Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

After receiving the goods, Brother Qing led the new employees back to the industrial park.

The park is so large because it houses both internet technology companies and flour mills.

The flour mill is located at the deepest part of the park, in a drab gray factory building with all the windows sealed with sheet metal, leaving only a few exhaust fans running day and night.

Beyond the flour mill, there is a row of low-rise buildings—an employee canteen, dormitories, and several "prisons."

One of them was a water dungeon, where the sewage was connected to a dry toilet.

The environment was extremely harsh, with flies and fly larvae everywhere.

As for the Gundam factory, it's located in another place.

Those people got off the minibus after being taken into the park.

He was led to the staff dormitory by his underlings.

Their accommodations were not good.

Many people here eventually die in some corner due to illness or other reasons.

Do you think his value has been completely exploited at this point?

wrong.

Those who frequently experience fractures know that there are usually two types of materials used in orthopedic surgery.

One type is made in China, and the other is made abroad.

The effect of using domestically produced materials is far inferior to that of foreign materials.

The technology involved in this product is actually quite basic; the poor performance isn't due to inferior domestic technology.

Rather, it's because the raw materials lack sufficient affinity.

Domestically produced products all use legal materials.

Non-domestic products usually come from the United States.

Many people now know that the United States has a "kill line".

If you can't pay your rent, you'll lose your job.

Losing a job makes it even harder to pay rent, creating a vicious cycle.

After homeless people are killed, a significant number of them will volunteer to become cadavers.

Or sign a donation form.

After donation, it can also be used as material for orthopedic surgery.

Their materials are also exported to other countries.

Because of its effectiveness, the export volume is quite large.

Raw materials are in short supply.

At this point, imports will be made from these places.

Where there is profit to be made, an industrial chain will be formed.

Therefore, these people in the park still have some lasting value.

After use, just burn it somewhere, and there won't be much residue left.

The three factories combined constitute Sun Hao's complete core business.

Of course, the vast majority of industrial parks in this country only focus on e-commerce.

E-commerce requires little investment and has low barriers to entry.

However, both flour mills and Gundam factories require significant investment and a certain level of technology.

The entry barrier is relatively high.

Those simple-minded warlords couldn't do it, and were too lazy to do it.

Lin Jianshen finally understood everything.

The most crucial part of this is the Gundam factory.

Lin Jianshen couldn't help but feel grateful that he lived in a civilized society.

Otherwise, an orphan like him probably wouldn't even be able to grow up.

Brother Qing led Sun Jian, introducing them as they walked.

The discussion shifted from the "business model" of internet companies to the "production capacity" of flour mills.

From employee management to the purpose of prisons.

He spoke these words in a flat tone, like a factory workshop director introducing an assembly line.

After completing the walk, it was already dinnertime.

Qingge glanced at his watch: "Let's go eat first. Tomorrow morning, take them for their medical check-ups on an empty stomach."

"You'll know where the hospital is then."

There is a building in the park that is different from the surrounding gray buildings. Its exterior walls are covered with white tiles, and two large red lanterns hang under the eaves.

This is where Brother Qing and other managers live.

The exterior doesn't look particularly grand, but the furniture inside is quite luxurious.

Genuine leather sofa, crystal chandelier, plasma TV.

A solid wood wine cabinet sits in one corner of the living room, and through the glass door, you can see that it is filled with expensive wines.

XO, Rémy Martin, Alchemist sparkling wine...

Brother Qing hosted a banquet in the living room to entertain Sun Jian.

The round dining table was covered with a white cloth and set with silver cutlery in a pretentious manner.

Lin Jianshen and A-Qiang, as key members of Sun Jian's team in the future, were naturally among those treated to hospitality.

The group took their seats.

Brother Qing called out, "Amei, all the guests have arrived, let's serve the dishes."

The person busy in the kitchen responded and brought out the dishes.

When Lin Jianshen saw this person, his heart clenched.

Qi Xiumei

It turned out to be Qi Xiumei.

She was wearing a shirt with the collar turned up, her hair was tied up, and her face was covered in makeup.

With her eyes downcast, she placed the dishes on the table, then turned back to the kitchen to continue serving dishes.

