Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 68 - 41: Garbage Cotton Used to Cut Costs

Mother Nie never expected that an ordinary piece of clothing could cause such a disaster.

Although she still had doubts in her heart, from the previous conversation, she understood that Mu Yunchu was not a simple person.

So instead of scolding like before, she planned to clear things up.

If it’s true, her son’s life would be ruined.

"Why is it because the clothes are toxic?" She grabbed one of the coats.

But she had touched it for so long, and there seemed to be no problem at all.

"It might be okay for a normal person to wear," Mu Yunchu replied, "The factory that made this clothing used garbage cotton.

If it’s worn by a normal person, at least the effects aren’t immediate. Unfortunately, your relative already had underlying health issues."

The chemical substances inside were quickly inhaled by the relative, who had no chance to resist due to low immunity, directly causing complications leading to death.

When the police came to investigate, they quickly identified the garbage cotton in the clothes and subsequently arrested Nie Chengyu.

"Even if he didn’t do it deliberately, the fact remains that the person died because of him."

With good intentions, yet Nie Chengyu ended up in prison.

A boy who should have had a bright future was completely ruined just like that.

And the online users captured a key phrase from Mu Yunchu’s words.

[Garbage cotton???]

[Does it mean the cotton in the clothes is made from garbage?]

[I’ve heard of this, that some unscrupulous factories, to cut costs, use low-quality or inferior materials and fillings when making thicker clothes for autumn and winter. In severe cases, there might even be harmful substances like formaldehyde, benzene PVC inside...]

[It’s not just clothes, but also quilts, sofas, car seats, and so on... all could be the same.]

[Are these manufacturers crazy? How could they ignore human lives just for profit?]

[Well, I once heard the phrase ’With a conscience, you can’t be capitalistic.’]

[Gosh, then how can we prevent this? Isn’t this like committing invisible suicide?]

[Uh... in cases like yours, maybe the only way is to dismantle the clothes to check.]

...

Nie Chengyu fully trusted Mu Yunchu, not for any other reason, just for those few words just spoken.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that his mother seemed to still have doubts. Without any hesitation, he walked straight to the kitchen, grabbed a pair of scissors, and before she could react, cut through the middle of the coat.

At that moment,

The brown-black cotton inside spilled out, scattered on the ground, and emitted a faint stench.

This was conclusive evidence laid out before them. Recalling Mu Yunchu’s previous words, Mother Nie’s legs went weak, and she sat directly onto the sofa behind her.

A surge of fear after the fact.

[Look, the cotton inside the clothes is out.]

[Oh my! It’s true, the cotton is black!]

[Did you see it? I don’t know if I was seeing things, but I thought I saw a bug flying out of it just now.]

[Help... Is this garbage cotton really made from various kinds of trash?]

[Ugh...]

...

Nie Chengyu bowed his head, deep in thought.

For a moment, he didn’t know whether he was happy to have ’escaped death’ or angry at the factory’s ’malevolence.’

Unconsciously, he clenched his fists, seemingly suppressing something in his eyes.

Mu Yunchu, observing the emotional change, did not rush to speak.

Instead, he waited until Mother Nie reacted and wanted to confront the vendor, then he spoke.

"It’s useless; he’s already gone by now."

"And ultimately, these clothes weren’t made by him either."

The vendor merely sourced low-priced goods from certain ’channels.’

Of course, this doesn’t mean he’s blameless, as people who engage in such trades frequently are well aware that such cheap clothes are bound to have issues.

So he didn’t dare to set up shop openly in the market, but rather chose to sell between hidden buildings, waiting for ’destined people’ like Mother Nie.

"Ultimately, the problem lies with the factory behind the scenes."

One vendor disappears, but there will be another. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Only by eliminating the factory can such incidents be prevented.

[The broadcaster is right! Which factory is it? We should report it now and force it to go bankrupt!]

[You seem to think it’s too simple; shutting down such factories isn’t easy. If they have some connections... it’s even more difficult.]

[I can’t believe that if enough of us report it together, it won’t work. No one can guarantee they won’t end up buying such clothes; what if they’re selling substandard products as good ones?]

[The main issue is we don’t have evidence. This factory has passed numerous inspections; they must have some tricks up their sleeves.]

...

This question hit a sore spot for the netizens.

They had no evidence.

"Without evidence... we’ll just have to find some," Mu Yunchu said casually, his eyes wandering aside.

Then, as expected, Nie Chengyu, who was standing still, swayed a bit.

He took a deep breath, as if making a decision.

"I’ll go find it!"

[???]

Mother Nie: ???

Everyone looked at him in amazement.

They were more perplexed than surprised.

[Brother, I know your intentions are good, but don’t set out just yet... Things are complex; we should plan carefully.]

But Nie Chengyu shook his head resolutely.

"I can do it."

This was his dream.

Before being forced down the path of science, he always wanted to become a journalist.

A news reporter who could expose the truth.

Mu Yunchu saw this in him from the start, his struggle over his future path.

His mother’s expectations and his own genuine desires were completely different paths.

Whenever he recalled this, it left him breathless.

Even though he didn’t continue studying journalism, he had been secretly accepting assignments to hone his writing skills, and now he had achieved some success.

This was why he had more pocket money.

[Didn’t expect that, so young yet already self-sufficient?]

[Honestly, I’ve always envied people who can write stories well. Words really have vitality!]

Blushing under the praise from netizens, Nie Chengyu scratched his neck.

"Actually, I’m not that great, just really into reporting news."

As he spoke, he suddenly sensed a persistent gaze on him from the periphery of his vision.

Unable to continue speaking.

Instinctively, he wanted to explain to his mom.

"Alright, stop talking," Mother Nie raised her hand, looking at her son, whom she’d raised for twenty years, with some heartache.

Not only Nie Chengyu, even the viewers in front of their screens, held their breath nervously at this scene.