National Forensic Doctor

The Green Plant Company was built right behind the vegetable plots, using the village’s land—a stretch of paved ground, a concrete road about four to five meters wide, and then a deceiving wall, which pretty much made up their basic infrastructure.

Liu Cheng clicked his tongue as he walked, saying, "People in office buildings are so easy to fool, huh? With a company like this, they can rack up over a hundred thousand a year, but you can’t grow that many flowers."

"So that’s why there’s a need to expand the middle-class demographic, huh?" Mu Zhiyang timely chimed in with his opinion.

Liu Cheng nodded then shook his head, "We’re considered middle-class too, right? I don’t spend that money."

Thus, Mu Zhiyang asked, "Is it your wife and kids who help you spend it?"

Liu Cheng’s expression stalled for a moment, and he finally sighed, "Spending money doesn’t require taking an exam, that’s what I’m most unhappy about."

"With so many trades out there, there’s always one that’ll have you wrapped around its finger." As they talked, they arrived at the entrance of the Green Plant Company.

Liu Cheng stepped forward, showed his badge to the security guard, and called over two police officers to stand guard, additionally cautioning the security guard, "Behave yourself. If you try to tip anyone off, I’ll send you straight to jail."

The security guard was somewhat defiant, "At least let me make a phone call. Otherwise, if my boss fires me, I’ll come to your office every day for my meals."

"Trying to argue with the police, I see you really want to taste prison food," chuckled the police officer who had been pointed out, with a sneer. He had seen plenty of tough guys act tough in front of the police—the criminal investigation department doesn’t tolerate freeloaders.