Qing Ge has several lovers, but Qi Xiumei is the most favored and has spent the most time with him.

Lin Jianshen's heart was pounding, but his expression remained calm.

He kept smiling and chatted and laughed with A-Qiang.

A-Qiang was a little afraid of him, but he gave him face and used all his knowledge to keep up with him and prevent him from falling silent.

Fortunately, Qi Xiumei didn't seem to recognize him. After serving the dishes, she went back to the kitchen.

Lin Jianshen quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The underling next to Brother Qing got up, picked up the bottle of Moutai, and poured wine for them one by one.

When it was Lin Jianshen's turn, Sun Jian reached out and blocked him.

"Don't pour any more for my brother. He gets out of his mind after drinking and will do something stupid."

"He's been abstaining from alcohol for a long time."

The younger brother nodded, walked past Lin Jianshen, and filled Ah Qiang's glass.

"Wine?" Qing Ge murmured.

He finally remembered where he had seen Lin Jianshen before.

He had returned to China for business and ate a meal at a popular restaurant in the food street.

Lin Jianshen worked as a cook there, and Qi Xiumei was his boss.

At that time, Brother Qing lost his temper, and Lin Jianshen drank three bottles of beer in front of him to apologize.

This young man is quite good; he left a deep impression on me.

Brother Qing said regretfully, "What a pity. Several years ago, when he was a chef at a restaurant, his drinking style was very professional."

"By giving up drinking, we've lost a drinking buddy."

Sun Jiandao asked in surprise, "Biaozi even worked as a cook in a restaurant?"

During that time, Sun Jian was busy setting a trap for Qi Xiumei's husband, Boss Fang, and was completely unaware of this.

But he knew Lin Jianshen's skills.

The food was cooked to a pulp.

Even a dog would get up and cook three dishes and a soup for him after eating.

He's not even as good as his sister.

Yet he has a strange confidence in his cooking skills.

Lin Jianshen invited Sun Jian to his house for a meal once. From then on, whenever Lin Jianshen invited him to eat, he preferred to eat a cheap meal on the roadside.

Sun Jian frowned and asked, "Biaozi, your cooking skills are terrible, how can you be a chef?"

This flaw is actually quite fatal.

Lin Jianshen smiled and said, "I thought my skills were pretty good, but it turns out that's not the case."

"So I was fired after working for three days."

Sun Jian suddenly realized what he meant, pointed at him and laughed, "Hahaha, I knew your cooking was terrible, and you were upset before."

Qing Ge had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

He remembered that people online said the restaurant owner was beautiful and shrewd, and that the food at the small restaurant was delicious.

That's why he goes there to eat.

Qing Ge's gaze darkened, and he called out, "Amei."

Qi Xiumei came out, stood by the table, and asked with her head down, "Brother Qing, what's wrong?"

Beneath the raised collar, the scars on her neck were faintly visible.

It's clear that Brother Qing plays pretty perverse games.

Therefore, when Qi Xiumei spoke to him, she always unconsciously revealed a fearful expression.

Brother Qing asked, "Did this young man of mine ever work as a cook at your restaurant?"

Lin Jianshen clenched his right fist secretly.

His left hand was on the table, ready to flip it over and start a fight at any moment.

None of the people inside were armed. While they were distracted, the guards at the door were subdued and their weapons were taken.

They are currently considering a course of action.

Qingge glanced at Qi Xiumei and said, "Tell the truth."

Qi Xiumei trembled slightly and lowered her head: "Yes, he worked for three days before I fired him."

"I was in a hurry to hire someone, but after I hired him, I found out that he wasn't a good cook."

Upon hearing this, Brother Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the restaurant's dishes were mainly prepared by that timid, fat chef, which is why the diners thought they tasted good.

The meal was a pleasant one for both the host and guests.

Early the next morning.

The group set off, following a minibus, and arrived at a hospital.

The hospital is about a half-hour drive from the town. It is quite large, but it is not open to the public.

There were no hospital signs either.

It's surrounded by a wall.

There were people patrolling on the wall with guns.

From a distance, it looks like an ordinary industrial park.

The last piece of the puzzle is finally complete.