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Chapter 109: The Impostor Reporter (Part 1)
"What is he really planning to do?"
Wei Yuan was suddenly perplexed. From the order under Xu Feng's name, it was filled with stimulants, capsules, and potions. These items could be directly sold over the counter after being produced in Wei Yuan's uncle's pharmaceutical processing factory. Why was Xu Feng taking these items back to another factory for further processing? What on earth was he up to?
Xie Ge was also confused. "Moreover, they have placed orders in at least ten factories simultaneously. Just the deposits alone would amount to several million."
Such actions undoubtedly made Wei Yuan feel very strange. Since the time of Lu Buwei, there had always been a penchant for hoarding valuable goods. Throughout history, both domestically and internationally, economic crises and natural famines have occurred. However, there is often a phenomenon where some people struggle to afford food while others continuously destroy food supplies to maintain prices...
This kind of hoarding behavior, while morally questionable, cannot be denied as a significant business opportunity for certain individuals. When a natural famine is discovered, some hoard food and profit immensely. Now that Xu Feng is hoarding medicine, does it imply that a new outbreak might occur?
But how could such a thing be predicted? Could he possibly create a virus himself?
Putting aside whether this approach is feasible or not, even if it were possible, it would be an outright challenge to national authorities. No leader would want to face an era plagued by a rampant virus during their tenure; this would have an extremely detrimental impact on the economy and public sentiment.
Despite Yuan Ziyi repeatedly reminding herself that Xu Feng's background was not simple, she wondered how anyone could stand against the national machinery regardless of what power Xu Feng had behind him.
Wei Yuan dismissed this thought because he understood one fundamental truth: no individual or group could ever hope to confront the national machinery.
"I think we need to investigate further," Uncle Xie Ge suggested.
This proposal received Wei Yuan's agreement. After all, any previous speculation was baseless; Xu Feng wasn't foolish. If he was willing to spend so much money, there must be a reason behind it.
Wei Yuan started the car and, under his uncle's guidance, drove out of Luoxia Mountain, bypassing the city and slowly making his way to an industrial area. The factory where Xu Feng operated was located in a remote area and appeared to be a makeshift facility from the outside. Although not large in total area, the factory's entrance was quite wide open.
"You don't plan on sneaking in like this, do you?"
Seeing Wei Yuan park the Mercedes at the corner of the street, Xie Ge immediately thought of this possibility.
At this point, Wei Yuan had calmed down considerably and said to Xie Ge, "Uncle, there's no need to make it so complicated. It's already 5:30 PM; they should be getting off work soon."
After hearing Wei Yuan's words, Xie Ge had a preliminary understanding of his thoughts. The two sat in the car smoking until about twenty minutes later when a young man in his twenties walked out of Xu Feng's processing factory.
Wei Yuan saw him walk past and quickly drove the car slowly after him. The young man noticed a car following him and gradually felt a bit curious, but he thought it was just a coincidence; after all, who would rob someone driving a Mercedes?
"Hello, sir."
Wei Yuan drove up and addressed the young man.
Upon hearing this, the young man stopped and asked, "What do you want?"
"We're from the television station. We've received reports that the factory you work at is producing counterfeit drugs, so we need to ask you some questions," Wei Yuan said seriously.
To his surprise, the other party replied defiantly, "If they're producing counterfeit drugs, go find them. I'm just a worker; it has nothing to do with me."
Damn it, telling you you're going on TV and you're still so arrogant.
Wei Yuan cursed inwardly but still smiled to extract information. "Sir, please don't rush to refuse me. As a thank you for providing information to our television station, not only do we offer generous rewards, but you could also get a job at the station with a salary much higher than what you're currently earning."
Hearing this, the young man hesitated a bit. However, seeing that Wei Yuan looked like just a high school student and not like a reporter from a television station made him skeptical. But his tone improved significantly: "How can I trust you?"
Wei Yuan had anticipated such a situation and casually pulled out a Kraft Paper Bag he had prepared earlier. "Inside is three thousand yuan; you can count it if you'd like. If this news turns out well, we have additional rewards."
The Young Man took the Kraft Paper Bag, opened it, counted the contents, and confirmed the amount was correct. His tone shifted dramatically as he put on a flattering smile and said, "Revealing the truth is responsible for every citizen. I am willing to cooperate with you."
Wei Yuan chuckled inwardly; it seemed that no amount of persuasion could compare to the awakening brought by cash.
However, putting on a complete act, Wei Yuan still showed him a very professional smile and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. We need you to provide specific information about the factory you work at so we can conduct a thorough investigation."
Seeing that Three Thousand Yuan was already in hand and that Wei Yuan promised a substantial reward afterward, along with a respectable job at a television station, this was undoubtedly a turning point in his life. How could he miss out?
"What do you want to ask?"
