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It felt as if everyone's breath was being choked by an invisible hand.

All eyes were focused on the white-gloved expert and the thin, cicada-wing-like knife in his hand.

Yu Bo's face was etched with an almost distorted excitement.

He could almost see it: the piles of cash burying him, and Lu Qingshan kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy in a pathetic state.

Yu Gaoyang, standing next to him, puffed out his chest like a crowing rooster, his chin slightly raised, waiting to receive the awe-inspiring presence of the crowd.

He Bin remained expressionless, simply watching quietly.

Su Haiming took off his sunglasses and slowly wiped them with a velvet cloth, lowering his head to hide his mocking gaze.

The expert's hands moved like part of a machine, without the slightest tremor.

He raised the knife.

The blade flashed a cold light under the dim yellow light bulb on the warehouse roof.

Then, it fell.

The tip of the knife was precisely aimed at the center of the fattest part of the "King of Ginseng".

Yu Bo's breathing stopped at that moment.

"Sizzle..."

A faint, eerie sound.

The expected resistance, the kind of tough resistance you feel when the blade cuts into the firm ginseng flesh, did not materialize at all.

The feeling was more like the tip of a knife slicing through a piece of rotten wood that had been soaked in water and was swollen.

Loose and soft.

The expert's brow furrowed instantly.

Not right.

He increased the pressure in his hand, and the blade slashed downwards with a sudden force.

"Clatter".

The "King of Ginseng," on which the Yu family had placed all their hopes, broke in two and fell onto the snow-white velvet.

Time stood still at that moment.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the cross-section of the two pieces.

There was no pale yellow ginseng flesh.

It lacks a chrysanthemum-like texture.

There were only dark, rotten growth rings on the wood.

As the cut completely split open, a black, viscous liquid with a pungent glue smell gushed out from the crack in the rotten wood.

The black water, mixed with yellowish-brown sawdust, flowed slowly, leaving an ugly and filthy mark on the snow-white velvet.

The entire warehouse was deathly silent.

"No……"

"That's impossible!"

Yu Bo's smile was like a cheap mask that had been frozen, cracking inch by inch.

He let out a piercing scream, like a maddened beast, and lunged at the table.

"Fake?"

"Is it rotten wood?"

An uncontrollable uproar erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

He Bin's face turned so dark and gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water.

The staff members behind him also looked completely astonished.

Su Haiming's lips finally curled into a slight smile, a smile that was almost cruelly sarcastic.

"Impossible! My ginseng! My king of ginseng!"

Yu Bo rushed to the table, reaching out with trembling hands to grab the two pieces of rotten wood.

The expert's face turned ashen. He suddenly swung his hand and slammed the rotten wood in his hand to the ground.

"You dare try to fool me with anything!"

"Look closely! What is this?!"

He didn't even bother to use the knife again, and simply grabbed a large handful of "high-quality" ginseng from the black leather suitcase.

He made no extra movements, but simply gripped the handful of "ginseng" with both hands and slammed them together.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out sharply in the deathly silent warehouse.

More than a dozen perfectly shaped ginseng roots snapped in two.

At the break, what splattered out was not ginseng meat, but sawdust flying everywhere!

Yu Bo froze.

He stared blankly at the broken shells in the expert's hand, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Fake……"

"How could...it's all fake?"

Yu Gaoyang stood there, as if struck by lightning.

He was completely stunned, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

He couldn't figure it out.

The rich aroma of herbs, the perfect appearance, the details that even Master Zhang praised repeatedly...

How could it be fake?

"ah--!!"

A scream that sounded inhuman burst from Yu Bo's throat.

He's completely gone mad.

Like a raging bull, he suddenly turned and pounced on the other sacks piled up in the warehouse.

He frantically tore at the sack with his hands and his teeth.

"Splash—"

He haphazardly dumped a sack of "wild ginseng" on the ground.

He knelt on the ground, using both hands to grab those "ginseng roots" and break them off one by one.

"Snap!"

Rotten wood.

"Snap!"

Sawdust!

He kept breaking and tearing, and his hands were soon covered in blood from splinters and cheap glue.

But he couldn't feel any pain.

He just kept repeating the action frantically.

What he pulled out wasn't the gold that could turn his fortunes around, but handfuls of garbage so bad it was choking even to use as fuel.

He Bin watched all of this indifferently, without stopping it.

The technicians behind him had already begun taking photos and collecting evidence at the scene.

Su Haiming put his sunglasses back on, as if the farce before him wasn't worth a second glance.

Finally, all the sacks were torn open.

All the "mountain ginseng" was reduced to a mess.

The warehouse floor was covered with rotten wood, yellowed cotton, and pungent sawdust.

The mountain of "hope" bought with 250,000 yuan in cash turned into a pile of real garbage in just a few minutes.

In this pile of garbage, only a few real ginseng roots, about the thickness of a little finger, looked so small and ridiculous.

That was Lu Qingshan's final mockery.

Yu Bo knelt in the middle of the pile of garbage, and finally stopped moving.

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes scanning the entire room with a blank stare.

His gaze finally settled on He Bin's cold face.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

From his throat, only a series of "hoarse" sounds came out, like those of an old bellows.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, tracing a blinding arc in the air before splattering onto the pile of rotten wood.

His body felt as if all the bones had been removed, and he fell straight backward.

With a "bang," he crashed heavily onto the cold concrete floor, unconscious.

"dad!"

Yu Gaoyang let out a startled cry, finally snapping out of his daze.

However, no one paid him any attention.

He Bin looked at the mess on the ground and Yu Bo lying there like a dead dog, his face turning ashen.

He turned around and, in a tone devoid of any emotion, delivered his final judgment to his secretary behind him.

"Notify the auditing department and the public security authorities."

"Hongxing Food Factory is suspected of massive commercial fraud, which is extremely egregious in nature."

"Immediately seal off the entire factory and detain all those responsible!"