The Secret Successor

CHAPTER 390

In a supermarket store, with a closed-for-today sign at the door, Zhero and his men were injecting liquids into fruits and were mixing powder in drinks after unsealing and then sealing them with the help of certain machinery devices.

The manager of the store was cooperating with Zhero, but he still looked anxious because he was doing it without receiving permission from his boss.

“Be careful. Don’t mix too much in anything,” the manager worriedly said. “If some customer were to spot something wrong, they’d come and cause ruckus at my store. If it starts at one store, it’ll soon spread to other stores as well.”

“Ah, c’mon, friend,” Zhero put his arm around the manager’s shoulder. “We’ve been selling plastic vegetables and grains to your customers for over a year, and yet these people are too dumb to notice it.”

“Well, that’s because we’re maintaining the right ratio. If we mix too much plastic, then they’ll definitely find out,” the manager replied. “And we normally don’t do this in th