My abstract plant was exposed by my sister.

When the photographer heard him admit to selling counterfeit goods, his hand trembled slightly, but he didn't turn off the camera. In their view, traffic was paramount, and as for public opinion, a statement would suffice after the live stream.

There are plenty of idiots online anyway.

"I sourced these goods from Yiwu... 19.9 yuan each... I'm selling them for 1999 yuan..."

Ah-hao cried even louder, and snot bubbles came out of his nose, glistening and hanging below his nose:

"I told my fans I support verifying the product at authorized stores... but actually, the stores don't even recognize this brand... because I named the brand myself..."

Xiao Kui's live stream chat is going crazy:

"Holy crap, he exposed himself!"

"The first person to confess live on stream!"

"The thorns of the trifoliate orange are more effective than the disciplinary inspection commission."

"The police don't need to interrogate him anymore; he confessed everything himself."

Ah-hao cried louder and louder, tears and snot streaming down his face, soaking the collar of his floral shirt.

"I evaded taxes...I used company accounts and personal accounts interchangeably..."

I haven't paid taxes for three years... I think I'm a successful person... but actually I'm nothing... I'm just a fraudster selling counterfeit goods..."

He looked up at his camera, his eyes swollen like peaches, his nose as red as a clown's.

"I've let down my country... I've let down my fans... My existence is just a waste of air..."

The photographer whispered from the side, "Brother Hao, don't say that. You do have your good points."

Ah-hao asked, crying, "What are my strengths?"

The photographer thought for a moment and said, "You...you have quite an appetite."

Ah-hao cried even harder: "What kind of advantage is that!"

The live chat was filled with comments like: "Holy crap, tax evasion?"

"Alright, you can bury it now."

"I've already recorded the screen and called the police."

"The photographer is a talent."

"Is having a large appetite considered an advantage?"

"Ah-Hao: You've only comforted a lonely soul."

He sniffed, the snot sucked back in but then flowed out again:

"The cosmetics I sell are fake too... What imported serum? It's just glycerin diluted with water..."

I sell it for 398...the cost is 3.8 yuan...even the packaging bottles are recycled old bottles..."

The photographer's hands had stopped shaking because he had given up struggling, but his professionalism compelled him to continue holding the equipment.

Bullet comments:

"He's still increasing his bets."

"Fake cosmetics? That's even worse."

"Glycerin diluted with water, sold for 398 yuan, with a gross profit margin of 9,900 percent."

"Even Buffett would be moved to tears." "Old bottle recycling? Environmentalists are ecstatic."

However, the most common comments were "*********", and most of those comments came from female fans.

The insults were so offensive that they were all blocked by the system.

Lin Muyang carried the middle-finger guy out of the lab, stood next to Xiao Kui, and looked at Ahao squatting on the ground with a blank expression.

Xiao Kui asked, "Brother, do you know him?"

Lin Muyang glanced at Ahao: "We don't know him now, but we'll soon see him in the news."

Big Orange jumped down from the wall, walked to Ah Hao's side, and sniffed his shoes with its yellow nose.

Ah-hao looked up at Da-ju with teary eyes and said something that made everyone burst into laughter: "Da-ju... do you think I'm a failure...?"

The orange cat meowed, which roughly translates to: "What do I care if you fail or not? I'm not buying your watch anyway."

Then it turned and left, its tail held high, without even looking back.

The middle finger guy has been pointing his finger straight at Ah Hao for five minutes now.

Xiao Kui pointed the camera at the middle finger guy:

"Family members, did Middle Finger Bro predict the outcome from the very beginning? Did he give Ah Hao the middle finger from the start?"

Bullet comments:

"Middle Finger Guy has a sixth sense."

"No, it just looks down on everyone."

"Middle Finger Guy: I give the middle finger to everyone, but this person is especially deserving of it today."

Ah-hao was still crying, his voice had turned into sobs, and his shoulders were heaving.

He bowed deeply to the camera, his forehead hitting the ground with a thud, his hair getting covered in dirt.

"Family members... I'm so sorry... I don't deserve to be a news anchor... I should reflect on my actions in prison..."

His live stream chat was completely out of control:

"Ah-Hao, wake up!"

"Did he get brain damage from being pricked by a thorn?"

"No, he was telling the truth."

"I suggest providing one potted plant for each live stream room."

Less than twenty minutes later, two police cars pulled up in front of the research institute.

The police got out of the car and walked up to Ah Hao, who was still squatting on the ground crying, his eyes swollen like peaches.

"Are you that streamer, Ah Hao?" The policeman stared at him seriously.

Ah-hao raised his head, sniffed, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I am...no, I'm not...I'm a fraud...I sell counterfeit goods...I evade taxes...Arrest me..."

The policeman glanced at him, then at the wall covered in bitter orange peel, and turned to Lin Muyang: "You're Lin Muyang?"

"Yes."

"You're such a thorn... can you really make people tell the truth?"

"Yes, being pricked will temporarily lower your psychological defenses and make you say what you really think."

The police officer was silent for a moment, then took out a notebook from his pocket, wrote a few lines, tore off a page, and handed it to Lin Muyang:

"I'll talk to the higher-ups later and ask them to plant a row of them in our bureau. The interrogation rooms should be able to use them, especially for those who are stubborn."

Lin Muyang took the note, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket: "Okay. But you need to notify me a week in advance so I can arrange for seedling cultivation."

The police officers nodded and knelt down to help Ah Hao up. Ah Hao's legs were weak and he couldn't stand steadily, so the two officers supported him from both sides.

He took a few steps, turned around, and shouted something towards his camera:

"Family members! After I go to jail, don't follow my example! Selling counterfeit goods is wrong! Tax evasion is even more wrong! Be a good person!"

His voice was loud and clear, just like when he first arrived.

His live stream chat was still flooded with comments:

"They're still live streaming at this hour."

"He's truly dedicated."

"No, he's truly beyond saving."

"But what he said is true, which is outrageous."

However, the live stream was quickly shut down.

Ah-hao was shoved into the police car, the door was closed, and the Porsche was still parked at the gate of the courtyard.

Xiao Kui looked helplessly at the camera: "Family members, Ah Hao has been taken away. His car is still here. Who's going to drive it away?"

A comment on the live stream read: "Is that a fake Porsche?"

"No, the car is real, the watch is fake."

"The car might also be rented."

Lin Muyang turned around and walked back to the lab. The big orange cat was already squatting next to its food bowl and eating its food.

Middle Finger Guy slowly turned his finger back from Ah Hao's direction and gave the big orange dog the middle finger. He was so skilled that he could switch targets seamlessly.

In the evening, Lin Muyang sat at the control panel, carefully observing the growth of the pyrethrum, while Daju lay on the chair, fast asleep.

The guy with the middle finger was still pointing at him from the windowsill, while the girl with the screaming face had already closed her leaves and gone to sleep.

Lin Muyang was relieved to see that the pyrethrum had sprouted.

Hopefully, this time the low-concentration induction solution won't produce any more strange properties. He thought to himself.