novelraw Chapter 68 Releasing Light? You've already chosen your own death!
Chapter 68 Releasing Light? You've already chosen your own death!
Zhou Jiannan practically fled.
Lin Yu watched as Zhou Jiannan's old jeep hurriedly turned off the factory's dirt road. Before the dust kicked up by the rear wheels had settled, Liu Jianguo came up to him.
The former factory director finally got the laugh he'd been waiting for, and the slyness he'd been holding back turned into a big laugh.
Liu Jianguo rubbed his hands together, lowered his voice, and probed like a thief:
"Director Lin, what were you doing just now...? And what was Section Chief Zhou doing?"
"It's nothing." Lin Yu brushed off non-existent dust from his cuffs. "He's in a hurry to get back and write a report, let's not delay his work."
Liu Jianguo swallowed hard. He clearly remembered that Zhou Jiannan didn't look like this when he came in this week.
Having worked in factories for over twenty years, he had a good eye. The way Zhou Jiannan looked when he came out of the reagent area meant that he hadn't found a problem at all, but rather that he had seen something he shouldn't have.
What kind of powerful figure could make a section chief who was eager to make a name for himself suddenly lose his temper and run away?
Liu Jianguo didn't dare ask any more questions, but simply bent his waist even lower.
Lin Yu didn't want to pay attention to him; he had more important things to do.
When he returned to the factory and saw Zhang Guoqiang, he immediately urged him to answer:
"Come on, where are those two barrels of unidentified reagent? I'll go check on them now."
Zhang Guoqiang nodded and immediately led Lin Yu to a corner of the warehouse.
"The test results haven't come back yet. We opened it and took a look; this thing actually looks quite similar to our chemical."
Upon arrival, Zhang Guoqiang handed Lin Yu a protective suit and, from a distance, used a hook to lift the lid of the reagent container.
The substance was colorless and transparent. Zhang Guoqiang even handed a small bottle of the extracted liquid to Lin Yu.
Lin Yu took a sniff; the smell was somewhat like chloroform.
It's so well mixed in with their chemical raw materials that you can't tell the difference at all.
Zhang Guoqiang added.
"It was when our soldiers were counting the buckets that they discovered there were two extra, and that's when they found out the two buckets were wrong."
Countless possibilities flashed through Lin Yuzhong's mind.
Finally, the liquid was divided into four portions and placed in test tubes. A few drops of halogen elements were added to each test tube.
Chlorine turns yellow-green, bromine turns reddish-brown, and iodine turns purplish-red.
With such a result, the answer is quite obvious.
It's carbon tetrachloride.
In 94, China had not yet banned this substance. It was mainly used as a solvent and fire extinguishing agent, and some people also secretly used it for dry cleaning.
But it will absolutely not appear in the reagent warehouse of a chemical plant.
Moreover, this ingredient was not included in the extract he specially prepared.
Lin Yu took off his protective suit, his voice filled with suppressed anger.
"If this thing is left alone, there's not much to worry about as long as no one drinks from it."
"But when heated to over 500 degrees Celsius, it decomposes into phosgene and chlorine."
"Not to mention that if it comes into contact with sulfuric acid containing sulfur trioxide, it can produce phosgene at 50 or 60 degrees Celsius."
"Our factory's eluent contains fuming sulfuric acid, which is composed of sulfur trioxide."
Lin Yu leaned back in his seat, feeling a lingering fear while secretly plotting how to get Wu Xiangrong and his group all to prison.
But they felt that simply sending him to prison wasn't enough; they wanted to at least make this kind of filthy person return all his dirty money.
Zhang Guoqiang didn't know much about the chemical industry, and when he heard Lin Yu say this, he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.
"Luminous energy?"
Zhang Guoqiang and his comrades were in charge of the reagent area. If Wu Xiangrong succeeded, these young men would probably have to retire on the spot.
Phosgene was used as a poison gas during World War I. Mild poisoning can cause dizziness and vomiting, while severe poisoning can cause emphysema and even death.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Guoqiang's face immediately changed.
"I'll have someone investigate right away!"
