The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chen Xiangyin squatted outside the Manzhe Miracle Paint Factory for three days and finally waited for a suspicious vehicle.

The lights were turned off in the early hours of the morning, the delivery person wore a cap and a black mask, and the person receiving the goods looked around furtively.

After seeing clearly that the unloaded goods were special cardboard boxes covered with miracle pigments, Chen Xiangyin patted Xuan Guo and said, "Get ready to leave."

The two rented a motorcycle. She couldn't ride it, so she asked Xuanguo to ride it.

Put on your helmet and get on the motorcycle.

The truck finished delivering the goods and drove away without leaving a moment, followed by Chen Xiangyin and Xuan Guo.

Don't dare to turn on your headlights on the road. The suspicious vehicle was driving very fast, and the journey was bumpy and thrilling.

The destination was much further than imagined, and they had already left Manzhe Township.

Under night, the motorcycle passed through stretches of deserted land and finally arrived at a remote village.

At the edge of the village, they stopped their motorcycle.

Chen Xiangyin observed the paint factory from a distance.

There is a high fence surrounding the factory area, with a power grid installed on it.

This place is very desolate, and the high walls and electric grid make it look like a prison.

Chen Xiangyin and Xuanguo took advantage of the cover of the night and quietly walked through the grassland to the back door of the factory where there was no house number.

Although this back door is old, the lock seems to be quite strong.

Chen Xiangyin took out two black hairpins from his bag and fiddled with the lock cylinder skillfully.

Not long after, there was a slight "click" and the door lock was successfully opened.

Xuan Guo gave a thumbs up beside him.

Chen Xiangyin gently pushed open a small crack in the door, and Xuan Guo turned into a black cat and walked in front of her to explore the way.

As soon as he entered the factory, Agarwood smelled a pungent and suffocating smell in the air.

She was choked to tears.

The factory was still busy in the early morning. Not far away, workers were walking in and out of the factory like zombies, with no trace of life on their faces.

In order not to attract attention, they tried to avoid lighted places and relied on the moonlight to move forward.

The layout of the factory is intricate, with raw material warehouses, production workshops, and finished product storage areas.

In front of a dilapidated bungalow that seemed to be used as a temporary warehouse, Chen Xiangyin noticed the iron barrels scattered on the ground. The labels on them were blurred, but the "poisonous" and "dangerous" marks could be vaguely seen.

Shocked in her heart, Chen Xiangyin frowned more and more. What on earth is this place?

Xuanguo's front paws quietly stretched forward, and two furry ears stood up on his round head, always alert.

Just as they were trying to approach a larger production workshop, they suddenly heard the roar of machines and the coughs of workers coming from inside.

Agarwood looked close to the window and saw workers operating crude machines in dim light. There were piles of various barrels piled around, and colored dust was floating in the air.

The workers' faces were full of fatigue, and the skin on their hands had become rough and ulcerated due to long-term exposure to harmful chemicals.

Their movements were mechanical and slow, obviously the result of overwork and compromised health.

Chen Xiang felt a strong sense of nausea and anger. She took out her phone and clicked on the photo.

The ugly ghost's body was covered in colorful pustules, just like those on the workers.

How many years can they live in such an environment? !

A worker in the corner slowed down slightly because of the unbearable pain from the wound on his hand, and was immediately kicked hard by the supervisor.

The worker fell to the ground, but did not dare to make any sound. He could only endure the pain, with fear and pleading in his eyes.

Xuan Guo clenched his fists, Chen Xiangyin patted his shoulder, shook his head and whispered: "Now is not the time."

Chen Xiangyin guessed that these people were not free.

High walls and electric grids are used to trap them.

Isn't such a remote black workshop, full of poisonous paint, and full of miracles, a conscientious enterprise?

It does charity and has built primary schools, libraries, and parks in Manzhe Township. It is a paradise for migrant workers and a great benevolent god in the hearts of Manzhe people.

Could it be that the pigment factory branch is responsible for this and has nothing to do with the Manzhe headquarters?

While carefully walking between the factory buildings, recording and shooting, I could occasionally hear muffled crying or weak coughing coming from a corner.

It is like a hell on earth, where the lives and health of workers are ruthlessly squeezed.

These workers are like prisoners trapped in this poisonous place. They have no freedom and can only survive in this harsh environment!

The sky was slightly bright, and as much evidence as possible was recorded, including the original paint bucket with the Miracle anti-counterfeiting mark printed all over it.

The two decided to evacuate first.

On the road, Xuanguo rode fast, the howling wind in the wilderness covered all the sounds, and the morning glow lit up little by little at the end of the road.

Chen Xiangyin was very silent, she was afraid.

Looking back, the toneless voice in her mind told her with certainty that she would not win this time.

Greed for money is dangerous, and the people who are harmed are neither humans nor ghosts, immoral and corrupt, greedy and swallowing treasures.

If... the miracle that is regarded as a temple is related to the greed for money, has she won it?

Although he was in the spring tropics, Chen Xiangyin felt cold all over.

Every image of the workers' eyes and the ulcers on their bodies in the dark workshop lingered in her mind, and the unpleasant smell still lingered in her nose.

Behind the glamour, there is devastation.

Chen Xiangyin secretly hoped that there would be no problem with the full-coverage miracle, but someone in the pigment factory colluded with the black workshop to reduce costs.

She was anxious to verify this.

If there is no problem at Manzhe Miracle Headquarters, she will rescue the workers in the black workshop as soon as possible.

Where are the people staying in that place? !

But if... there is something wrong with Manzha Miracle, would it be useful for her to call the police?

My head is a bit big. Before Li Hongyang's matter was clear, another emergency came in!

Besides...He Chongtian hasn't been back for three days.

Don't be so enthusiastic, she never called and asked, she didn't know where he was.

Now that I think about it, turning to him for help is the fastest way.

Yes, I came to see him for business, not because I was curious about where he was and what he was doing.

……

He Chongtian ran away from home.

After Xuanguo told him, Chen Xiangyin asked him to avoid it.

She didn't even greet him personally, and she didn't even meet him face to face to ask someone to tell him.

The same thing happened the night before. She left him to go drinking with others and threw him in the car. She thought he came back too early and pushed him out the door to let him go.

He knew that she was investigating corruption, and he wanted to help, but the only thing Chen Xiangyin asked him to help was: stay away from her.

He Chongtian was simmering with anger - he thought I was in the way, so why should I leave?

For three days after leaving, Chen Xiangyin didn't even send a message or ask any questions.

Early morning, hotel.

On the white sheets, He Tingtian was wrapped in a bath towel, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

Suddenly the phone rang!

He Chongtian closed his eyes and frowned, until it rang three times, he quickly picked up the phone and answered it.

"Hey..." He Chongtian lazily drawled a long, low and sexy voice.

"Mr. He! I found Li Hongyang's high school graduation photo! Where are you? I'll send it to you!"