Pu Gang Farm.
Yu Duanchong stood inside the pigsty, his eyes dull and lifeless as he stared at the corpses of pigs scattered all over the ground, looking like a walking corpse who had lost all vitality.
Batch after batch of workers inspected each pig pen in an attempt to find any pigs that had miraculously survived, only to be met with disappointment time and again.
There were also scientists in white coats, wearing masks, conducting autopsies on the bodies, searching for the cause of the swine fever outbreak.
On the open ground of the farm, piles of pig carcasses formed small hills, a sight that was shocking to behold.
"It's all over, all gone."
Yu Duanchong muttered to himself, watching the pig farming empire he had built collapse at an unimaginable speed. He struggled to breathe, his chest writhed with pain; he had severe heart disease, which was now triggered by the stress.
"Boss!"
