The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 322 The Carnivorous Carnival Party
Looking at Master Fuli standing on the roof of the carriage, holding up a rectangular box, even though he had a saddlebag on his chest, Wang Ya's gaze fell on the bell on his head when she looked directly at him.

Although Wang Ya was trying her best to control herself, the bell was like a pendulum used by a hypnotist, or a black hole vortex, firmly attracting Wang Ya's entire mind.

Looking further down, you can see the meticulously trimmed nails of the raccoon dog, and its toes as delicate as garlic cloves.

The fur on the fox's little feet is so finely trimmed that each hair is clearly defined, as if it had been meticulously groomed.

Wang Ya couldn't even imagine how soft the kick from Master Fuli would be when it landed on her face.

"Factory? What is a factory built on what?"

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? Wang Ya had already clearly stated that the ruins had already surfaced, which caused Wang Ya's car to fall.

Although An Sheng was not a civil engineering major, he knew that before a building could be constructed, it was necessary to dig a foundation.

How did the factory owner manage to build the foundation for such a large ancient site?

But as An Sheng thought of this, she seemed to remember something else, and frowned as she asked Wang Ya:
"Was the factory you mentioned built by our state-owned enterprises, central enterprises, or affiliated companies?"

Wang Ya shook her head.

“When I was locating the site, I discovered that a ceramics factory had been built on the site. The area is located in Tiechuan, which is the famous hometown of Yaozhou porcelain. After seeing the information about the ceramics factory, I immediately realized that something was wrong.”

“When I continued to investigate by following the board members of the ceramics factory, I traced it back to Chancheng. The major shareholder of the ceramics factory was a large tile manufacturer in Chancheng. And within the board of directors of the tile manufacturer, I traced it back to the ‘Saint-Lucy Art Group’ from Italy and a marble exporter from France.”

“This place is really too strange,” Wang Ya said to Master Fuli.

"Although I don't want to say it, I feel that there may be something else behind Bena's death that we can't find out for the time being."

Wang Ya's words were not euphemistic; in fact, she pointed out the strangeness she had discovered very directly.

Bena, from Italy, died in the ruins.

Three years later, a ceramics factory invested in by her hometown was built on the land where she died.

Moreover, no information about the discovery of any ancient tombs was reported during the construction of the ceramics factory. According to records from the Urban Construction Museum that Wang Ya reviewed, the ceramics factory employed a large number of foreign engineers during its construction, and there were large corporations involved that Wang Ya was unable to trace.

Bella's death may never have been kept secret at all.

But it was as if someone sensed something and reached out an invisible hand to erase the truth about Bena's death.

Behind the scenes, an unseen force secretly built a ceramics factory on the land where Bella died through investment.

The excavation of the site will unearth a massive amount of soil, making it impossible to dig secretly.

But what if a ceramics factory is built on it, and the local soil happens to be suitable for firing porcelain?
"Damn it, that damn foreigner's got a thieving addiction again!"

After a moment's thought, the title of the book "The Tea Thief" suddenly popped into An Sheng's mind, and he immediately let out a soft moan, almost jumping up and cursing.

Many people involved in the tea industry and tea culture have read "The Tea Thief".

The story in the book is about an employee of the East India Company who "borrowed" tea trees from Xia Kingdom and packaged tea masters to cultivate them around the world. After the tea trees were planted, he smeared Xia Kingdom's tea.

Claims of illegal additives, that drinking it causes people to run away from home due to the Binzhou spiral, or that one's body is covered in Binzhou—they spread rumors however they feel comfortable, without any regard for physics.

When An Sheng first read that book, she was filled with annoyance and anger, but after reading the later parts, she looked at the words with a strange expression. A bunch of guys who drink tea that's been on long sea voyages, damp and moldy—do they even understand what good tea is?
If you drink high-quality tea every day, I won't argue with you anymore.

I don't know what happened before, but in today's terms, even the dust and debris I sweep up in my tea warehouse is better than your tea.

Although foreigners are just making things up, for people who know nothing about tea, information released by the official sources can't be fake, right?

Xia Guo tea suffered a blow during that period. Due to a lack of distribution channels and other reasons, it was stigmatized for a long time. Even now, some foreigners believe that tea originated in Bharata.

After listening to Wang Ya's story, An Sheng immediately recalled his displeasure when he first read "The Tea Thief".

First, they create a pretext to seize the property for themselves, and then they smear the original factory, right?
“I know everything. In a little while, I’ll go over and have the Italians tied up so they can’t say a word. But before that, go and inform Steward Lin to call Lin Ying and tell her to come to Chang’an to collect the banner.”

An Sheng raised her fox paw and told Wang Ya what she was thinking.

But before that, we still need to take care of everything inside the chemical plant.

Master Fuli gripped the wooden stick tightly, then went outside the chemical plant, broke off a few more tree branches, and handed them to the bears.

During this waiting period, An Sheng and Fat Cat were not idle. They dismantled everything they could in the chemical plant, and kicked the pipes that they couldn't dismantle, leaving behind one fox paw print or bear paw print after another.

The demolition team stormed in, kicking up dust, while the workers huddled in a corner, shivering.

"Old Wang! Where did everyone go? How come you didn't even notice when someone burned down the factory? Do you still want your wages?"

"Where's that rich kid? Bring him to the table right now!"

A Mercedes drove up from the main entrance, completely unaware of the large hole behind the factory. After the man got out of the car, although he noticed a series of rumbling sounds coming from inside the factory, he didn't pay much attention to those minor things, simply assuming that someone had started the shredder at night.

Seeing that no one was in the security room, he cursed and pushed open the small door in the middle of the factory gate, intending to enter the factory, check what was going on, and extort some money from that brat's parents.

just.

When he raised his hand to push the small door, it was as if he had touched a taboo. The entire double door trembled, the bolts on the doorposts flew off one by one, and the heavy iron door, weighing several hundred kilograms, crashed to the ground and collapsed outwards onto the road.

"boom--"

The entire gate suddenly crashed down, slamming heavily onto the roof of the Mercedes.

The man who pushed the door stood in front of the small door, maintaining the same posture as when he first pushed it open.

He was in a very good position; when the entire gate collapsed, he happened to pass through the small door and was unharmed except for getting a mouthful of dirt.

Still reeling from the near-death experience, the man witnessed an even more outrageous and insane scene inside the chemical plant.

The man froze, completely dumbfounded.

"I"

"Was I killed by a door and transported to the world of Zootopia?"

"The panda was wearing a reflective vest and a construction helmet while demolishing a wall."

"The fox is waving its baton."

(End of this chapter)