Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 811 - 810: Food Poisoning (Part 1)

Inside the restaurant, chaos erupted as soon as the situation unfolded. Especially after everyone heard there was something wrong with the food, they all immediately stopped eating, whispering to each other, casting suspicious glances at the dishes on their tables."Oh no, why does my stomach feel like it's hurting too? Am I getting food poisoning?"

"Hiss... now that you mention it, I feel a bit off too."

The sound of several more voices echoed this sentiment, and the faces of the diners in the entire hall turned even paler.

Amid the clamor, the two other people at An Ge and Che Ge's table called for emergency services. Undercover officers, posing as diners, discreetly sent a text message to Lin Gaoze, who quickly replied with instructions to continue observing the situation quietly.

Not long after, an ambulance pulled up to the door of Shangjian Restaurant, its siren piercing the air. Several medical personnel rushed inside. Che Ge and An Ge were as pale as ghosts. Their table companions were cursing in panic and anger, and the scene turned increasingly chaotic.

The manager of this Shangjian paced anxiously in his office. Although he hadn't gone downstairs, he was well aware of the disastrous situation in the first-floor hall. But since the chairman had given specific instructions, he could only follow the orders without responding or explaining, waiting in confusion.

At this time, Song Baijia had long since left the kitchen. Looking at the two South Koreans lying on the ground with pallid faces, he felt a bit anxious. These two didn't seem to be faking it. Beads of cold sweat were dripping from their foreheads. He was genuinely worried they might suddenly die here.

The only thing that made Song Baijia slightly relieved was that none of today's dishes used the meat delivered this morning. This theoretically meant that the two South Koreans' discomfort shouldn't be related to today's breakfast.

As soon as the medical personnel entered, several men dressed in shirts and trousers, looking like government officials, walked in from outside.

Seeing the situation, the leader, a man with slicked-back hair and a potbelly, took out his work ID, sternly gesturing to a stunned-looking waiter, "We're from the Lidu City Food and Drug Administration. Get your manager out here."

At this point, the manager couldn't remain hidden. He immediately went downstairs, smiling obsequiously in front of the members of the Food and Drug Administration.

"What's going on here? We were planning to have breakfast here, but it seems your place is quite unreliable, isn't it?"

"Well..." The manager of Shangjian was full of conflict. The chairman had specifically instructed him not to provide explanations, and even without that call from the chairman, he truly had no idea what was happening.

"Can't explain it? Fine, you don't have to say anything. Take us to your kitchen and storage room."

The Shangjian manager was taken aback, quickly analyzing the situation in his mind. He couldn't help but recall the chairman's instruction not to use the meat for dishes, internally wondering if there was an issue with the meat. Was someone deliberately setting them up?

If not, why would the Food and Drug Administration show up at this particular moment?

But... this didn't make sense either. If the chairman knew the meat delivered this morning was problematic, why only instruct not to use it rather than dispose of it?

What on earth is going on!

While the Shangjian manager furrowed his brow, feeling more and more off, a young man, dining at the same table as the two South Koreans along with Che Ge and An Ge, quickly approached the leader with slicked-back hair.

"Comrade, you're from the government, right? You must handle this matter seriously!"

"Exactly! The four of us were fine when we arrived, but as soon as we started eating, this happened. We suspect it's food poisoning! The only reason we're fine is that we didn't eat what they ordered!"

The leader with the slicked-back hair nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, we'll handle this fairly. You two are involved, right? Tell me what happened."

The two people who were with the South Koreans led the leader to their dining table, describing the events, their gaze fixating on a dish of braised beef.

"That's right! We didn't eat any of this! This meat must be the problem!"

Hearing these two speak, the Shangjian manager, standing beside them all along, felt another pang of anxiety. Despite Qin Ruojing's specific instructions, he still felt uneasy, wanting to expose the matter of that phone call.

Ultimately, he's just an employee of Tianjiao Group. He doesn't want to get caught up in some inexplicable trouble.

"Comrade, let me explain."

As soon as the Shangjian manager began to speak, the leader with the slicked-back hair snorted coldly, glaring, "Speak when it's your turn!"

After the leader finished speaking, he didn't give the Shangjian manager another chance to talk, striding away with a stern expression.

Just before he moved, his eyes briefly met those of the two involved parties, revealing a barely perceptible mutual understanding.

