On the outskirts of Gorky City, in a simple tin house, a foul smell emanated from time to time, and Yakov, who had no protection, couldn't stop retching.
And Seryosha stood next to him with a mask, waiting for the results inside.
After about ten minutes, Gergina and Yuri came out of the tin house, they were wearing biohazmat suits from head to toe, and Gerkina had a camera in her hand, and as soon as she came out, she made a triumphant gesture at Seryosha.
Seryosha stroked Yakov's back, hoping to help Yakov feel better.
Seeing Yuri and Gerkina coming out, he hurriedly echoed a thumbs up.
Standing in such a place, no one wants to speak, because the smell in the air is so disgusting.
"Well done today, give each brother an extra hundred rubles as a reward," Seryosha left him with his mask after saying to Yakov, turned around and followed Yuri and Terkina towards the car.
As soon as they got into the car, everyone quickly closed the windows.
Yuri and Dzerkina sat in the back, and the Serio sofa moved the car, and with one foot of the accelerator turned the speed up, he really didn't want to stay here for another minute.
Gergina and Yuri took off their protective suits in the back seat, and Gerkina said happily while arranging her messy hair: "Seryosha, your trick is really too bad, now the students of Gorky University have to go crazy, you won't really sell this kind of thing to Lana."
Seryosha was not angry, he said to Dzerkina: "I am not so lacking in virtue, now everything is ready, the rest depends on how our little journalist plays" 。。。
Early on Monday morning, Damara, who had not 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, just stared at the phone.
This is a life-and-death phone call for Damara, and once it is missed, Damala can only roll up and leave.
As the time to work approached, there were more people in the office, and Damara couldn't help but feel a little bit more about gains and losses.
"May I ask if Ms.
Damara is there?"
suddenly someone shouted at the door.
"Here" Damara was about to jump up excitedly, he ran quickly to the guy at the door, and when he got closer, he saw that he was a handsome postman, and he was immediately happy.
I saw the postman take out a thick package from his large pocket and give it to Damara.
Damara hurriedly thanked him, took the package and went back.
Damara returned to her seat, picked up the scissors and unwrapped the package, which had fallen out of a lot of sorted file bags with something inexplicable written on them.
"What kind of mess is this about sick pork, gutter oil, poisoned rice," Damara looked at the label on the file bag, and couldn't help but be a little confused.
Damara first picked the file bag with gutter oil written on it, and picked up her breakfast sandwich, she planned to finish her breakfast while reading the materials and thinking about the press release, after all, irregular eating is too harmful to the body.
It's a pity that Damara got the wrong idea.
In less than five minutes, Damara had already begun to hold her garbage basket and began to vomit, making the female colleague sitting behind her think she was pregnant, and quickly asked: "What's wrong with Damara, did you accidentally get hit?"
"I'm fine, just uh it's disgusting" 。。。
Early the next morning, on the campus of Gorky University, a young man with glasses who looked like a student came to the cafeteria early, and he ordered himself an omelette ham and rice porridge as usual, which was his regular program every morning.
"Professor Pugachev, don't you get annoyed by eating the same thing every day," the staff in the cafeteria, who was familiar with him, asked with a smile.
"No, these things are what I like, I don't have to eat for the rest of my life, and it's a waste of time to think about what to eat," Pugachev replied in a somewhat nerdy manner.
Pugachev took his plate to an empty seat, picked up a copy of today's Komsomolskaya Pravda that was added under his arm, and began to read the newspaper while enjoying his breakfast.
As soon as the newspaper was unfolded, a message on the front page caught Pugachev's attention.
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 even worse is that the managers of the logistics department have completely disregarded the health of many teachers and students in the school.
Therefore, this newspaper has introduced the meaning of these terms in the last page, and advises readers not to read them while eating."
Pugachev was one of the many people who did not listen to advice, and he could not control his curiosity and went straight to the last page of the newspaper.
There are a lot of pictures on it, but because the newspaper is in black and white, it is not very easy to read.
Pugachev helped his glasses, then picked up the newspaper and read it, the first thing he read was the part of the gutter oil.
The first few photos are very disgusting, there are sewers, there are garbage cans full of food, and the people who look at them are very unappetizing.
The text next to it says that these things are the main source of gutter oil.
Immediately after the second part, it introduces how the black-hearted businessman prepares gutter oil, which can be prepared by simple filtration, heating, precipitation, and separation.
Pugachev vomited when he saw half of it, he stood up angrily, picked up the plate and threw it angrily at the window of the cafeteria, and roared angrily: "You damned, dogs and immoral ghosts, you actually give us this kind of thing every day" In a place like the campus, the news spreads at an alarming rate, and before the first class starts, almost everyone knows about the gutter oil, and the angry students gather in front of the office building of the logistics department, protesting loudly, telling Lana to get out of the way, if it is not for the security guards in the school, I am afraid that the students will rush in.
At the same moment, 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 head, he already knew clearly in his heart that Lana was finished.
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