Young man, in front of you is Fengshan Village. ”

Uncle Guiding the Way, Orange Peel held the Liqun cigarette handed over by the guy with his finger, and his face was kind.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Qiwei, who was full of beard and could hardly see his true appearance, tightened the zipper of his white-worn leather coat, turned around and got into the car.

This is a Santana, old, somewhat worn-out, with Ezhou license plates.

Zhang Qiwei got into the car, glanced at the rearview mirror, saw the uncle carrying the hoe, walked away, and then said to the co-pilot guy: "Cheer up." ”

"Let's loosen it on the outside and tighten it on the inside, and we won't make a mistake."

A nineteen-year-old guy in the passenger seat, dressed quite fashionably, sat loosely and slumped on the passenger seat, with a hint of ruffianism.

His name is Liu Xiangxin, a good hand dug by Zhang Qiwei, born in the wilderness, he didn't want to die in a fight, and he relied on a ruthless word to get ahead.

This time, Zhang Qiwei brought him to save his life.

Zhang Qiwei didn't squeak, lit a cigarette, and then drove on.

Within a few minutes of driving, a strange foul smell came to the surface.

", what's the smell? Vonima, it stinks! Bah! Liu Xiangxin, who was open the window, almost didn't vomit, and scolded and scolded.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Zhang Qiwei's eyes, and he continued to move forward along the cement road.

He asked two more people in the middle of the question, and finally came to his destination - a large fur farm.

A large steel warehouse-like factory is lying across a field, and a three-meter-high fence blocks curious views from the roadside.

Of course, the stench of the factory has driven most of the curiosity away.

Zhang Qiwei did not expect to stop people, and he drove into the farm openly.

After parking, an old man with yellow teeth in a black leather apron greeted him.

"Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Qiwei got out of the car with a smile, handed over a cigarette and said, "Looking for your boss, are you there?" ”

"Buying skins?"

"Ahh Right! Zhang Qiwei replied vaguely.

Liu Xiangxin also got out of the car.

Don't look at his disgusted look in the car, after getting out of the car, his expression is normal, his eyes are dripping around, looking around, his curiosity seems to be very strong.

He walked over to an iron cage, where he held a silver-gray fur animal, looking like a Michelin tire mascot, with fur crumbling around his body, and his whole face was so crowded that he couldn't see it.

"Uncle, what breed is this dog?" Liu Xiangxin lifted the cage with his foot.

"Fox!"

"What? Fox? Liu Xiangxin was stunned: ", you tease me, this fox?" ”

The old man ignored Liu Xiangxin, he greeted Zhang Qiwei and turned to find the boss.

Zhang Qiwei followed.

However, when he walked to the entrance of the factory, the old man said, "It stinks inside, don't come in." Zhang Qiwei stopped in his tracks, and he didn't want to deal with them when he couldn't figure out this farm.

When the old man walked away, Liu Xiangxin walked over: "Uncle, it's really special to take hormones." ”

Uncle, naturally, it is used to hide his identity.

"Nonsense, without hormones, can it look like this?"

There was anger in Zhang Qiwei's eyes.

Eight or nine days have passed since the boss gave the order.

Secretly visited the black heart den of the fast food bag, he has already found someone to hint at a few reporters repeatedly, and some reporters have already started to act, so it can be said that this matter is basically right.

In order to prevent reporters from being unable to shoot heavy information, he even sent someone to secretly shoot some videos as dry fuel when Dong Ge added fuel to the fire.

However, the junk meat supply chain is complicated, and it is difficult to find out the key points.

In Yanjing, he has found several slaughterhouses supplying leftovers and even lymphatic meat interest chains, many of which are in the name of purchasing pet food raw materials, buying these junk meats, and then selling them into the distribution market after a little processing.

Evidence or something, he has already sent someone to collect it.

But these are far from satisfying Zhang Qiwei.

Dongge's words are obviously going to be big, a few slaughterhouses, a few small scattered supply chains, not big news.

Even if they are shut up, it doesn't mean much.

However, through the slaughterhouse, he has found a distributor.

This person has almost 20% of Yanjing's junk meat supply in his hands, and he can be called a big guy!

However, when Zhang Qiwei sent someone to contact him, he found that the amount of junk meat in his hands was not at all what several slaughterhouses around Yanjing could provide.

In other words, there are other ways in this person's hands.

After wasting all the strength, Zhang Qiwei faintly found that these paths pointed to another larger chain of interests - fur farms.

The main profit organ of the animals raised in these fur farms is a body of fur, and the remaining corpses should theoretically be production waste.

But in fact, these corpses have become a supply chain for many black-hearted businessmen to make profits.

For example, fox meat is similar to rabbit meat, chopped and bonded with glutamine aminotransferase minced meat binder, and completely processed into large pieces of "lamb".

It is then sliced and diced, and openly enters the market, becoming a source of supply for buffets, snack stalls, fast food packs, and other items that pursue lower cost meals.

Theoretically, this fox meat should be no different from other livestock, but the problem is that these fur farms will be more or less overfed, injected with hormones, etc., in order to obtain high-quality fur.

And because it is not a food supplier, there is a lack of relevant supervision, so the chaos in the industry is even more unscrupulous.

It can be said that these hormone meat is even more harmful than zombie meat! Sick pork!

"Hello boss!"

A middle-aged man ran out of the feeding area and handed Zhang Qiwei cigarettes from afar.

Zhang Qiwei also hurriedly took out a cigarette, the two were polite, took each other's cigarettes, and after lighting the fire, the two chatted about the topic.

"The boss wants to buy fur?" The farm owner asked.

When Zhang Qiwei heard this, he became a thief, he looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "Don't hide it from the boss, I actually want to buy meat." ”

"Buying meat? We sell fur, not meat. "The owner of the farm didn't want to veto it directly.

"Hey, big brother, wait, I'm sincere, I'm making cat food, be accommodating......"

Zhang Qiwei hurriedly grabbed the farm owner, and finally let the farm owner let down his guard a little.

"How much do you want?"

"Both!"

"That's not possible, I still have someone to order this product...... Heck, I can only sell you a little bit anyway. ”

"It's all booked? Who is it? "Zhang Qiwei doesn't open any pot.

The owner of the farm looked sharp and asked, "You really want it, do you bring the money?" ”

"How can anyone who does business without money? Oh, how much is it, it's negotiated, I'll pay it immediately! Zhang Qiwei deliberately shook his mobile phone, looking like he was not bad for money.

When the owner of the farm heard this, he suddenly moved.

At this moment, a whistle suddenly sounded outside the door, and I saw a black bus driving in, followed by a truck covered with green tarpaulin.

This scene made Zhang Qiwei's pupils shrink slightly, and he knew that Daben.