"Stop work, isn't this kind of thing all about asking for compensation? How can we ask the factory to stop work?" Partridge asked.

"Who knows, it seems that this woman is rich and doesn't care about the compensation. She values ​​the environment more than money. She requires Fahrenheit Chemical to improve the sewage system before it can produce products without pollution."

"What does Fahrenheit Chemical mean?"

"What else could it mean? Of course I don't want to stop work. They say there is no problem with the water quality of their sewage discharge. The fish in the fishery died due to other reasons."

The clerk curled his lips and said, "Actually, anyone with a discerning eye knows this. The sewage produced by Fahrenheit Chemical must not meet the standards. It's just that their boss has money and connections and bribed people from the Environmental Protection Agency.

But our police have no control over this matter and can only leave it to the courts."

"Bald old man, Saigon, chemical plant, and the name Hua, bald old man, do you think this is the chemical plant we are looking for?" The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested.

Hearing the guy talk about the pollution from chemical plants, Partridge became energetic.

"It's possible, Fatty. You go over and ask about the situation. I'll report to the director and try to bring a few more people there."

"Okay!" Partridge nodded, walked over to avoid patting his brother on the shoulder, and said:

"Leave this to me, and you can go do other things."

"Okay, senior brother!" The policeman in charge of the reception was already annoyed to death and didn't know how to deal with it. Partridge took over and naturally got what he wanted, so he quickly stood up and gave way.

"Hello, my surname is Hong, and my nickname is Partridge. You can just call me Officer Hong. What do you call me?"

"My surname is Yip, and I am the owner of Yip's Fishing Farm. This is my cousin Wen Meiling. She is a lecturer in the Department of Geography at the University of Hong Kong and a water quality expert. She discovered the sewage problem of Fahrenheit Chemicals."

"You idiot, what should I say? You shouldn't call the police but go to a lawyer to file a lawsuit. Why do you want to come to the police station?" Partridge asked after looking through Ms. Ye's report information.

"This is legally true. We called the police because I want you to check what exactly Fahrenheit Chemical is producing. According to the products and processes they produce, logically there shouldn't be such a large amount of pollution. They are not the only chemical plants upstream."

Ms. Ye's cousin Wen Meiling said.

"You mean, are you sure that what Fahrenheit Chemical produces and what it sells are not the same?" Partridge asked.

"To be sure, in order to find the source of the pollution, I not only investigated the water outlets of various chemical plants, but also the products they produced.

Other chemical plants are normal and their sewage is within the allowed range. But this Fahrenheit Chemical is wrong and seriously exceeds the standard. I suspect they are secretly producing other things, but I can't find out what they are producing."

Wen Meiling said confidently.

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"Mr. Lei, there are so few people practicing guns!" Ao Ming complained as he walked into the gun club and looked at the shooting range, which only lasted a few days.

"The people who play with guns are either police officers, rich people or killers. It's normal when there are fewer people, but it's abnormal when there are more people." Lei Weidong curled his lips and led Ao Ming to the shooting position.

He raised his hand and fired casually.

"puff!"

Ao Ming was also an expert with guns. Just by looking at Lei Weidong's wrist, he knew that he had missed. Not to mention the ten-ring shot, the target might not have hit the target.

only!

Ao Ming opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Because she saw that the bullet actually went through a somewhat curved trajectory and hit the bullseye.

"Mr. Lei, how did you do it? Do you have any tips?" Ao Ming rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had made a mistake. The bullet that was clearly dragging the target actually hit the tenth ring. This is too big.

"There's no need to knock on the door, practice makes perfect." Lei Weidong shrugged and explained happily.

"What makes perfect, practice makes perfect, and you can't violate the laws of nature. That shot just now clearly..."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Lei Weidong continued to shoot, and every shot was the same as the first shot. He seemed to have no aim, but in the end he concentrated on ten rings and even hit a cross-piercing shot.

This made Ao Ming very suspicious whether Lei Weidong's marksmanship had reached the level of his father.

"Your hands are very suitable for playing with guns. Do you want to try it?" Looking at the stunned Ao Ming, Lei Weidong put the gun in his hand.

"I, I can't!" Feeling the warmth of Lei Weidong's body while holding the gun, Ao Ming panicked.

"No, you can learn. Come, I'll teach you, first two points and one line." Holding Ao Ming's little hand, Lei Weidong began to teach him how to shoot.

"Ayi, someone is here to practice shooting, and his marksmanship seems to be very good, it's a ten-ring shot!" Guo Liyi couldn't help but said after watching Lei Weidong shoot a ten-ring shot.

"Ten rings!"

The man next to Guo Liyi raised his head when he heard this and glanced at Lei Weidong.

"Bang!"

Lei Weidong happened to shoot, and it was still ten rings.

Peng Yixing rubbed his eyes, looked at Lei Weidong carefully, focusing on his wrist and bullseye, and fell silent.

"Ayi, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Peng Yixing stunned, Guo Liyi asked softly.

"He is a master. Could it be that he is a master, even better than me." Peng Yixing said with a solemn expression.

"It's impossible to be better than you." Guo Liyi knew how high her boyfriend's design level was. He could be said to be unrivaled in this gun club. How could he meet a master who even he acknowledged today?

"Look at his wrist, he didn't aim at all, he was swinging the gun," Peng Yixing said.

"Really!" Guo Liyi looked at Lei Weidong carefully.

Guo Liyi, who hangs out with Peng Yixing, although she doesn't practice shooting, her understanding of marksmanship is far beyond that of ordinary people. After just looking at it for a while, she realized that Peng Yixing was not exaggerating. Lei Weidong really used...

"Let's go over and have a look." Seeing Lei Weidong put down his gun and began to teach the little girl to practice shooting, Peng Yixing smiled and said, "This person is very interesting, let's get to know him."

"Yeah!" Guo Liyi nodded.

Having known Peng Yixing for so many years, she knew Peng Yixing's character. She seemed not interested in anything other than guns. That was because she had never encountered one.

Now that he meets such a powerful master, Peng Yixing will naturally not let him go.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

It is not easy to forget the habits that you have practiced since childhood. After firing only two shots, Ao Ming unconsciously shot ten rings, or several. Peng Yixing who came over was surprised. He did not expect that this little girl was also a master.

A hidden master.
Chapter completed!