Harry Potter and the Old Ones - Chapter 871

‘The Great Elf Warrior-Taylor’ quickly replied to ‘Stella Donner”s post:

“What’s so weird about that? A lot of slaughterhouses and processing plants will grind the beef from these sick and old cows into mincemeat, mix it into some good meat patties, and then claim these are premium Angus steaks.”

This was followed by the reply of the ‘ancient dragon blood warrior’:

“Don’t listen to his nonsense, Tang, this kind of thing can only happen in poor third world countries, it can’t happen in the great United States, I suggest you quickly report it to the local regulatory authorities, I believe that the US law enforcement agencies will definitely If he can handle this matter fairly, maybe he is someone who smuggled over from a third world country to run a black-hearted factory.”

The ‘crazy walking dream’ immediately replied to the ‘ancient dragon blood warrior’ and said:

“Put away your pitiful inferiority complex, Liu Xin, don’t forget that you are also Chinese.”

“Shut up, Lin Hong, I’ve already got my green card. I’m an American. I’m not the same as you who came to study abroad to wash dishes.”

After that, the post followed the scolding battle between the ‘ancient dragon blood warrior’ and the ‘crazy walking dream’.

Apparently the two knew each other in reality.

One scolded the other for working as a salesman in a convenience store in order to earn some living expenses, and the other scolded the old white man who married a sheep-tailed man in order to get a green card.

The scolding battle between the two continued for more than a dozen floors.

After the two of them almost calmed down, the Feather of Hermes replied:

“Although I think the ‘ancient dragon blood warrior’ is a bit too sensitive, we can’t rule out this possibility, so I suggest Tang, you should report this matter to the relevant departments, you don’t have to call or what, you can Write an anonymous letter to the local food regulator, tell us about the situation you encountered, and then attach the buyer’s credit card information. We don’t have to worry about the rest. Naturally, there are those government employees who take our tax payment. Money to worry about these things.”

“This is where I said strange.” ‘Undead Witch-Tang’ typed her first reply:

“He didn’t use a credit card.”

‘Feather of Hermes’ replied:

“No credit card? Is it all in cash? How many cows did he buy?”

‘Undead Witch-Tang’ replied:

“There are eighty-nine and seventeen sheep in total. If you count the sick cows, the old cows, and the three sick sheep that my father was going to bury in the soil, there would be ninety-six cows in total. Twenty-two sheep.”

“It wasn’t a credit card, it wasn’t cash, it was one of those gold coins.”

Stella Downer posted a photo she just imported from her camera into her computer—

It was two golden coins side by side on white paper, two golden coins one face up—

Of course, Stella Downer couldn’t tell which was the front and which was the back, but compared to the other side’s jumbled lines, geometric patterns, and unknown jumbled words that seemed like children’s doodles In other words, Stella Downer prefers to see this side as positive.

The pattern on the front is very simple. It uses very refined lines and circles to outline the profile of a young Asian man, which is very similar to the young man who came to buy cattle and sheep. The hair, pupils and other black and shadow parts are Made up of countless bumpy, teeny tiny characters.

These teeny little words Stella Downer feels very textured, but unfortunately her camera is too low-resolution to capture these tiny words clearly.