Lin Yu nodded, picked up a piece of steel slag with some anxiety, and rubbed it repeatedly in his hands to relieve the pressure.
This is the worst-case scenario; the other side doesn't care about people's lives when they attack, but they can't do that.
Zhang Guoqiang was very fast; he returned and found Lin Yu in about an hour.
"We've found the source."
"A batch of goods that entered Tianjin Port last Friday was declared as industrial cleaning agents on the customs declaration."
Zhang Guoqiang paused.
"The recipient is Xiangrong Material Recycling Company."
Lin Yu threw the clump of steel slag he was crumpling on the ground and clapped his hands.
Prosperity. Prosperity again.
"Wu Xiangrong, right?"
With Zhao Mingli's information, he finally matched the name with the person.
The owner of an oil refinery, the owners of two small steel mills, and the owner of Xiangrong Material Recycling.
Now we must add one more charge: smuggling dangerous chemicals and plotting poisoning.
Lin Yu stood in the cold March wind and suddenly smiled.
He recalled what Zhao Mingli had said on the phone: Wu Xiangrong also owns an oil refinery, whose gasoline is of good quality and is sold to many places.
An oil refinery?
Before putting Wu Xiangrong in jail, he's going to show this bastard what retribution is all about.
So you're playing dirty tricks, aren't you?
It's like someone who can't do anything.
Zhang Guoqiang looked at him with some concern.
"Comrade Lin, let us handle this matter."
"We've already sent people to Tianjin to investigate the whereabouts of this batch of goods. We've secured the witnesses and physical evidence; that should be enough to give him a hard time."
Lin Yu shook his head.
"That's not enough; smuggling chemicals only gets you a few years at most."
"Even if the poisoning attempt failed, he could claim he didn't know the stuff was poisonous and just bought it as a cleaning agent."
Lin Yu paused as he spoke.
"Besides, there must be someone behind him."
Lin Yu didn't believe that a small oil refinery owner could cause such a big stir in Beijing.
Back in his office, Lin Yu spread out a sheet of white paper, unscrewed the pen cap, and held the pen tip suspended on the paper for a long time before starting to write.
He wants to figure out who the protectors are throughout the entire industry chain.
At the same time, a Jiefang brand truck was slowly coming to a stop at the factory gate.
A young man wearing an old cotton-padded coat jumped out of the cab; it was Xiao Zhao from the transport team.
His face had obvious bruises, and there was a cut on the corner of his mouth.
After getting off the bus, he wiped the still-wet bloodstains on his hands onto his clothes.
Sun Qingnian was just coming out of the material yard when he saw it and was startled. He rushed over in three steps and asked in alarm:
"You fucking got into a fight?"
Xiao Zhao didn't say anything, took out a cigarette to light it, but his hand was shaking and he couldn't light it after striking the lighter several times.
Sun Qingnian grabbed his arm.
"say!"
"Section Chief Sun..."
Xiao Zhao felt a tightness in his throat.
"When I got home last night, there was manure thrown in front of my house."
"My grandma went out to take out the trash, stepped into the trash, and fell down at the doorway. She's over 70 years old and can't get up."
He paused, his voice trembling, his tone filled with grievance and unease.
"This morning when I was about to drive, I found that all four tires were punctured."
"It was written in red paint on the wall: If you deliver goods to the Red Star Factory again, next time we'll throw gasoline instead of excrement."
"I saw someone carrying a bucket of paint who hadn't gone far, so I went up to argue with them, and they beat me up again."
"I've come to resign from Factory Director Lin's position."
"I'm too scared to do it anymore."
Sun Qingnian opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Several workers gathered around at some point, but none of them made a sound.
They experienced something similar.
In the silent air, only an old lathe operator took the cigarette from Xiao Zhao's hand, lit it for him, and then handed it back to him before falling silent as well.
Finally, the group escorted Xiao Zhao to Lin Yu's office.
When the workers knocked on the door and entered the room, Lin Yu was writing a series of mind maps about petrochemicals.
When Lin Yu looked up, he saw Zhao Zhiqiang, the young driver, with bruises on his face and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking at him with a wronged expression.
He choked up as he spoke:
"Director Lin, I want to resign."