Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 72 - 45: First Time Watching My Own Factory’s Scandal Livestream

Chapter 72: Chapter 45: First Time Watching My Own Factory’s Scandal Livestream

How could this be!??

His eyes trembled as he looked at the scene before him, forgetting even his anger.

The reporters noticed his expression, and as they looked at the live broadcast, including the viewers watching online, everyone gasped.

Never had they seen such a disgusting and nauseating scene, a chill rising from the top of their heads, swiftly filling their bodies with cold.

What met their eyes was a mountain of inferior cotton wadding, gray in color, rough in texture; even just by looking at it, one could imagine the acrid smell it emitted.

Undoubtedly, this was the infamous and notorious black heart cotton.

It covered half the premises, the quantity beyond the capacity of known measurement units.

The factory manager, Lao Zhang, who was confident and smiling a second before, turned his head and was instantly dumbstruck.

"No, no, this isn’t from our factory!" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He waved his arms furiously, trying to block everyone’s view.

But it was clearly impossible.

All the factory’s top management panicked, wanting to do something but unable to do anything.

It took a few minutes to react, and when Jing Anjun tried to cut the live broadcast, he was stopped by all the reporters.

They surged forward, surrounding him with various cameras and video cameras.

"Chairman Jing, weren’t you adamant that your factory wouldn’t do such a thing?"

"Were you aware of this matter?"

"Was the factory using such harmful products under your orders?"

...

Words flew from every direction, giving him no chance to refute.

In front of the clothing factory.

Nie Chengyu, who had been hiding among the cotton, could finally breathe fresh air.

He quickly snatched the phone broadcasting live, narrating the investigation’s findings to the online audience in sharp and rigorous text.

The entire internet exploded.

[I really didn’t expect that such a large group would use these inferior raw materials. Don’t they know that if they’re not careful, people could die because of it?]

[It’s terrifying upon closer thought. No wonder the clothes I bought earlier caused allergies. I thought it was just me being overly sensitive!]

[Sis, don’t doubt it; it’s most likely due to this cotton.]

[It really confirms what they say: capital has no conscience. They’ve already earned so much money and yet still indulge in such behavior.]

[Honestly, I’m starting to distrust everything under Ruijing now. Do you think even the houses might be built with shortcuts taken?]

[Guess what I found out: Jing Anjun also has manufacturers producing snacks!!!]

...

For the first time, netizens witnessed a live broadcast of a factory’s scandal.

If you think he’s not confident, he even started the live broadcast.

Think he’s confident? He just showed the public the black heart cotton.

For a time, the names of Jing Anjun and Ruijing were everywhere on the internet, achieving his goal of more than doubling his notoriety.

But the price was a rapid decline in stock prices.

Ruijing lost credibility with the public.

In just one night, at least billions evaporated.

This incident dealt quite a blow to him.

He even faced official notification, reportedly paying large fines.

...

Mu Yunchu looked at the news reports a few days later, sipping tea with a slight smile.

As if all of this was within her expectations.

On that day, she indeed spread the word about problems at the clothing factory under Ruijing.

But no one noticed she cleverly manipulated the timing.

By the time Jing Anjun discovered the online discussion about the matter, Nie Chengyu had already set out two hours before.

Moreover, she imposed a restriction.

No matter how many times the video was watched, one would still forget what Nie Chengyu looked like.

This made sneaking into the factory significantly easier.

...

Now, after this incident, Nie Chengyu was quickly discovered and would soon become an excellent journalist.

Mu Yunchu turned to look at the farmland in the courtyard, where seeds planted the other day had sprouted in such a short time.

Slightly moving her gaze to the Ghost Pearl floating in the decorative box beside her.

Thanks to this thing’s continuous provision of yin energy.

She estimated the growth time.

It should still be enough before she leaves.

*

Wen Xu walked in darkness, unable to see the road ahead or understand why he was there.

Suddenly, a woman in white clothes with long hair appeared in front of him.

The long hair clung wetly to her face, as pale as paper, strands covering her vacant eyes, with blood-red liquid slowly seeping from the dark sockets, winding down her cheeks and dripping to the ground.

Her lips were bluish and cracked, slightly open, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing sound like nails scratching a blackboard: "Save me..."

Before Wen Xu could recover from the sudden fright, several figures emerged from the darkness.

A man’s body was twisted into an unimaginable angle, limbs broken in a bizarre manner, bones protruding from ruptured skin, the pale broken bones gleaming coldly under the dim light.

His chest was torn open, organs seemingly missing, the remaining viscera hanging outside, swaying slightly with his difficult movements.

Dragging his wreckage, he left a long trail of blood on the ground, crawling towards Wen Xu while mumbling: "Help... help us..."

Behind them, more ghostly figures loomed out of the shadows.

Some had bodies charred, skin cracked and blackened, emitting a nauseating smell.

Others had deep rope marks around their necks, tongues protruding grossly, swollen dark purple.

They were either incomplete or grotesque, yet all bore the same expression of despair and pleading, reaching out twisted, deformed hands towards Wen Xu.

Just as those hands covered his ankles, entwining upwards and tightly gripping him.

Suddenly, a beam of extremely blinding light shone from a distance.

!!!

Wen Xu abruptly opened his eyes, his deep and elongated eyes blinking several times before gradually regaining sight.

Zhou Zhicheng’s voice grew clearer beside him.

"For this case... do we still have no more clues at this stage?"

He leaned back slightly, realizing he was in a meeting at the police station.

The slanting sunlight outside the window spilled over his shoulder, yet that terrifying and moist sensation seemed to linger.

With a dark and unclear gaze, he began recalling the familiar ghost faces from his dream.

Wen Xu knew all too well their commonality—they were all deceased individuals he had performed autopsies on.

Bitterly, he pulled at the corner of his mouth, a trace of bitterness coloring his eyes,

He must be cursed.

Otherwise, why would these deceased ghosts keep haunting him?

Suddenly, he heard that unfamiliar name once again.

Nonchalantly lifting his eyelids, the beautiful, peach blossom eyes now cold as ice.

He looked at Zhou Zhicheng and said, "Everyone here today is trusted; I won’t hide it from you."

"I plan to ask Mu Yunchu to come and assist with providing some leads."

In the quiet conference room, Wen Xu chuckled softly.

Laced with unmistakable mockery.