People in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded when they saw what was in front of them.
And Chu Qian was dumbfounded when she saw these things in front of her.
What on earth is this place?
In front of Chu Qian's eyes, large machines stood there.
This is not a small warehouse.
Under the small warehouse is a large basement.
This underground area covers almost the entire seafood market.
Chu Qian was slightly stunned when she saw this scene.
She didn't expect such a scene down here.
Then why does this place only have such simple security?
But if you think about it carefully, the biggest security system here seems to be the surveillance network outside.
Under such a meticulous tracking network, it is indeed difficult to disclose.
The security construction here actually doesn't make much sense.
It can even be regarded as a waste of manpower and material resources.
And Chu Qian came here because she had finished talking to people outside.
That's why Chu Qian seems so relaxed and comfortable here.
These machines are still working non-stop. It seems that the many inexplicable sounds that Chu Qian heard just now must have come from here.
There were a few people walking back and forth among the machines. They should have noticed Chu Qian coming in, but no one raised their head to take a closer look at her.
It seems like what happens here has nothing to do with them.
"Isn't this the legendary hidden black food processing factory?"
Someone in the live broadcast room said something shocking.
"Really or fake?"
"Is the brother's news true?"
"There's a story, I've heard of it, is it in a place like this?"
"Does this seafood market actually have so many secrets?"
……
The live broadcast room was completely detonated by this sentence.
All the people kept sighing at everything in front of them.
Chu Qian also saw the barrage.
She has not lived in this city for a long time.
Naturally, I have never heard of such rumors.
But judging from the things in front of us.
This should really be the case.
What kind of force can build this scale underground?
Judging from the reaction of this group of people.
They are literally like the screws of this giant factory machinery.
They are also working continuously.
No one fished or did anything else.
No one cares about who Chu Qian is.
None of them even questioned Chu Qian's identity.
As if everyone who can enter this place is trustworthy.
There is no need to worry about other people entering this place.
Even though Chu Qian is a brand new face they have never seen before.
This kind of strong execution ability made Chu Qian's heart tremble.
How long has this place been around?
It was actually made in such a large market.
What a surprising scale.
Chu Qian moved her steps in the market.
Collect all the pictures here into the pictures in your own live broadcast room.
The whole picture of this place was slowly revealed to everyone.
More and more details are starting to come into people’s eyes.
More and more shocking points are beginning to come into people’s eyes.
A series of screams began to sound in the live broadcast room...
At this time, in the conference room of the Magic City Market Management Bureau.
There was a sound of breaking glass.
The water glass in Lao Yang's hand broke and fell to the ground the moment he saw this scene.
But no one even paid attention to this scene.
Everyone is staring at the screen in front of them.
Shocked.
No one even had any other emotions except shock.
All of them were dumbfounded.
What on earth is this thing in front of me?
They have long known that there is a batch of mysterious black food in the market.
But they have no idea where it was produced.
They searched all the food-producing places in the city, but could not find any place that was suspected of producing those foods.
And those illegal foods have gone through layers of dealers before entering the market.
Therefore, there is no way to find out the source of food through distributors.
They have been having headaches for a long time because of these things.
No one expected that in just one day, Chu Qian would help them solve two such difficult things.
Lao Yang opened his mouth slightly, but didn't say anything.
The way Chu Qian and Chu Qian entered this place were simply a miracle in the eyes of this group of people.
How did she do it?
It's so easy to enter a place with many layers of security.
They had never even imagined that this processing plant would be located in this market.
Because there is no location in this market that can build a factory of this size.
So none of them had any doubt that such a thing really existed in this place.
There is such a large basement under this seafood market.
When was this built?
Why is there not even any record on the file?
Did they build it themselves?
Then why don’t you know the slightest movement?
What kind of strength can build such an underground factory without any human feelings?
Several people here have no way of imagining it.
Soon, people present discovered another problem.
So, it seems that Brother Chen is not just the boss of the black-hearted merchant.
He is even the chief supervisor of this underground factory.
Everyone shuddered after seeing this scene.
Who is this person?
Is there actually such strength?
No one spoke.
Only Lao Yang silently lit up a cigarette.
"Have all the information of those named Chen been found?"
Lao Yang spoke slowly, and an inexplicable sense of oppression spread from the room.
"We are already checking, and the information will be sent over soon!"
Someone below hurriedly looked at the mouth.
Showing the scene in front of me, this is no longer a trivial matter.
It is no longer a matter of learning.
"Let them hurry up..."
Lao Yang said lightly, and the cigarette in his mouth disappeared faster and faster.
"Find it out quickly and inform Lao Cao that there is work to do!"
He put the cigarette in his mouth into the ashtray.
The strength in my hand is like crushing that cigarette.
"This thing has been placed in front of us. If we don't get rid of it, we will lose our face."
A trace of fierceness flashed across Lao Yang's face, as if he had made a decision.