The next day.

Beibei district, a city in the far west.

Barnard pushed the bicycle station by the side of the road and looked to the left.

I saw several ancient houses with red bricks and blue tiles strewn at random under the lush trees connected with the Jinyun Mountain Nature Reserve, which was particularly beautiful.

The line of sight turned to the front, the shadow of the wide water was faintly visible, and the whistle of the ship on the river was far away.

Looking down to the right again, he can trace back to the University of Hiran in 1906, showing little traces among the sheltered high-rise buildings.

"This is it."

Barnard was completely determined.

"The next step is to collect more detailed information about the Sophia family and make a complete plan to pull people."

So he rode back.

Dark clouds gradually coalesced and laminated along the way.

Seven or eight minutes away from the community, after a gust of wind, the bean-sized raindrops swept over.

Barnard brought his raincoat in advance and put it on directly.

After all, he has the ability to control the climate. He knows better than the weather forecast whether it will rain in the next few days and when it will rain, and he won't make any mistakes at all.

Riding across the crowd in the street to take shelter from the rain, he rode back slowly.

The other side.

Cecil opened his umbrella and got off the bus.

At the thought of what to do later, she rubbed her head painfully.

The trouble caused by landslides in various places is not over yet. Before, the company had a big fresh food list in Beibei District, but now something happened. The guests there refused to accept triple compensation, and the trouble became more and more fierce.

Because the other party is a male customer, and she is very beautiful and quite resourceful, she was sent to mediate.

So, although it's still noon at the moment, she doesn't even have a chance to sleep at her desk.

Open the umbrella, high heels step on the rain.

Looking at the ups and downs of the mountains and rivers, and the food processing factories looming in the middle of it, she couldn't help but sigh deeply.

The boss promised that if this matter is solved, she will not only have three days paid vacation, but also be promoted to the department head next time.

"Struggle, struggle, struggle!"

Cecil secretly gave himself a sigh of relief, and the thought of future promotion and salary increase made him feel a little light.

　　……

When Cyril got off the bus, he saw a middle-aged man standing under the eaves of the factory gate, seemingly waiting for a long time.

As soon as he saw his party arrive, he immediately piled up a smile, greeted the people next to him, and wanted to come and meet him with an umbrella.

"No, no, that's very kind of you!"

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Cyril hurriedly waved his hand and started to carry a folding umbrella.

Noisy heavy rain, mixed with the mechanical sound coming from the factory building, filled my ears, as if these were the only two voices left in the world.

Rain dripped from the edge of the umbrella of Cyril, a young quality inspector, and everything in the distance was in an invisible haze.

Although rejected, the middle-aged man's face has not changed, and he is still very enthusiastic. He leads a group of people to walk inside and say:

"It's really hard for you to work after such a heavy rain. Why don't you come to my office first and have a cup of hot tea to warm up?"

"That tea was brought by my friend. The first wave of tender leaves on the old tea tree this year is delicious!"

Cyril smiled politely: "Don't bother, I didn't get cold by car all the way. Don't bother, we just check it regularly, and we'll leave if there's no problem. "

After this sentence, middle-aged people are not easy to detect.

Into the door, it is a food processing factory, and obviously there are traces of cleaning up recently. Even so, there are still various irregularities.

Cyril frowned and was a little upset.

On the extremely wide open space, there are some sheds in twos and threes, and the preliminarily processed meat is piled up below.

At this time, next to the processing factory employees talk in a low voice into the ear:

"It's strange that some meat has been lost. What do you think is going on?"

This triggered a memory of Cyril, and the boss, a middle-aged man next to him, asked, "I heard that you lost some meat here the other day?" There is no result in the alarm. "

Hearing this, the boss suddenly sighed: "Yes, I haven't caught who it is."

The topic stops here.

After a thorough inspection of the factory with a group of people, Cyril's frown deepened and he bluntly said, "Boss, it's not that we are harsh. Your sanitary conditions are too bad, and there are problems in the process."

The boss smiled reluctantly and explained, "This is actually caused by floods and landslides. The traffic is blocked and the processed things can't go out. If you make a loss, you can only pile up here."

"And ..." He suddenly had some meaning: "In the past, we were all compliant here. Last time your superiors came to check, they were very considerate."

Cyril's look suddenly tightened, and he said firmly, "In any case, these things that are already deteriorating must be cleaned up at once, otherwise how can I know if you will shoddy them later?"

His character has always been like this, and he can't hide those things that bend around the quotations.

Moreover, he has always believed that since he is engaged in this job, he will be worthy of his duties.

Food safety is of great importance. Even if his follow-up meeting is not smooth, he is used to it. If he would compromise, he would not have wasted so many years in a small position.

The boss's face sank completely.