Chapter 1997 Monsanto’s Little Guy

Lawrence moved quickly.

During the break before the wedding, rumors about Monsanto had begun to circulate in society.

It contains true and false, everything.

There is a righteous side and an evil side.

It is not a one-sided statement that Monsanto is poisoning mankind.

In fact, some public opinion has even begun to praise Monsanto's contribution to society.

This naturally attracted the attention of Monsanto’s public relations department.

"Hanni, have you noticed the rumors about the company in the market?"

"You're talking about PCBs. Didn't we already say when they were released that they are harmless?"

The PR assistant and another assistant were discussing in a low voice.

"How could it be harmless? It's just that the company deliberately covered up the experimental records."

"Shh!"

Hanni looked around nervously and pulled his colleagues to the stairwell.

Then he shouted suppressedly: "Are you crazy? How dare you say such nonsense?"

"Many people in the company know this, so don't be so nervous."

"Don't forget that your job is just an assistant."

"Aren't you too."

"Just so you know, if you want to chat, we can find a bar after get off work!"

"But in the company, you have to learn how to keep your mouth shut."

"okok, you are too nervous."

Hanni took a long breath and looked up and down without anyone behind him.

He couldn't help but asked again curiously: "What do you know?"

"Hey, I thought you weren't interested."

The other party spread his hands in a funny manner and said.

"Come on, you fucking bastard."

"PCBs seriously pollute land, water sources and the environment, and may cause serious diseases."

The other party lay in Hanni's ear and told him everything he knew.

"Isn't there anyone investigating?" Hanni looked at him in disbelief.

"of course not."

The other party looked at Hanni in surprise and said with a strange expression: "What do you think it is? It represents a profit of hundreds of millions of dollars."

"All inspection agencies have been bought by the company, and no one will investigate."

"Even if you put the evidence in front of the judge, the other party will just sweep it into the trash can without even looking at it."

Hanni took a deep breath and held his breath as if he was short of oxygen.

Then he spit it out suddenly, and his bulging shoulders collapsed.

"yes!"

"You're right, we live in such a damn society."

Seeing that he seemed to be hit, the other party patted his shoulder comfortingly and said, "Dude, don't lose heart."

"Even if it really destroys everything, all mankind will be buried with you, haha..."

"Go to hell, you heartless guy."

After watching his colleagues leave with a smile and a curse, Hanni's smile faded again.

If what the other party just said is true, then the possible impact of PCBs will threaten everyone's living environment.

If it continues, it will be allowed to be abused by the factory.

Well, the threat will only grow.

if……

Hanni thought of a possibility, but quickly gave up.

He is just a small assistant, let alone working against a huge company.

Even if you want to get close to the evidence, you don't have the corresponding permissions.

Besides, he still has a family and children to support.

forget it!

Hanni, you can't defeat the capitalists. Sooner or later, this damn world will be destroyed in their hands.

…

After get off work, Hanni came to the bar alone.

He needs alcohol to calm himself down, to numb himself, and then to turn a blind eye.

"Whiskey, one glass after another."

Hanni slapped the 20-dollar knife in his hand on the table and said to the bartender at the bar.

One glass after another, Hanny soon drank seven or eight glasses of pure whiskey.

My mind began to grow hazy, and the guilt and guilt inside me began to subside.

"Hey guy."

Someone came close to him, and Hanni raised his head to look at the other person.

The person who came was wearing a round hat and looked a little cold.

The gentle smile on his face made him lose the threat, stimulated by alcohol.

Hanni even thought he was kind of cute.

"Hi." He said hello and drank the wine in the glass again.

He was already drunk at this time, and the alcohol in his mouth felt as tasteless as water.

"You seem worried. Do you want to talk to someone?"

The visitor pointed at the bartender, indicating that he would be served the same dish.

Snapped.

The empty wine glass was placed on the table at the same time. Hanni had already regarded this man whose name he didn't even know as his best friend.

"You know, what was my first dream, hiccup, dream, hiccup, about?"

Hanni put his hands on the other person's shoulders and spoke freely about the thoughts in his mind.

Guilt, disappointment and guilt, although they have been numbed by alcohol.

But that doesn't mean they don't exist.

"What is it? Hanni, what made you become what you are now?"

The other party asked softly.

"Damn capitalists, damn Monsanto, damn...damn money."

"Like all, all normal, hiccup, normal people."

"I just want to keep my job so that my wife and children can eat bread. Yes, is that wrong?"

"No, that's right, you did the right thing."

The other person's tone of approval made him feel happy. The full text of the full text is the fastest んττρs:/м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/

"So, what exactly happened?"

Hanni had completely lost his vigilance and relayed the information he had received from his colleagues to the visitor.

Soon after, he passed out drunk on the bar.

"His share is mine."

The man in the bowler hat put down 100 US dollars at the bar, turned around and walked out of the bar.

Leaving along the roadside and passing the window in front of the bar, he looked at the drunk Hanni on the bar.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

…

The next day, Hanni rushed to the company with a splitting headache.

He felt like his head was about to explode. How much did he drink yesterday?

Rubbing his twitching brain, Hanni decided to make a cup of coffee to wake himself up.

Boom.

In some confusion, he bumped into the person walking from the opposite side, "Sorry, sir, I feel a little uncomfortable."

The other party supported his swaying body, "No need to apologize, we are friends, right?"

Before Hanny could understand what he meant, the other party inserted a work ID card into his shirt pocket.

"Take it with you and you'll get what you want."

The visitor strode away, and Hanni couldn't even see his face clearly.

Arriving at the tea room in a daze, Hanni took out his work ID card from his shirt pocket.

The photo and name above are actually my own.

But the job title changed, and it clearly read, 'Monsanto Chemical Research and Development Department, Chief Scientist Assistant, Hanni Bader. ’First release (www) m/.x81zw./com/

Broken images flashed through his mind, and the door suddenly opened.

Hanni was so frightened that he threw away his work permit.

"Hey, Hanni, are you okay?" The person who came was his colleague, who saw him throwing away the flipped card.

She bent down to pick it up for him, looking up at him with a concerned expression.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself." Hanni picked up the card first, put it in his pocket and hurried away.