176: Your adopted son eats human flesh/The virus arrives

Jiang Fei calmly followed Xu Qianyao to the Director's office.

Director Zheng sat at the head of the table.

On either side were Director Ning, Yang Zhanguo, and a middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes and a haggard expression.

He was Mr. Shang's father, the General Captain of the Patrol Team, Shang Guangwang.

"Little Jiang, Qian Yao, please sit."

Director Ning said to Jiang Fei, "I've called you here today because I want to do business with your behind-the-scenes boss."

"You should know that the Safety Shelter has been experiencing a flu epidemic these past few days."

"Actually, it's not the flu, but an unknown virus brought by melting glaciers. Infected people will suffer from persistent high fever, sore throat, and problems with their nervous and respiratory systems."

"Most importantly, it will lead to lung infection and organ failure."

"The Research Institute currently has no countermeasures. Anyone infected with the virus has no choice but to wait for death."

"As of today, the number of deaths from the virus has exceeded three thousand."

Director Ning adjusted his somber mood and continued, "After much discussion, we've decided to seal off the Safety Shelter, have survivors quarantine at home, and control the spread of the virus until the Research Institute develops an antidote."

"We need the ten types of medicinal herbs we previously cooperated on, as well as instant food. Bread, biscuits, self-heating hotpot—anything that can fill a stomach will do."

"The more, the better. Price is not an issue."

After more than a month of light rain, the Safety Shelter currently has no shortage of water.

As for protective gear, the officials had stocked up plenty long ago, enough for use.

Only medicinal herbs and food were in short supply.

Medicinal herbs are key to ending this virus, and food is the guarantee for survivors to live.

Although there is a Planting Base, with millions of lives at stake, the officials must prepare for a prolonged battle.

Jiang Fei said, "I'll do my best."

"I'll contact the boss when I get back. The exact amount of goods we can get will depend on him."

She needed to go home and organize the Supermarket.

Suddenly, a cold snort sounded.

"In this time of crisis, instead of actively donating supplies to the Safety Shelter to help everyone overcome the difficulties, you make us come to you to discuss business. You and your boss are profiting from disaster!"

Shang Guangwang morally blackmailed Jiang Fei, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

He had heard that Jiang Fei was the most meritorious person in the Huaiyuan Village incident.

If she hadn't secretly filmed Su's conversation with the village chief, the higher-ups would never have been able to convict his son!

Su was just temporarily muddled and went astray. Couldn't he be given a chance to reform?

He had been trying hard to secure a life imprisonment sentence, but he didn't know which son of a bitch cruelly killed Su!

Afraid to demand an explanation from Director Zheng and Director Ning, Shang Guangwang's resentment and grief over losing his only son were all directed at Jiang Fei, who was just a small team member.

A typical case of bullying the weak and picking on the soft persimmon.

Little did he know, Jiang Fei was a tough nut to crack and mercilessly pierced Shang Guangwang's heart.

"You're noble, you're great, and your son eats human flesh."

"Whose supplies are blown in by the wind?"

"Can the General Captain of the Patrol Team disregard others' lives and hoard supplies?"

"Then I think you're a waste of resources alive. Why don't you kill yourself to save everyone some?"

"You!" Shang Guangwang was so angry he was about to draw his gun.

Yang Zhanguo, opposite him, pulled out his pistol first and pointed it at him.

"Try moving an inch!"

"Damn it, I hate people like you who resort to force when they can't win an argument! What kind of skill is it to bully a young girl?"

"Enough!" Director Ning slammed the table and stood up. After gesturing for Yang Zhanguo to put away his gun, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Old Shang, Little Jiang's boss always gives the Safety Shelter the lowest price. There's no profiting from disaster. If you don't know, don't talk nonsense."

"You understand how precious medicines and food are now, I don't need to tell you."

Seeing Director Ning speak up for Jiang Fei, Shang Guangwang laughed in extreme anger, patting himself on the back: "Who am I doing this for? Isn't it so that more survivors can live?!"

"You just wait to be fleeced by her and that boss of hers!"

With that, Shang Guangwang strode out of the office.

Director Ning rubbed his temples, a headache brewing: "Little Jiang, don't mind Old Shang."

"I don't know who did it, but Mr. Shang was killed. Old Shang can't accept this fact and has been emotionally unstable for several days."

Jiang Fei, the murderer, feigned surprise: "Mr. Shang is dead?"

Director Ning: "Yes, it happened two days ago. Mr. Shang's tongue was rotten, and a piece of flesh was dug out of his chest. He died a miserable death."

Mr. Shang committed unforgivable sins, but Old Shang was solely focused on his son, ignorant of the facts, and repeatedly came to him and Director Zheng to plead for mercy.

Now that the person was dead, it saved the officials the trouble of execution.

Old Shang wouldn't bother them anymore.

"Then I can understand Captain Shang's state."

Jiang Fei feigned a remark, then left with Xu Qianyao, using the excuse of contacting her boss.

Director Zheng waved Yang Zhanguo out, then looked at Director Ning:

"We've never met Jiang Fei's behind-the-scenes boss. I'm a little uneasy. Send someone to keep an eye on her and find out the other party's identity."

Director Ning did not agree: "Old Zheng, I assure you, Little Jiang and her boss are absolutely fine. If you don't trust her, don't you trust me, your old friend?"

"This girl has a big temper. She dared to confront Old Shang in front of you and me just now. If we make her unhappy, she might really fleece us."

At this point, Director Ning seemed to recall something and speculated:

"I remember Young Master Mo was very good to Little Jiang. Before he left, he helped her donate supplies and sent her many things."

"The capital is about a three to four-day drive from the Safety Shelter."

"Her behind-the-scenes boss... could it be Mo Yanan?"

Director Zheng pondered Director Ning's words and couldn't help but dismiss the idea of investigating: "That explains where she gets so many supplies and how she can guarantee their freshness."

"The Mo family's wealth in the capital far exceeds that of the Safety Shelter."

"They want a large amount of gold, presumably for medical and industrial purposes."

Director Ning agreed wholeheartedly.

The two did not know that they had completely guessed wrong.

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Xu Qianyao drove Jiang Fei back to Mingshang Apartment Complex.

"I feel that Shang Guangwang was a bit targeting you today. Be careful."

Jiang Fei nodded, completely unconcerned about Shang Guangwang.

At worst, she would send him down to reunite with his son.

Upon returning to 302, Jiang Fei entered the Supermarket.

She currently had over 100,000 plants of each medicinal herb she had grown, and she could sell a large portion to the officials.

The medicinal herbs needed to be dug up, packed, and ensured they wouldn't collide, which was a big project. Jiang Fei first organized the instant food.

Between what the Supermarket had unlocked and what she had hoarded before, there was more than enough to last several lifetimes.

Jiang Fei packed all the instant foods, such as bread, compressed biscuits, self-heating rice, self-heating hotpot, soda crackers, cookies, and room-temperature pre-made dishes, into the large iron boxes she had acquired in Taisong City.

For bagged bread, which was small in volume, a single box could hold hundreds.

One type per box.

A total of 100 boxes.

As for pricing, Jiang Fei planned to use the store's prices and then give the officials a discount.

By the time Jiang Fei exited the Supermarket, it was late at night.

Just as she was about to go to 305 to get the store's price list from Su Liuyuan, knock knock knock—

A knock on the door came.