Chapter 19 Chapter Eighteen

Rumors spread like a fire in the parched jungle of Isan.The Tiger of Bangkok is dead.It was a certainty that the Ministry of Trade was in power.The tense atmosphere in the city made the hairs on the back of Fusheng's neck stand on end.The man who sold him the newspaper had no smile on his face, the two patrolling white shirts looked angrily at every pedestrian on the street, and the vegetable vendors seemed to have a ulterior motive, as if they were selling Like smuggling. The Tiger of Bangkok was dead, and even somewhat humiliated, though no one knows exactly.Was he really castrated?Is his head really hanging in front of the gate of the Ministry of Environment as a warning to all white shirts?

All this made Fusheng want to pack up his belongings and escape from this place, but because he hadn't got the blueprint in the safe, he could only sit at his desk.Since that incident, he has never felt such an undercurrent. He stood up, went to the office shutters, peered out into the street, and returned to his pedal computer.A minute later, he walked to the observation window and watched the Thais working on the production line, and it felt like lightning and thunder changed the whole atmosphere.A storm is brewing, with a lot of rain pouring down, and the storm will create huge waves.

The atmosphere outside the factory was tense, and there was no peace inside the factory.Amai walked over from the workers again, looking downcast.Another worker fell ill and was taken to a third hospital on Sukhumvit Road.And below, in the central part of the manufacturing system, a dirty thing is extending its claws to everyone. Thinking of the pathogenic organisms growing in those culture tanks, Fusheng couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.A third patient has shown that this cannot be by chance.Now that three people are sick, there must be more, unless he reports the problem to the relevant authorities.But if he did report, White Shirt would burn the whole factory down, Mr. Lake's blueprints for twisted clockwork would go back to the other side of the ocean, and he would be all over.

There was a knock on the door. "Lai." Amai walked sideways and gently into the room, looking terrified and pitiful.Her black hair was disheveled, and her black eyes scanned the room, as if to make sure that the franc was there. "He's gone to lunch." Fusheng comforted, "Did you send Wei Yada away?" Ah Mai nodded, "No one saw it." "Fine. It's not easy." Amai made a namaste pitifully, expressing his thanks. "What? What's wrong?" She hesitated, "There are a lot of white shirts out there. There are at every intersection the whole way I went to the hospital."

"They stopped you? Questioned you?" "No. But there are too many people. Much more than usual. They seem to be very angry." "It's about the Bangkok Tigers, and the Ministry of Trade, nothing else. It can't be about us. They don't know about us." She nodded suspiciously, but didn't leave. "It's so hard to work here," she said, "and now it's dangerous here. The disease..." She didn't seem to know how to put it, and it was a long time before she said, "I'm sorry. If I die It's gone..." She didn't go on, "I'm sorry."

Fusheng nodded sympathetically, "Yes, of course. If you're sick, you can't help anyone anymore." But deep down in his heart, he didn't think she could have any real safety.He has been awakened time and time again by the nightmare of the yellow card slum building, trembling all over, grateful for everything he has now.His face became gloomy, and he didn't know whether the fear of an unknown disease or the stability brought by work was more important in his heart. No.This job is not stable.It was this thought that kept him from leaving Malaya sooner.The ship had begun to sink, but he was unwilling to abandon the ship.In this regard, Amai is wise, while he is a bit awkward.He nodded quickly, "Yes, of course, you should leave. You are young and Thai. You will be rewarded." He forced a smile, "Good reward."

She hesitated. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I hope to get my last paycheck." "Of course." Fusheng went to the smaller cash safe, pulled it open, reached in and took out a handful of red bills, and handed it to her. This kind of thoughtless generosity even he himself could not fully understand. "Here, take it." This number surprised her a little. "Kuhn, thank you." She kept saluting, "Thank you." "It's nothing. Take it easy, don't lose it..." There was a sudden shout from the workshop below, and then more people shouted too.Fusheng felt a panic.The production line stopped, and after that, the stop bell rang belatedly.

Fusheng rushed to the door of the office and looked down at the production line below.Someone waved at the factory gate, and others left their posts and ran towards the gate.Fusheng craned his neck, trying to see the reason for all this. "What's wrong?" Amy asked. "I don't know." He turned around, ran to the outside blinds, and pulled the curtains open.There are white shirts everywhere in the street, lined up in neat queues.He took a deep breath, "White shirt..." "Are they coming here?" Fu Sheng did not answer.He looked back at the safe.It just takes a moment... No, he's being silly again.He waited too long when he was in Malaya, he will not make the same mistake a second time.He went to the small safe that held the cash, took out all the remaining cash, and stuffed it into a bag.

"Are they here for the patients?" Amai asked. Fu Sheng shook his head. "It doesn't matter anymore. Come here." He walked to the other window and opened the blinds, and the blazing sunlight streamed in immediately. Amai looked at the hot tiles outside, "What is this?" "A flight route. Yellow card people are always prepared for the worst." He smiled. "You know, we're all paranoid."