National Forensic Doctor

"We’ll just keep production running as usual today. As for the situation outside, there will naturally be a way to handle it. At the very least, until Jianyuan Group goes public, the city will have to protect us. We can’t just forsake money in the name of justice, right?" Yuan Yushan tried to boost morale and even cracked a joke.

Among the employees of the chemical factory, only a few laughed.

Everyone actually understood that it was highly unlikely the city would protect them any longer.

Officials might not care about justice, but they definitely care about their official hats.

In a country humiliated by the destruction of opium at Humen and the Opium Wars, even uneducated drug dealers knew that this stuff would not stand the light of day.

"If we’re going to produce as usual, then let’s get started," the workshop director called out to the workers to begin work.

The workers at the chemical factory began their tasks with listless motions, their attitude perfunctory, but their techniques were all quite good.

Yuan Jiansheng was 70 years old. He had started building the chemical factory in his 40s, and then a pharmaceutical factory, and to keep the factories running, he continuously skirted the edge of the law to produce various special precursors. He then put together teams, expanded the scale, screened employees, recruited new people, and maintained the team...

By now, most of the employees in the chemical factory were long-term workers of Jianyuan, with many in their 40s and 50s. They were all experienced workers who owned several houses, lived in large flats, had affairs, went through divorces and remarriages—old men who had seen it all.

In the entire chemical factory, even the workers who checked and cleaned the tanks were millionaires to start, but they still diligently did their work.