"Government, you must stand up for us!"

The two shouted a few more times and then went out and got into the ambulance. When no one was looking, they both slightly curled their lips into a smug smile.

The man with the slicked-back hair led people into the kitchen, glanced around coldly, and then went to the storage room next to the kitchen, giving it a cursory scan. His gaze quickly fixed on the frozen meat that had been delivered this morning.

The man with the slicked-back hair waved his hand, "Take a portion of these things for inspection!"

As soon as he gave the order, his men immediately opened the freezer, mainly taking the frozen meat, while only taking a little of the other items.

The manager of Shangjian Restaurant stood at the door of the storage room, watching this scene with growing anxiety, feeling he must say something. However, at that moment, someone suddenly pulled him from behind. When he turned his head, he saw it was a man he didn't recognize.

"Don't worry, we have this handled."

This man was the undercover officer Lin Gaoze had arranged there. He showed his police badge to the manager of Shangjian Restaurant from a concealed angle, his expression full of seriousness.

When the people from the Food and Drug Administration arrived, this undercover officer felt something was amiss. When he heard those two kids call the man with the slicked-back hair "government," he felt even more uneasy.

So he secretly called Lin Gaoze to report the situation.

When Lin Gaoze received the news, his first reaction was to discuss it with Chu Ge, but he quickly dismissed the idea. After all, he was an experienced captain in solving cases. Wouldn't it make him look incompetent if he had to consult Chu Ge over every little issue?

Besides, Chu Ge wasn't his superior. Even if he wanted to befriend Chu Ge, it would be better to handle the case efficiently through practical actions.

After thinking it over quickly, Lin Gaoze immediately issued instructions to have the undercover officer keep a close watch on those from the Food and Drug Administration, and then shift the responsibility to their police system. Regardless of any resistance, he should find an excuse to stall them. Lin Gaoze would arrive shortly.

The group with the slicked-back hair gathered the items they wanted and were about to leave when their path was blocked.

"Who are you? Move aside!" The man with the slicked-back hair didn't pay much attention initially, thinking the person was someone from Shangjian Restaurant or just a bystander. When he reached the door, he realized it wasn't the case. The person had no intention of stepping aside.

The undercover officer resolutely shook his head and showed his police badge to the man with the slicked-back hair, "Excuse me, comrade. I suspect this restaurant has issues. You cannot take anything from here."

Seeing a police officer getting involved, the man with the slicked-back hair was momentarily stunned. His gaze shifted slightly before he put on a stern face again.

"Nonsense! Someone ate here and got food poisoning and ended up in the hospital. Of course this restaurant has issues! I'm in charge of these kinds of matters. Why can't I take the items from here?"

After all, the other party was of low rank, just an ordinary police officer. The man with the slicked-back hair didn't take the undercover officer seriously, his tone rather unfriendly.

The undercover officer's expression turned stern too, "Sorry, this is an internal secret of our system, no comment."

The man with the slicked-back hair was stunned again, his brow furrowing, quickly contemplating. Could there be other issues at this restaurant that required police intervention?

If that were the case, it would actually be great! That would save him the trouble!

But... Qin Ruojing's Tianjiao Group had considerable influence in Lidu City. What if this police officer was siding with Qin Ruojing?

The man with the slicked-back hair pondered and pondered but couldn't figure it out. He tried several times to probe the undercover officer, but the officer simply wasn't buying his tactics. No matter what he asked, the response was always a cold "no comment."

The stalemate continued for about ten minutes when another police car pulled up in front of Shangjian's door. The city criminal police captain, Lin Gaoze, strode out briskly and energetically.

Seeing the man with the slicked-back hair, Lin Gaoze showed a polite smile, "Director Zhang, what a coincidence. You're here too. I hope you and our colleague haven't had any misunderstandings?"

Lin Gaoze recognized the man as Director Zhang Jin from the Food and Drug Administration; they knew each other but weren't close, just acquaintances.

Seeing Lin Gaoze arrive, Zhang Jin was surprised for a moment, then put on the same polite, insincere smile, greeting Lin Gaoze.

"No, no, we're all just doing our jobs."

Zhang Jin's words were just perfunctory nonsense, but in his mind, he was contemplating why Lin Gaoze would come personally. What was going on?