Chapter 55 The Disgusting Front Page

On the outskirts of Gorky City, in a simple iron house, bursts of stench emanated from it from time to time, and Yakov, who had no protection, couldn't stop retching. And Seryozha stood beside him wearing a mask, waiting for the results inside. About ten minutes later, Terkina and Yuri came out of the tin house. They were wearing biological and chemical protective suits from head to toe. Terkina held a camera in her hand and pointed at Sergio Sabi made a triumphant gesture.

Seryozha stroked Yakov's back, hoping to help Yakov feel better. Seeing Yuri and Terkina coming out, he quickly echoed a thumbs up. Standing in this kind of place, no one wants to talk, because the smell in the air is really disgusting.

"You did a good job today. Give each of the brothers inside an extra hundred rubles as a reward!" Seryozha said to Yakov and left the mask to him, then turned and followed Yuri and Terkina to the car.

As soon as they got into the car, everyone quickly closed the windows. Yuri and Terkina were sitting in the back, and Sergio started the car and picked up the speed with a kick of the accelerator. He really didn't want to stay here for another minute.

Terkina and Yuri took off their protective clothing in the back seat. Terkina said happily while arranging her messy hair: "Seryozha, your move is too bad. This time Gorky University students are going crazy! You wouldn't really sell this to Lana, would you?"

Seryozha was not angry. He said to Terkina: "I am not so wicked. Now everything is ready, and the rest depends on how our little reporter performs!"

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Early on Monday morning, Damara, who hadn't slept well for several nights, came to the unit early with two dark circles under her eyes. She didn't plan to do anything today, but just stared at the phone. This is a life-and-death call for Damara! Once missed, Damara can only pack up and leave.

As the working hours approached, the number of people in the office gradually increased, and Damara couldn't help but worry about gains and losses again.

"Excuse me, is Ms. Damara here?" Someone suddenly shouted at the door.

"Here!" Damara was about to jump up excitedly. He quickly ran to the guy at the door. When he got closer, he saw that it was a handsome postman, and he was overjoyed. The postman took out a thick package from his big pocket and handed it to Damara. Damara quickly thanked her, took the package and went back.

Damara returned to her seat, picked up the scissors and opened the package, and a lot of classified file bags fell out, with some inexplicable things written on them.

"Sick pork? Waste oil? Poisoned rice? What kind of mess is this?" Damara looked at the label on the file bag, and Monk Zhang Er couldn't help but feel confused.

Damara first picked the file bag with the waste oil written on it, and picked up her breakfast sandwich. She planned to finish her breakfast while reading the materials and conceiving the press release. After all, irregular diet is harmful to the body. The damage is simply too great. It's a pity that Damara made the wrong idea.

In less than five minutes, Damara started throwing up with her trash basket in her arms, making the female colleague sitting behind her think she was pregnant, and quickly asked, "Damara! What's wrong? Did you accidentally get recruited?"

"I~ I'm fine, it's just that~~uh~~ it's really disgusting!"

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Early the next morning, on the campus of Gorky University, a student-like young man wearing glasses came to the cafeteria early. He ordered an fried egg, ham and rice porridge for himself as usual. Regular program every morning.

"Professor Pugachev, don't you find it annoying to eat the same thing every day?" A staff member who was familiar with him in the cafeteria asked with a smile.

"No! I like these things, and I won't bother eating them for the rest of my life! Besides, it's such a waste of time to think about what to eat!" Pugachev replied nerdyly.

Pugachev took his dinner plate to an empty seat, picked up a copy of today's Komsomolskaya Pravda under his arm, and began to read the newspaper while enjoying his breakfast. Just as the newspaper was unfolded, a piece of news on the front page caught Pugachev's attention.

"The food safety problem of Gorky University is worrying" According to the exclusive information obtained by this newspaper, there is a serious problem of corruption in the logistics department of Gorky University, and what is worse is that the managers of the logistics department simply ignore the many teachers in the school. The health of the students, in order to fill their pockets as much as possible, they actually purchase waste oil, poisoned rice, and dead pork at low prices for the teachers and students in the school. Maybe many people will feel confused when they read these words for the first time. So This newspaper specially introduced the meanings of these nouns in the last edition, and I advise all readers not to read while eating..."

There are many people who don't listen to the advice, and Pugachev is one of them. He couldn't control his curiosity and turned the newspaper to the last page. There are a lot of pictures on it, but because the newspaper is black and white, it is not very clear.

Pugachev straightened his glasses, then picked up the newspaper and began to read. He first read the part about the waste oil. The first few photos are very disgusting, there are sewers, there are trash cans full of food, it is very disgusting to see. The text next to it introduces that these things are the main source of waste oil. Immediately following the second part, it introduces how unscrupulous businessmen prepare waste oil. It only needs to go through simple filtration, heating, precipitation, and separation to complete the preparation of waste oil.

Pugachev spit it out after seeing half of it. He stood up angrily, picked up the dinner plate and threw it towards the window of the cafeteria angrily, shouting angrily: "You damned, you bastards! , actually feed us this kind of thing every day..."

In a place like the campus, news spreads surprisingly fast. Before the first class, almost everyone knew about the gutter oil. Angry students gathered in front of the office building of the logistics department, shouting loudly. Protest, let Lana get out! If it wasn't for the security guards in the school to stop it, the students would probably rush in.

At the same time, in the office building of the Gorky Municipal Party Committee, Bogdanov looked at the front page of Komsomolskaya Pravda, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He already knew clearly in his heart that Lana was finished.