing again!"

After An Sheng thought slightly, the book title "The Tea Thief" suddenly popped into his mind, and he let out a ying sound, almost jumping up to curse.

A considerable number of people engaged in the tea industry and tea culture have read "The Tea Thief."

The story in the book tells of an employee of the East India Company who talks about "borrowing tea trees" in the Xia Kingdom and packing tea masters to cultivate them all over the world. After their tea trees were planted, they splashed dirty water on Xia Kingdom tea.

Like illegal additives, running away after drinking it, or being covered in some disease, they made up whatever rumors were comfortable, not talking about physics at all.

At first, when An Sheng read that book, the first half was full of unhappiness and anger, but after seeing the content later, he looked at the words in the book with a strange face.

Do a group of guys who drink tea that has undergone long-distance sea transport, been damp, and molded understand what good tea is?

If you drink high-grade broken tea every day, I won't pick on you.

I don't know what happened before, but as far as it is now, the scraps swept from the floor of my tea warehouse, even with dust, are better than your tea.

Although the foreigners were all talking nonsense, for some people who didn't understand tea at all, the news released from official sources couldn't be fake, right?

Xia Kingdom tea was hit during that period. Because of the lack of channels and certain reasons, it was stigmatized for a long time, including now; some foreigners think that the origin of tea is Bharat.

After listening to Wang Ya's narration, An Sheng immediately thought of his unhappiness when he read "The Tea Thief."

First, find an excuse, occupy it as your own, and then splash dirty water on the original factory site, right?

"I know everything about the matter. In a while, I will go over and tie up the hands of the Italian people, so they can't say anything. However, before that, you go and notify Housekeeper Lin, saying, call Lin Ying and notify her to come to Chang'an to receive the banner."

An Sheng raised his little fox paws and told Wang Ya his thoughts.

But before that, he still needed to deal with the things inside the chemical plant.

Master Fuli gripped the wooden stick and went outside the chemical plant to break off a few branches and handed them to the bears.

And during this waiting time, An Sheng and Fatty Cat didn't idle. Everything that could be dismantled in the chemical plant was dismantled, and what couldn't be dismantled was kicked with feet, leaving one fox footprint or bear paw print after another on the pipes.

The bear demolition team entered, smoke and dust splashed, and the workers huddled in the corner, trembling.

"Old Wang! Where did the people go? How could you not discover someone burning the factory building! Do you still want your salary?"

"Where is that rich brat? Hurry up and bring him to the table for me!"

A Mercedes-Benz drove from the main entrance. He didn't notice the big hole behind the factory building at all. After the man got off the car, although he noticed a series of "rumbling" sounds coming from inside the factory, he didn't pay too much attention to those little things, just thinking that someone had started the material shredder at night.

He saw that the security room was empty, cursed, and went to push the small door in the middle of the double-opening factory gate, preparing to enter the factory to check on things and properly blackmail the dead brat's parents.

Just.

When he raised his hand to push the small door, it was as if he had triggered a taboo. The whole double-opening gate trembled, the bolts on the doorpost flew out one by one, and the iron gate weighing several hundred pounds crashed to the ground, collapsing outside the road.

"Boom—"

The whole gate crashed down, heavily hitting the roof of the Mercedes-Benz.

The man pushing the door stood in front of the small door, maintaining the pushing posture from the very beginning.

He stood in a very good position. When the whole gate collapsed, he happened to pass through the small door. Except for eating a mouthful of dirt, he had no damage.

The terrified man hadn't recovered from the life-threatening event just now, and he saw an even more outrageous and crazy scene inside the chemical plant.

The man was stunned, the whole person was stupid.

"I..."

"Was I crushed to death by the gate and traveled to the world of Zootopia?"

"The panda is wearing a reflective vest and a construction hat on its head, dismantling the wall..."

"The fox is waving a baton..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 330 =====

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