National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 569 - 516 Unfussy

Chapter 569: Chapter 516 Unfussy

"We’ll just keep production running as usual today. As for the situation outside, there will naturally be a way to handle it. At the very least, until Jianyuan Group goes public, the city will have to protect us. We can’t just forsake money in the name of justice, right?" Yuan Yushan tried to boost morale and even cracked a joke.

Among the employees of the chemical factory, only a few laughed.

Everyone actually understood that it was highly unlikely the city would protect them any longer.

Officials might not care about justice, but they definitely care about their official hats.

In a country humiliated by the destruction of opium at Humen and the Opium Wars, even uneducated drug dealers knew that this stuff would not stand the light of day.

"If we’re going to produce as usual, then let’s get started," the workshop director called out to the workers to begin work.

The workers at the chemical factory began their tasks with listless motions, their attitude perfunctory, but their techniques were all quite good.

Yuan Jiansheng was 70 years old. He had started building the chemical factory in his 40s, and then a pharmaceutical factory, and to keep the factories running, he continuously skirted the edge of the law to produce various special precursors. He then put together teams, expanded the scale, screened employees, recruited new people, and maintained the team...

By now, most of the employees in the chemical factory were long-term workers of Jianyuan, with many in their 40s and 50s. They were all experienced workers who owned several houses, lived in large flats, had affairs, went through divorces and remarriages—old men who had seen it all.

In the entire chemical factory, even the workers who checked and cleaned the tanks were millionaires to start, but they still diligently did their work.

Of course, employees within the official staff of the big oil companies, tobacco companies, and the power grid wouldn’t give up their jobs just because they made a lot of money. In this respect, everyone’s work ethic was commendable.

Yuan Yushan watched the production proceeding smoothly and let out a sigh of relief before saying to her father, "As the saying goes, ’When the enemy comes, we block; when the water rises, we cover with soil.’ Aren’t we one of Qinghe City’s major taxpayers? Can they really afford to let us go?"

"I don’t know if they can let go or not, but my calls are no longer going through," sighed Yuan Jiansheng.

"Not a single one goes through? Did they plan this together?"

"I got through to Old Gu before, but in just a couple of days, Old Gu was gone. Now, tell me, who dares answer my calls?" Yuan Jiansheng said with a laugh.

He actually took it quite well; he was ready to retire anyway. And since Yuan Yushan had taken over, she had been doing very well, even by the standards of traditional private enterprise successors, she had reached an excellent level.

The crux of the issue was that the sky was falling, and Yuan Yushan could only be so tall.

Thinking this, Yuan Jiansheng’s laughter faded, and he said to Yuan Yushan, "Find a chance to leave if you can."

Yuan Yushan was taken aback, her expression changing slightly, "It hasn’t come to that point."

"You should have left yesterday," Yuan Jiansheng shook his head. "If there were still a chance, Jiang Yuan wouldn’t dare to directly grab your bodyguard."

"He’s the impetuous young type, unpredictable."

"Ningtai Jiangyuan, an ominous force to reckon with..." Yuan Jiansheng muttered, "I’ve heard he’s killed more than a hundred people. With such a savage after you, you can’t just think about the positives."

Yuan Yushan looked down and remained silent.

If not for the best, what should we do? Really just give up on Jianyuan?

If Jianyuan could be preserved, and the group went public, the Yuan Family would control a company worth tens of billions.

To amass such wealth, one has to face myriad trials. How many ordinary drug traffickers have weathered bloody storms to accumulate such fortunes? If a typical drug dealer earned a million for one drug run, it would take ten thousand runs to reach tens of billions. Assuming one was an official in Japan, to embezzle tens of billions, even if embezzling 10 million at a time, it would take a thousand acts of corruption, and even then it might just be in yen.

Why did Yuan Jiansheng take the risk to produce special precursors if not to save the company?

Yuan Yushan was not even thirty yet, but she lacked the confidence to start from scratch like her father had.

To shed the Chanel suit and deal drugs would be to truly become just another greasy, ordinary drug trafficker.

"Yushan..." Yuan Jiansheng said, "Listen to your father, while there’s still a way out..."

"They’ve already started arresting people from the chemical factory, the roads we left open before might not be safe anymore," Yuan Yushan paused, then continued, "You should pick a few people and take my older brother with you."

Yuan Jiansheng had three sons and a daughter. One son was dead, another imprisoned, only the eldest son, Yuan Yuming, was marginalized. Ironically, it was the marginalized eldest son whom Yuan Jiansheng had added to the drug trafficking team.

He had thought of it as making use of waste, but now it seemed like he had led Yuan Yuming to a dead end.

If it were just Yuan Jiansheng himself, he might not want to run, but thinking of his remaining son...

"I’ll talk to Yuming tonight," Yuan Jiansheng began to consider who to take with him.

