In the fan group of Modu Liuli, everyone also blew up.

Fans who saw the news were all bubbling.

", the number of people on the glass god's attention list is still rising!"

"Is this going to restart the world, Glass God is crazy, right?"

"If it weren't for Thailand, I would have wanted to run away right now."

"Run a hammer, the glass god is concerned, where are you going?"

"It's still rising, the brothers are already forty, and I cracked on the spot."

"It can't go up, it can't go up anymore, my heart can't stand it."

"I'm numb, really!"

"Does anyone know why the glass god is, is there someone in Thailand who has offended the glass god?"

"Let's have a big analysis."

"I don't know if anyone has offended the glass god, anyway, I found out that these Thai users who are followed are all from the same place."

"Really, the IPs are all the same."

"The most terrible thing is that the glass god doesn't open a live broadcast, if we start a live broadcast, we can still ask."

Live broadcast platform operation headquarters.

The people in the technical department were numb, and they found out that something was wrong when they saw Liuli's account messages and screenshots.

The technical department is a technician in charge of Liuli's side, and immediately reports the news to the manager.

After reporting layer by layer, it was quickly put in front of the general manager.

The general manager said in a trembling voice.

"What is this magic capital Ruri doing?"

"What the hell is she trying to do?"

The director of the technical department shook his head.

"General manager, now we only know that this account that suddenly appeared over the wall is indeed the account of Modu Liuli."

"The number of people who are followed has reached forty-five!"

The signature pen in the general manager's hand snapped.

"Forty-five?"

"Forty-five?"

The technical director said dryly.

"Yes, and it seems to be going to continue to rise."

The general manager sat completely paralyzed in his seat and lost his voice for a moment.

In just one morning, I don't know how many people are paying attention to Modu Liuli, and the news is constantly fermenting on the Internet.

Many companies smelled the opportunity and held meetings overnight.

Liu Li's matter is like a stone falling into a lake, causing ripples. Look at the book

In Thailand, a drop of sweat falls in a bucket of water at the Pasong Chemical Factory.

A woman in her fifties walked through the tin gate with a bucket of water towards the factory.

Standing at the entrance of the factory stood several men in blue overalls, burly men with electric batons pinned to their waists, smoking and chatting.

Passing through the gate, the woman carried the bucket through the roaring machine, flanked by a child whose head had just reached her waist and skillfully shuttled around the outside of the machine.

The whole factory was extremely hot, and the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of tobacco and motor oil was unusually pungent.

The woman seems to have long been accustomed to the environment, silently carrying a bucket to find a sweaty man.

"Santa, listen to me, now we must get out of here at once."

The man named Santa looked numb and shook his head as he looked at his wife.

"Intila, we can't escape, this is the Basong Chemical Factory, and only the dead can get out."

"You'd better dismiss this idea, or you'll kill us."

Intila poured the water from the bucket into the man's cup and said in horror.

"This morning, I heard a few guards mention the Demon Capital Ruri, and they were all watched."

Santa looked surprised, and quickly lowered her voice and asked.

"Demon capital Ruri? Is that the one who paid attention to Lisa?"

Intila nodded, hateful and afraid.

"Yes, it's that foreign wizard, and our daughter wouldn't have died if it weren't for her."

"You and I won't be caught in the Ba Song Chemical Factory."

Santa also gritted her teeth, but asked suspiciously.

"That wizard deserves to die, but why do you want to escape?"

"In case you get caught...... It's better to die."

Intila grabbed her husband's arm and said in horror.

"Don't you understand?"

"That wizard cursed the entire chemical plant!"

"I'm going to die, you're going to die, everyone here is going to die!"

Santa was silent, just looking at her wife coldly.

He didn't believe in so-called curses, let alone death predictions.

Santa only knew that if she dared to escape, the end would only be worse than death.

Even if you die here sooner or later, you can live a few more days, won't you?

Intila shook her head in disappointment and looked at her husband.

"If you don't want to go, I'll go."

Intila dropped the sentence and turned away without looking back.

Santa looked at his wife's back, opened her mouth, and finally didn't say anything to save her.

Santa continued to keep her head down and repeat the mechanical labor, when suddenly there was a sound of scolding and yelling in her ears.

Soon, two security guards dragged Intila, whose forehead had been broken, towards the manager's office.

Seeing this, Santa clenched her fists and saw the electric baton in the security guard's hand, but quietly let go.

When Intila was dragged to the manager's office, the manager was looking at the financial statements in front of the computer with his legs crossed and blowing the air conditioner.

The security guard threw Intila on the ground and reported with a blank face.

"Manager, this woman wants to escape."

The manager glanced up at Intila and spat out a word indifferently.

"Hit."

The security guard did not hesitate, raised the electric baton in his hand and waved it down, without the slightest mercy.

Bursts of screams suddenly came from the manager's office.

The seven or eight-year-old children around were frightened, and then they sped through the roaring machines.

The rest of the old men and women heard the screams, their faces were miserable, but they quietly withdrew their gaze and did not dare to look up at the manager's office again.

They seem to want to bury their heads in the machine and let the noise drout the screams.

After a while, the voices in the office gradually stopped.

The brain-filled general manager lit a cigarette for himself, glanced at the bruised woman on the ground and knocked on the table.

"You just don't understand human speech."

"When you get here, the factory is feeding you with good food and drink, and you actually want to escape?"

"Tell you, you and your husband still haven't paid off the money they owe."

In the eyes of the general manager, not killing a woman is just afraid of losing a labor force.

These people are bought with money, and if they don't make enough money back, they are trading at a loss.

If he makes a loss-making deal, it is his dereliction of duty.

Once he neglects his duties and is known by the boss, his fate is to work with this group of child laborers and the coolies he bought.

That's how the previous manager was replaced.

Intila wiped the blood from her face and begged.

"General manager, I'm not trying to escape, something will happen to the factory."

"All of us will die."

"If you don't leave, it'll be too late!"

"Please, let us go."

Intila clasped her hands together, and when she finished speaking, she kept kowtowing to the ground, and she did not dare to stop the blood flowing from her forehead.

She knows very well that this is the only way to save her life now!