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Chapter 239: Chapter 239 I Believe in Boss Luo
Unlike Huang Dashun’s chicken farm, Luo Family Chicken Farm is built underground, completely detached from the village.
It is also the chicken farm that Lin Chuxia considers the safest.
Completely isolated from the world, and vaccinated, the probability of infection is extremely low.
Due to the dead chickens located beside the chicken farm, Hou Xiaobao did not dare to accept the goods of the day and hurried back to report, the chicken farm owner also came with him.
Luo Yulin wore a face full of worry; if not for Hou Xiaobao’s discovery, he would have been completely unaware of the dead chickens near their farm.
Upon seeing Lin Chuxia, Luo Yulin urgently explained.
"To prevent our farm’s chickens from getting infected, I haven’t left the farm in this period. Food and drink have been delivered to the door by my wife, I genuinely didn’t know about the dead chickens outside the farm. I swear to heaven, those dead chickens are definitely not from our farm."
It wasn’t their farm’s chickens, but the dead chickens were right next to their farm; he knew there was a risk of infection.
Thinking about the several thousand chickens in the farm, Luo Yulin felt like his mouth was about to blister. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Due to the chicken plague matter, Lin Chuxia spent these past few days at Xiyang Food Factory.
After listening to Luo Yulin’s words, Lin Chuxia and Su Wensong looked at each other.
Having cooperated with Luo Family Chicken Farm for so long, they knew Luo Yulin’s character.
When it was time for spring vaccinations, they reminded a few farms supplying them, and only Luo Family Chicken Farm responded.
How many chickens were raised, how many epidemic prevention personnel went, how many vaccines were injected—he recorded them all and reported back to Xiyang Food Factory.
If Huang Dashun became complacent because he was their first supplier, Luo Yulin was cautious in every step, fearing he would lose the cooperation by relying on Xiyang Food Factory.
But no matter how cautious, nobody can guarantee against chicken plague.
Dead chickens were found near the farm; it would take a few days to confirm whether the farm’s chickens were infected with the plague.
Now the concern was whether today’s batch of chickens could be accepted.
Just as Su Wensong was about to refuse the batch, Lin Chuxia spoke up, "Houzi, go with Boss Luo later and bring today’s chickens back. I trust Boss Luo; today’s batch will have no issues."
Upon hearing this, Luo Yulin suddenly brightened up, his words tumbling out incoherently in gratitude, "Thank you, thank you Mr. Lin for your trust in us. Rest assured, I will never compromise the quality of the goods. Our chicken farm’s chickens are absolutely fine."
Lin Chuxia raised his hand, "There’s no problem now, but that doesn’t guarantee the future. Boss Luo, your chicken farm is so far from the village, and there are no sick or dead chickens inside the farm. Where do you think these external dead chickens came from? Have you thought about this, Boss Luo?"
Luo Yulin stood frozen, then his face showed a hint of anger.
Nowadays, people live hard lives, and even if the chickens at home catch the chicken plague and die, they would not discard them but would stew and eat them.
Even if some people really don’t want to eat sick chickens, they would bury them. It is unthinkable to just throw them carelessly, especially not toward their chicken farm.
If it’s not done carelessly, then it was done intentionally.
He knew during the two years he ran the chicken farm, some in the village coveted his business.
But who could have done this since he had never offended anyone and his family members were all amiable?
Lin Chuxia noticed his realization and voiced a reminder, "Boss Luo needs to ensure his chicken farm is well-guarded and also think if he has offended anyone, or if anyone harbors ill will towards his farm. This time it was discovered and handled promptly, but what about next time? The dead chickens were found outside the farm; the virus can spread through various means..."
"I understand, Mr. Lin; I will certainly safeguard it thoroughly. Should any issues arise at the chicken farm, I will inform Mr. Lin promptly and certainly won’t supply Xiyang Food Factory with any sick or dead chickens."
Lin Chuxia nodded; this was a matter directly related to Luo Yulin’s personal interests; no further elaboration was needed from him.
After Luo Yulin left, Lin Chuxia called Qin Wu, of course accompanied by the ever-present Qin Jianjun.
"How’s it going with the court?"
Ever since Huang Dashun’s mother and his wife made a scene, they haven’t contacted Huang Dashun and are preparing to proceed through legal channels.
"The court has accepted the case and will first attempt mediation. They will notify Huang Dashun, setting the mediation for three days later."
Lin Chuxia nodded, then turned to discuss with Su Wensong, "You all should go."
It wasn’t about being braver in numbers; this was their factory’s first involvement in such a matter, and as simple villagers who farmed their whole lives, they would likely never experience this otherwise.
Letting everyone witness this would also be an experience and a growth opportunity.
"Okay," several people responded in agreement.
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Right when Lin Jiayi entered the county town, she heard people discussing Xiyang Food Factory.
Ancity County wasn’t large, and Xiyang Food Factory was the largest private enterprise there, coupled with the chicken plague—something that affects every household—the public interest was naturally high.
Initially, Lin Jiayi didn’t care much; she had been frequently running to the county recently to prevent any further entanglement between Li Guangyuan and Widow Tian.
She had come to understand that relying on the Li Family to protect her was impossible, even though she was expecting a child of the Li Family.
And hoping for Li Guangyuan to develop a conscience seemed even more unlikely; she increasingly realized that this man was not what she had imagined.
If she wanted to establish her position in the Li Family and gain Li Guangyuan’s attention, it would all be up to her.
Thus, other than making frequent trips to the county, she was also contemplating a plan; if it succeeded, it would surely make Li Guangyuan see her in a new light.
Even Old Mrs. Li and her two sister-in-laws would have to treat her with courtesy.
Although Lin Jiayi was sensitive to anything related to Lin Chuxia, topics on Xiyang Food Factory and Qin’s Bun Shop had always been hot gossip topics that she was tired of hearing about.
Yet, what she heard today seemed different from usual, especially that phrase about sick and dead chickens; Lin Jiayi immediately stopped a nearby elderly lady.
"Ma’am, what did you just say? What about sick and dead chickens?"
The lady was initially sharing gossip with her peers, but hearing someone interested, she repeated what she had said earlier and added her own insights and analysis.
"I’m not really sure of the specific details right now, but these days, it’s probably best to avoid buying prepared foods as much as possible. I heard that chicken plague is spreading terribly. If the food factory used sick chickens—of course, I’m not saying that Xiyang Food Factory is bad—I’m worried about the suppliers’ chickens. Those chickens are processed; who knows if they are sick chickens. In case they pass inspection by deceit, I definitely don’t want to eat sick chickens."
