Rural Shennong

As soon as Chen Ping arrived at a seafood restaurant in the old street of the Chinese district in Angel City, he saw many reporters gathered outside the restaurant.

These reporters dragged in and out of customers to interview, which made those customers burnt out.

The business in the store has also been greatly affected, and it has long since lost its previous popularity.

A blond female reporter saw Chen Ping coming, her eyes lit up, and she ran over immediately, and the microphone was almost in Chen Ping's mouth: "You are the boss here, Mr. Er Dongping, right?"

"Does your restaurant use those blood-stained seafood?"

"Don't you think it's a crime to exchange human life for these luxury foods?"

Chen Ping rushed all the way into the store, ignoring the reporter at all, Zhang Haowen and a few shop assistants blocked the reporter from the door, and Chen Ping could still hear her questioning loudly.

When he arrived at the office, Chen Ping saw Kang Qing and asked with a gloomy expression, "I need an explanation, what's going on!"

Kang Qing picked up a stack of newspapers and handed them to Chen Ping: "You read this first, and then I will explain to you."

Chen Ping picked up the newspaper and took a look. The headlines in the major newspapers in Angel City were all horrifying.

"Blooded Seafood! "

"Old Chinatown, do you eat seafood or human flesh?" "

Seeing the content under these titles, Chen Ping's face became even darker, like ashes at the bottom of a pot.

The matter of using human life to chase the sea on the beach was exposed by the media, coupled with the fanning by some people with a heart, it quickly aroused resistance from the whole society, at least on the surface.

Chen Ping took a deep breath: "We didn't use those seafood, why would we be classified as eating human blood steamed buns?"

Kang Qing explained: "Three days ago, the restaurant controlled by the gang alliance on the old street suddenly got a large amount of high-quality seafood."

"Subsequently, a large number of reporters came to interview and asked where the seafood was obtained from."

"The people in those restaurants were silent, hesitated, and refused to explain."

"Soon some passers-by said that these seafood were piled out of the sea by relying on human lives."

"Those who were interviewed also said that the seafood in all seafood restaurants in the old and new areas of Chinatown and Baodao District come from this way."

"Our restaurant also operates top-quality seafood, so we were implicated."

“There was also a protest downtown.”

"So many high-rollers are afraid to come again due to the pressure of public opinion."

"Since yesterday, the restaurants controlled by the old street gangs have stopped serving high-quality seafood, saying that they are responding to the protests of the people and getting lost."

"But they still let the seagoers continue to risk their lives on the beach."

"Now the pressure is all on our side."

Chen Ping understood that it was the old street gangs united to pour dirty water on him.

There are still people who are catching up with the sea, and the seafood restaurants under his banner are the only ones that are still operating.

That means that all the so-called "high-quality seafood" obtained by those who risked their lives to catch the sea were all sold here, and he became the only villain who ate human blood steamed buns.

As for the passers-by and the media, Chen Ping guessed with his toes, and he could guess that they were the members of the old street gang and the media bought by them.

Chen Ping frowned and said, "Are these demonstrators out of their minds?"

"Catching the sea can at most get some rotten fish and rotten shrimps. Where can I get the best seafood? Don't they think about it?"

Kang Qing smiled wryly and said, "Boss, you have been in China for a long time, and you don't understand the national conditions of Citigroup."

"Citigroup's education level is very polarized. The elite class is very powerful, but the general public generally has low IQ, or even anti-IQ, and lacks an understanding of basic attempts."

"Until now, many people in Citigroup still don't believe that the earth is round, and they still think that drinking laundry detergent can cure a bad cold. Do you think this can happen in China?"

Chen Ping asked: "How do these old street gangs get the best seafood?"

Kang Qing explained: "I still got the inside information through some eyeliners in the Huhai Gang."

"The First Elder Sun Xingji left the customs a few days ago. Lin Zhiju sent Sun Xingji and the Second Elder Berukovich to escort a fleet out to sea and got a large amount of seafood."

"They sold this batch of seafood to seafood restaurants controlled by gang forces on this side of Old Street."

"I have already contacted Li Liting and asked her to control the giant tortoise lurking in the offshore area."

"When Sun Xingji and Berukovich went to sea for the second time, their fleet was completely sunk. Unfortunately, Sun Xingji and Berukovich were not able to stay and let them escape."

Chen Ping sneered: "This is a beautiful job."

"That's why they announced that the people would protest accordingly, and that they would find their way back. In fact, there would be no high-quality seafood to sell."

Kang Qing said in a low voice: "Boss, why don't we just invite some media reporters to go out to sea with us and take pictures of our seafood fishing process, so the rumors will naturally be dispelled."

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows: "Have you ever heard of breaking ten thousand laws with one force?"

Kang Qing was slightly taken aback: "What did you say?"

Chen Ping said flatly: "I mean, any conspiracy is a pile of shit in the face of absolute power!"

Kang Qing's face was dull. Her father Kang Jingming had said this to her before he died.

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Hongfu Restaurant is the largest restaurant in Chinatown in the old district, not one of them.

The owner of the restaurant is Teng Ye, the underground king of the old district.

At noon today, the sun was shining brightly, and the hall on the top floor of Hongfu Restaurant was full of voices and guests.

In the center of the hall is a long table, surrounded by round tables.

Those who can be placed on the long table, even if it is only a side seat, are the leaders of a certain gang in the old street, and they are well-known figures.

Master Teng sat at the head of the long table, watching with a blank expression as the leader of a gang dragged the waiter who was serving food into his arms wantonly and frivolously.

The waiter was about to cry in fright, but he dared not speak out.

The last waiter who was serving food, just because he dodged when he was molested, was dragged by the head with a scar on his face, and slapped more than a dozen slaps left and right, and passed out.

The blood on the ground has not dried yet.

The head of the Scar Gang opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Master Teng, it's still your girl Shui Ling."

Master Teng smiled slightly and said, "San'er, if you like it, I'll give her to you. After drinking, you can take her back!"

The head of the Scar Gang's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Lord Teng, for your reward!"

The girl turned pale with fright: "Master Teng, my husband is still waiting for me at home, I can't..."

Before she finished speaking, the head of the Scar Gang was about to slap her: "Stinky bitch, you are looking for death!"

Before his slap was fully raised, a chopstick shot in from outside the door suddenly, and with a "do", it nailed his hand to the table.