Wei Yuan thought for a moment, took out a phone, activated the recording function, and then spoke very professionally to the man: "Our conversation is now being recorded. Please make sure to answer truthfully."
Then Wei Yuan asked, "What are your job responsibilities? They procured so many drugs from various processing plants; what are they preparing to do with them in the factory?"
Upon hearing this, the man replied, "Of course, they are sent to the factory for further processing. Our job is to watch those automatic machines add substances into various powders, capsules, and liquids, and then ensure everything goes smoothly."
"What substances are added?" Wei Yuan clearly identified the key issue.
The man said, "I’m not sure about that; the contents added for the three types of drugs are all different."
Wei Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Now we need your cooperation. You must steal the substances they add from the factory so we can use them as evidence to shut them down."
Hearing this, the man quickly shook his head vigorously and said, "What kind of joke is this? Our Boss is clearly not an ordinary person. If you can't take him down, when he comes after me later, won't I be finished?"
Seeing that he had taken the money but was still unwilling to cooperate, Wei Yuan felt it necessary to intimidate him: "Sir, do you realize that you are now guilty of withholding information? We have reason to suspect that what they are adding could be drugs. If I call the police, your Boss might not go to jail first; you will be the one who gets arrested. Plus, you've already taken my money—your crime just got worse."
It seems that the legal education in Huaxia Nation is still not sufficient. After Wei Yuan's words, the person was already so scared that his legs went weak, and he hurriedly said, "Boss, please let me go. I can pay you back, can't I? I have an elderly parent above me and a family below me. I don't want to lose my life over this little money."
It appears that Xu Feng still holds a significant deterrent power in their minds. After Wei Yuan swung his big stick, he also offered a carrot: "You don't need to be nervous. How could our television station harm you? If you provide us with leads, we will naturally keep your identity confidential, and there will be even more generous rewards afterward, as well as the opportunity to become a part of our television station."
Xie Ge sat nearby, watching his nephew perform. He didn't expect that he could bluff so calmly without a change in expression. However, he had to admit that Wei Yuan's approach was relatively rational.
"I'll go steal it for you right now."
When Wei Yuan heard this, he secretly chuckled. Loyalty is meaningless; it is merely a bargaining chip for betrayal.
Of course, if he retraced his steps now, it would definitely attract attention. Thinking of this, Wei Yuan said, "No rush. You all need to work overtime now, right? When you’re on duty tonight, steal their additives and then notify me."
Wei Yuan gave him his phone number and sent him off first, preparing to take his uncle home.
"Uncle, let me handle the next matters."
"Alright then, take care of yourself."
At this moment, Xie Ge completely understood Wei Yuan's thoughts and concerns. Wei Yuan's mother was currently living at his uncle's house. If Xu Feng found out about this, he might threaten him using Wei Yuan's mother. Therefore, Wei Yuan tried to minimize the possibility of exposing his mother's location. If he wanted to deal with Xu Feng, he had to endure the pain of avoiding meeting his mother.
The main concern was to prevent Xu Feng from becoming desperate and threatening his family. After bidding farewell to his uncle, Wei Yuan first found a bank and withdrew five thousand yuan as a reward for the young man.
In business terms, this behavior is called equivalent exchange. Wei Yuan spent eight thousand yuan to obtain what he considered very useful information—a potential key point that could bring down Xu Feng. He also used the young man's help to avoid alarming the snake in the grass, and that person lost his job because of it; this money could be seen as compensation.
As for the job at the television station mentioned in the rumors, Wei Yuan felt powerless regarding that matter.
He casually found a place to eat and then drove around for a bit. After all, he would soon have to return the Blue Old Man, and Wei Yuan wasn't planning on buying a car for himself just yet. So he could only enjoy the last moments of the exhilarating speed, especially in a place like Luoxia Mountain, where the entire mountain road seemed designed for racing.
Here, at night, rich kids would often race their Sports Cars. Upon seeing Wei Yuan, a new face with a decent car, they clearly took notice and shouted to him, "Hey buddy, we haven't seen you before. Want to race a lap?"
Wei Yuan rolled down his window and replied, "No thanks, I'm just passing through."
The group burst into laughter at his response, mainly mocking him for lacking courage. However, Wei Yuan didn't see it that way: he thought it was pointless to risk his life for such trivial fun.
At that moment, while enjoying the breeze at the foot of the mountain, Wei Yuan suddenly noticed his phone ringing. It was only eight o'clock; that guy was too anxious. He quickly answered the call and heard the other party say, "Reporter comrade, I've managed to sneak out the additives from the factory."
"Where are you?"
The other person provided an address, and Wei Yuan immediately started up his Mercedes. He shot down the road like an arrow released from a bow, leaving the street racers stunned.
"This guy is hiding his skills; he wasn't racing just now but drives like this when he does."
"That's impressive!"
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