When Ye Fan opened his eyes, a stench spread into his mouth and nose.

Ye Fan couldn't help but frown and moved with difficulty. His chest still hurt sharply, but fortunately his consciousness had recovered somewhat.

He turned his head weakly and looked to the side. This looked like a dormitory, and he was lying on a lower bunk.

He was covered with a tattered quilt, and the stench came from the quilt.

What is this place?

Ye Fan frowned and thought to himself.

He entered Tianbao Pavilion at night, found a secret room there, saw fakes, and then met Mr. Bai. He was finally defeated by Mr. Bai, and he escaped in embarrassment. Until he was sure that Mr. Bai had not caught up, Ye Fan fell into a coma.

He didn't know what happened after that.

It seems that I have been saved by someone, but who is this person who saved me?

Just when Ye Fan was thinking hard, footsteps and yelling came from outside the door.

"Made, after smashing him, you still haven't woken up? If he doesn't wake up, I will throw him out to feed the dogs."

"Boss, that kid is seriously injured, and we don't have good medicine here. I'm afraid it will take a few more days, and even if he wakes up, he probably won't be able to work."

"Fuck you."

Immediately afterwards there was the sound of being slapped in the mouth.

"Do you really think this is a charity? I'm telling you, if he can't work until tomorrow at the most, I will bury you alive."

With that said, the man left with heavy footsteps.

Ye Fan struggled to get up to see what was going on, but the severe pain in his chest prevented him from moving. If he moved a little, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Soon, the door was opened, and a thin man in blue overalls walked in, staring at the chicken coop.

Seeing that Ye Fan was awake, the man quickly stepped forward.

"Little brother, how do you feel?"

There was a bright red slap mark on the man's cheek. It was obvious that he had been slapped just now because he said a few words for himself.

Ye Fan felt very sorry, "Brother, what is this place?"

This place gave him a dark and depressing feeling.

Therefore, Ye Fan couldn't wait to know where this place was.

Upon hearing Ye Fan's question, the middle-aged man quickly made a silent gesture, "Keep your voice down, don't let people outside hear you."

The middle-aged man showed a horrified expression and quickly stood up and walked to the door. He looked outside and saw no one, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

It was obvious that this middle-aged man was very afraid of this place.

Ye Fan couldn't help but frown again, where exactly is this place? Why is it so scary?

The middle-aged man walked over slowly and lowered his voice.

"This is a porcelain manufacturing factory, and the people in charge are Taoist people. They are very ruthless. If you are not careful, you will lose your life."

Porcelain manufacturing factory?

Regarding this name, Ye Fan's face was full of question marks.

What? Can porcelain still be made?

But the next moment, he suddenly realized that this place should be a counterfeiting base.

Moreover, it specializes in making fake porcelain.

"Brother, how did I get here?"

Ye Fan's expression didn't change much. With his current situation, he couldn't care about these things even if he wanted to.

I guess before I even said anything, my body couldn't bear it anymore.

Mr. Bai's strength is indeed very strong, at least in his hands, he can't take any advantage at all.

If I hadn't been very physically strong and fought hard with him for a few punches, I might not even be able to hurt him.

The middle-aged man sighed: "You were brought back by the manager. You were already unconscious at that time. The manager left you here and said that he would go to work when you wake up."

Work? Coolie?

Ye Fan was completely dumbfounded. What a shame.

What's going on?

Is this a place where fakes are made, or is it a black market?

Seeing the confusion in Ye Fan's eyes, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, little brother, to be honest, although this place is called a factory, it is basically a place that eats people without spitting out their bones. The people who work here either owe others money and cannot pay it back, so they were caught and worked here.

Those who live to repay their debts are either those who were tricked into coming in. Anyway, from the moment you step into this place, don’t expect to get out alive. Moreover, the workload here is very heavy, and many people are exhausted to death...

.”

Having said this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but have red eyes.

"It has been three years since I was captured here. I have seen too many people die from exhaustion, being beaten to death, and those who escaped and fell to death. Human nature here is indifferent, and no one cares about the life or death of others.

I haven’t seen my family in three years…

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Ye Fan sighed helplessly. It seemed that he had been taken to the Black Heart Factory.

It may be difficult to escape, especially since my current physical condition is not optimistic, and there is a lack of medical treatment here, so it will be even harder to recover from my injuries.

Therefore, the most important thing right now is to recover from the injury as soon as possible.

Since this is a counterfeiting factory, does it happen that what he is best at is antiques and porcelain? For Ye Fan, it is not difficult at all.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan's lips curved into a faint smile.

At this moment, the door was kicked open and two men broke in.

"Well, I know you are pretending to be unconscious and want to fool me. You are looking for death."

As he said that, the leading man suddenly stepped forward, threw the middle-aged man away, and grabbed Ye Fan from the bed.

Ye Fan was seriously injured, but when he grabbed him like this, his chest felt like it was broken, and he couldn't help but a mouthful of blood welling up.

Although he swallowed it alive, blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Let me tell you, when you get here, I don't care what your previous status was. Here, you are a fucking slave. Now go to workshop No. 3 to polish the porcelain for me. If you dare to be lazy, I will chop you alive."

With that said, he grabbed Ye Fan by the collar and threw him out of the room.

Ye Fan endured the severe pain in his chest, gritted his teeth, and made no sound.

He knew that at this time, no one would pity him even if he screamed.

Because the people here have long lost their humanity.

The middle-aged man quickly followed out, supporting Ye Fan: "I'll take you there."

…

Workshop No. 3 is a warehouse with a size of 200 square meters. It is filled with porcelain. There are all kinds of porcelain, including Ding kiln, Ru kiln, Jun kiln, Ge kiln, and all kinds of porcelain from all ages.

At this time, no less than a dozen people were squatting on the ground cleaning and wiping the porcelain.

Ye Fan just glanced at it and saw that none of these porcelains were genuine.
Chapter completed!