Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 181 Escape

Everyone in the Magic City Liuli fan group was also blown up.

Fans who saw the news were all bubbling.

"Damn it, the number of people on Liuli's attention list is still increasing!"

"Is this going to restart the world, isn't Master Liuli crazy?"

"If it wasn't for Thailand, I would pack up and run away now."

"Run with a hammer, God Liuli is paying attention, where are you going?"

"It's still going up, there are already [-] brothers, I'm so fucking cracked on the spot."

"It can't go up, it can't go up anymore, I can't stand it anymore."

"I'm numb, really!"

"Does anyone know why the Great God Liuli is? Did someone in Thailand offend the Great God Liuli?"

"Let's do a big analysis."

"I don't know if anyone has offended God Liuli. Anyway, I found out that the Thai users who are followed are all from the same place."

"Really, the IPs are all the same."

"The worst thing is that Master Liuli doesn't start a live broadcast. If there is a live broadcast, we can still ask."

……

Live platform operation headquarters.

Everyone in the technical department was paralyzed, and only after seeing Liuli's account messages and screenshots did they realize that something serious had happened.

The technical department is responsible for the technicians on Liuli's side, and immediately reported the news to the manager.

After reporting layer by layer, it was quickly placed in front of the general manager.

The general manager trembled.

"What is this magic capital Liuli doing?"

"What on earth does she want to do?"

The technical director shook his head.

"General manager, now we only know that this account that suddenly appeared over the wall is indeed the account of Modu Liuli."

"The number of followers has reached 45!"

The signature pen in the general manager's hand snapped off.

"45?"

"It's already 45?"

The technical director said dryly.

"Yes, and there seems to be an upward trend."

The general manager completely slumped in his seat, momentarily speechless.

……

In just one morning, I don't know how many people are paying attention to Magic City Liuli, and the news is constantly fermenting on the Internet.

Many companies sensed the opportunity and held meetings overnight.

What happened to Liu Li was like a stone falling into a lake, causing ripples.

……

In Thailand, at the Basong Chemical Factory, a drop of sweat fell into a bucket.

A woman about 50 years old carried a bucket and walked through the iron gate to the factory.

Several men in blue overalls were smoking and chatting at the gate of the factory. These burly men had electric batons pinned to their waists.

Passing through the gate, the woman walked through the roaring machine with a bucket, and on both sides were children who were as tall as her waist, shuttled skillfully outside the machine.

The whole factory was unbearably hot, and the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of tobacco and engine oil was extremely pungent.

The woman seemed to have gotten used to the environment here, silently carrying a bucket to find a sweating man.

"Santa, listen to me, now we must leave here immediately."

The man named Santa looked at his wife with a numb face and shook his head.

"Indira, we can't escape. This is the Bassoon Chemical Factory, and the only ones who can get out are the dead."

"You'd better get rid of that idea, or you'll kill us."

Indira poured water from the bucket into the man's cup and said in horror.

"This morning, I heard a few guards mention Magic City Liuli, and they all got attention."

Santa revealed surprise, and quickly lowered her voice to ask.

"Madou Liuli? Is that the one who paid attention to Lisa?"

Indira nodded, both hated and frightened.

"Yes, even that foreign wizard, if it weren't for her our daughter wouldn't have died."

"You and I will not be caught in the Bassoon chemical factory."

Santa also gritted his teeth, but asked suspiciously.

"That wizard deserves to die, but why do you want to escape?"

"If you get caught... you might as well die."

Indira grabbed her husband's arm and said in horror.

"Don't you understand yet?"

"That wizard cursed the entire chemical plant!"

"I will die, you will die, everyone here will die!"

Santa was silent, just looked at his wife coldly.

He doesn't believe in so-called curses, let alone death predictions.

Santa only knew that if he dared to escape, the end would be worse than death.

Even here, I will die sooner or later, but I can live a few more days, right?

Indira shook her head in disappointment and looked at her husband.

"If you don't want to go, I will go."

Indira dropped those words, turned around and left without looking back.

Santa looked at his wife's back and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything to persuade him to stay.

Santa continued to repeat the mechanical work with his head down, and suddenly there were beatings, scolding and shouting in his ears.

Soon, two security guards dragged Indira, whose forehead was broken, towards the manager's office.

Seeing this, Santa clenched his fists tightly, and when he saw the electric baton in the security guard's hand, he let it go quietly.

When Indira was dragged to the manager's office, the manager was crossing his legs and checking financial statements in front of the computer with the air conditioner on.

The security guard threw Indira on the ground and reported with a blank expression.

"Manager, this woman wants to escape."

The manager glanced up at Indira, and said a word indifferently.

"beat."

Without hesitation, the security guard raised the electric baton in his hand and waved it down without any mercy.

A burst of screams suddenly came from the manager's office.

The seven or eight-year-old children around were trembling with fright, and then quickly shuttled among the roaring machines.

The rest of the elderly and women heard the screams, their faces were miserable, but they quietly looked away, not daring to look up at the manager's office.

They seemed to want to bury their heads in the machine and let the noise drown out the screams.

After a while, the voices in the office gradually stopped.

The fat general manager lit a cigarette for himself, glanced at the bruised woman on the ground and knocked on the table.

"You bastards just don't understand human speech."

"When you come here, the factory feeds you with delicious food and drink, and you actually want to escape?"

"Tell you, the money owed by you and your husband has not been paid off."

In the eyes of the general manager, not killing women is just because they are afraid of losing a labor force.

These people were bought with money, and if they didn't make enough money back, it would be a loss-making business.

It is his dereliction of duty to make a loss-making business.

Once he neglected his duty and his boss found out, his end would be to work with these group of child laborers and bought coolies.

That's how he replaced the last manager.

Indira wiped the blood off her face and begged.

"General Manager, I don't want to run away, something will happen to the factory."

"All of us will die."

"If you don't leave, it will be too late!"

"Please, let us go."

Indira clasped her hands together, and after she finished speaking, she kowtowed on the ground non-stop, and the blood on her forehead did not dare to stop.

She knew very well that this was the only way to save her life now!

(End of this chapter)