Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 248 After the first day of the new year, it will be fifteen!

After the barrage stopped for a while, Mo Yu put the live broadcast phone away, and the camera focused on the little girls eating apples.

Turn around and walk towards the guy from Homeland Defense next door.

Seeing Mo Yu approaching, the other party nodded with a smile.

"Professor Mo, don't worry, we've already taken care of it!"

"Those who blackmail you, we will deal with them cleanly!"

"At this critical moment, they can't let them mess around! Just rest assured!"

"There's also your safety issue, don't worry at all! Brothers are all taking things with them!"

As he said that, the man opened his clothes, and under the not-so-thick black suit, hung a variety of weapons.

Two pistols, one pistol modified micro punch module assembly, eight [-]-round magazines.

Six small fragmentation grenades, smoke grenades, and flash grenades.

There is also a small four-axis drone, and there is a silver-white thing hanging on the drone.

Should be a bomb too.

To show off, he quickly pulled up his clothes again, looking around and whistling.

Mo Yu's eyelids twitched.

This scene reminded him of a joke on the Internet.

【When your FPS game character is in the real world】

With a backpack of grenade bullets and guns, he couldn't run at all!

This man looked ordinary, if it wasn't for the black suit, no one would have looked at him more.

Who would have thought that there would be so many things about him?

Glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention, Mo Yu asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Little Baga—"

"Their nuclear waste water is almost out of storage, you know that."

"Then, they are actually already lining up!"

"According to the information we have received, their coastal agriculture, forestry, fishery and animal husbandry have actually been affected."

"People are afraid of death!"

"No one in their own family buys those items."

"Then, these unsalable things have to go somewhere!"

"As one of the few big consumer countries in the world, our country is naturally targeted by them."

"They want to build momentum among the people, promoting their products as pollution-free and safe."

"Then sell those cores at a high price."

The staff looked helpless, spreading their hands left and right, telling the cause and effect of everything.

Hearing this, Mo Yu wanted to laugh.

Speaking of which, the pioneer who drank nuclear wastewater back then has not come out for a long time!
Perhaps, the grave grass is several meters high.

"What are you going to do?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Mo Yu asked curiously.

Get things and bring goods by yourself, and then these guys will find things for themselves when they are free.

If I don't find something for them to do, I'm really sorry for myself!
"Us? Huh—" the staff member pointed at himself and smiled wryly.

"The market supervisors are numb, there are thieves everywhere, and they have been arresting people these days!"

"Our people are cooperating! But if it's Professor Mo who makes the move, they might not dare to say anything!"

Hearing this, Mo Yu nodded.

"Okay! Get ready, I'm going back to Hai Province!"

A little later, after saying hello to the people in Guojia Village, Mo Yu boarded the pickup truck that left.

The entrance of Guojia Village.

When the convoy disappeared at the entrance of the village, the eight women in the village immediately left alive.

"Hey, I heard that this person seems to be some kind of mad scientist? Many things he made violate the laws of nature!"

"Yeah, I also heard from those experts that eating those unnatural things makes it easy to get sick?"

"That won't work! I have to go back first, my grandson has eaten a lot of apples!"

However, before they left, the village chief Guo Gangde turned around, his dark face was full of murderous intent.

The majestic gaze swept over the people present.

Frightened by his majesty, none of these gossips dared to meet his gaze.

Guo Gangde's eyes finally fell on a few women in the crowd.

"The apples from your family! Others from the cooperative will top them up! You don't have to sell them! I will clarify with others in writing!"

"If you spoil the things you sell yourself, who would dare to eat yours!"

"It's the same with everyone else!"

"Others help you to have good weather, but you still gossip behind your back!"

"If I hear such words in the village again in the future! I will give the order to other people!"

"Go away!"

Guo Gangde yelled especially loudly at the last two words.

Shocked by the sound, the gossiping women present scattered like birds and beasts, and swarmed home.

Seeing this scene, Guo Ming in the corner just shook his head slightly, as if he was not surprised by such a thing.

Turning around and returning home, he took out his cell phone, and then took out a phone book with a red cover from the drawer beside the bed.

Holding the phone book and walking into the sun, with a little saliva on the index finger of his right hand, he carefully opened the phone book.

On the yellow phone book, some names were neatly written down.

Behind the name is the phone number and work unit.

Recalling those events back then, Guo Ming stretched out his hands to rub his face, and pressed his fingers on the keyboard.

Fortunately, the first number dialed was connected.

"Hi, hello, is this editor-in-chief Liu? I'm Guo Ming. I met you at the Civil Science Conference ten years ago!"

"Yes! This time I want to ask you for a favor! It's about Professor Mo Yu..."

"..."

After dialing all the numbers, the sky had already dimmed, and the moon poked out in the sky.

Like a sharp sickle.

Guo Ming looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, with a rare smile on his face.

Recalling what my parents said when I was a child, I unconsciously raised my left hand to hold my ear, then raised my right hand, pointing fingers at the moon.

……

Donghai, in an old six-story building.

The gray-haired Liu Xing sat in front of the computer, staring at a pair of big eyes, typing on the keyboard frantically with both hands.

After a while, a call to action was released.

Looking at the news in his hand, he was very satisfied.

It's been a long time since I published an article in the name of Science Fiction World. I didn't expect that it would be an article.

He sent this essay to his apprentice, the new editor-in-chief of Science Fiction World, and attached his own request: put it on the head of the newspaper.

The new editor-in-chief of Science Fiction World saw the document sent by the teacher and confirmed that there were no grammatical errors or citation errors.

Without hesitation, it was sent directly to the printing department.

At the same time, he also posted this essay to the official account of Science Fiction World.

Not long after, the person in charge of the printing department who stayed up late and worked overtime called.

"Editor-in-Chief, this article is a bit sharper!"

"Would you like to see what the title of the article is?"

"A call for counterfeit popular science!"

"Does the call to action still need to be written for you? Hurry up and print it!"

As a once prosperous newspaper, Science Fiction World has its own target group.

Today, with the rise of online self-media, it still maintains a daily distribution speed.

Then, when those target groups get the newspaper, they will see the article on the front page at a glance.

"Pseudo-science popularizers, rentiers..."

After reading it, they were all dumbfounded.

These bastards are so not afraid of death?

(End of this chapter)