In terms of intelligence and talent, Yuan Jiansheng was far inferior to his daughter Yuan Yushan, but in terms of mental strength and character, Yuan Jiansheng was much stronger than his daughter. He didn’t give up completely just because the situation was utterly grim.

Yuan Yushan looked around and said, "Take as many of the old employees with you as you can."

Originally, according to Yuan Yushan’s plan, she intended to continuously replace these old timers with newcomers.

Yuan Jiansheng also agreed with her approach, and even the veterans of the chemical plant themselves agreed. They had made enough money but still had to laboriously work overtime in production, with high quality requirements to boot. If it weren’t for the fear that Yuan Jiansheng might turn against them, these veterans would have resigned long ago.

Unfortunately, there just wasn’t enough time.

Perhaps it was also because Jianyuan’s scale was too large—when it began to metabolize on a large scale, the impact it caused inevitably spilled out.

To the Jianyuan syndicate, manufacturing drugs was an attempt at a new business, but for Huang Li’s group, it was a matter of life and death.

They used the most violent means to kill Wang Xingzhai, which demonstrated their stance. Not displaying the body publicly meant they still had a need for cooperation and a measure of restraint.

However, all of this was now worthless.

Yuan Yushan thought silently and then said, "We’ll try to find someone one more time tonight. Whether it works or not, I’ll help you and big brother leave. I’ll deal with tomorrow when it comes."

"You might as well leave first," Yuan Jiansheng persuaded her again and said, "If I stay in Jianyuan, I can still do something. These workers have been with me for so many years. As long as I stand up, nobody will be able to take Jianyuan away without any trouble."

Yuan Yushan held back her tears and shook her head.

Yuan Jiansheng’s health had already declined significantly; he wasn’t capable of organizing activities, not even withstand for two hours.

The father and daughter’s moment of tenderness was extremely brief before someone came running to report, "None of the people we sent out have come back, and we can’t get in touch with any of our distributors outside, either."

"The noose is tightening," Yuan Jiansheng snorted coldly.

"Also... the trucks that went out today haven’t come back," the person reporting hastily added when he saw that the two of them didn’t explode with emotion.

If the trucks couldn’t return, production would soon run into trouble.

Neither Yuan Jiansheng nor Yuan Yushan spoke. They no longer cared about production. But this signal was terribly bad, indicating that the time left for them was running short.

Seeing that the bosses were still approachable, the young man who came to report added, "There’s one more thing, the local police station is calling the workers, saying they must update their residence permits within three days. Those who don’t report will have their social security stopped and be fined. Now many are clamoring to leave the factory area, what should we do?"

Yuan Jiansheng was so furious he started breathing heavily.

"Tell the workers that the factory will coordinate with the police station and handle the updates together at a later date. Everyone need not go out, so as to avoid confusion, or they may end up having to go through the process twice," Yuan Yushan controlled her temper and offered a stalling solution.

This quick thinking was what Yuan Jiansheng admired, but it only deepened his sense of sorrow.

...

Jiang Yuan sat in the office, identifying fingerprints one by one.

After all, fingerprints, once known as the king of evidence, still carry a significant sense of authority even now. They can quickly pinpoint suspects—if the technology is strong enough, using fingerprints to lock down suspects can save a considerable amount of time.

Today, Jiang Yuan’s main task with fingerprints was to filter and compare the fingerprints of Jianyuan’s employees and related personnel at the crime scenes.

The origin of these fingerprints was widespread and the difficulty of comparison wasn’t high, but the output rate was too fast.

So much so that although it wasn’t just Jiang Yuan identifying fingerprints, those that were determined to match by him accounted for seventy to eighty percent.

Fingerprints identified as matches could be used to make arrests or help in selecting problematic lists of names.

Once people were caught, or problematic suspects found, it opened up the possibility to search their homes for more evidence, including fingerprints.

This cycle didn’t originally exist, but as Jiang Yuan took the lead, it naturally began.

Director Song, who was supposed to be overseeing the work, wisely said nothing and just silently watched the progress of the special investigation team.

"Director Song? Do you see any areas that need improvement?" Yu Wenshu, having finished his work, courteously addressed Song Tiancheng.

Having observed the entire day, Song Tiancheng could only give a wry smile. "I’m not in a position to speak of improvements. It’s just that the way Jiang Yuan works..."

Yu Wenshu’s heart leaped, hoping for some feedback, hoping he wouldn’t just go straight to the root of the issue.

"The way Jiang Yuan deals with evidence, it’s rather unexciting even when the case is cracked. Right?" Song Tiancheng suddenly looked at Yu Wenshu.

Yu Wenshu laughed heartily, lowering his voice even further, and sat down next to Song Tiancheng before laughingly whispering, "Jiang Yuan is the kind of person who doesn’t choose weapons when killing."