9:30 in the evening.
The gates of the pig farm slowly opened.
A staggering figure walked in from the outside.
On closer inspection, it was the Pig Head Factory Director.
At this moment, Pig Head Factory Director was somewhat dizzy, reeking of alcohol as if he had just come from a banquet.
"This damn guy, spent thousands on meals and drinks and still managed to press down the prices so low," Pig Head Factory Director cursed under his breath.
"But, at least I managed to dispose of those dead pigs and got some of my capital back."
"Fang Tiandun and Bai Kang didn't call me, which means no thief came tonight."
"Great, now I'll deal with that contractor and see how much money I can squeeze out of him."
Pig Head Factory Director thought this with a flash of greed crossing his face.
Back on the Bloody Train, seeing how generous Mu Rufeng was, he knew his savings were definitely no less than several million.
