Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546 The Return of Forbidden Livestock

Standing at the front of the crowd, Fiona looked out at the roaring sea of people. Her eyes turned red with emotion.

She was just as shocked as the customers were.

She had always known her boss was amazing. But she never imagined it would be to this level.

This changed everything people knew about the interstellar era.

Raising mutated creatures on a farm?

It felt like a miracle.

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She looked again at the holographic screen showing the lively, thriving farm. The place was full of life and hope. Pride filled her chest, along with a confidence she had never felt before.

She cleared her throat and raised the amplifier. Her voice rang across the plaza, strong and clear, cutting through the cheers around her.

“Everyone! What you’re seeing right now is the true strength of Tycoon Farm! We don’t rely on dangerous hunting trips to wasteland planets. We don’t have to depend on anyone else! We have our own safe, stable, and sustainable farming system!”

Her voice echoed through the plaza, even overpowering the cheers.

“Next Monday is only the beginning! Cluckoo Eggs will go on sale right on schedule. And supplies will keep coming!

“Crackshell Crabs are already on the way!

“Starhorn Cow milk and Redhog meat are coming soon too!

“Tycoon Farm will repay your trust with the best farm products possible!

“And Seafarm Group’s blacklist?” Fiona gave a confident smile, a trace of sarcasm in her eyes. “That’ll be the first nail in their own coffin. Choosing Tycoon Farm means choosing hope. Choosing the future.”

“WOW!!!” The crowd exploded with deafening cheers that shot into the sky.

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Bruno stood in front of a massive holographic screen. He held a cup of coffee that had tong gone cold. His face looked darker than the deep space outside the window.

The same video kept replaying on the screen.

It was Tycoon Farm’s livestock documentary footage.

In the video, groups of healthy Cluckoo Chickens wandered around calmly, pecking at special pellet feed inside long troughs.

If not for the fences and the workers feeding them, it would have looked exactly like wild Cluckoo Chickens filmed on a wasteland planet.

Bruno narrowed his eyes at the birds on the screen.

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Chapter 546 The Return of Forbidden Livestock

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They were moving naturally.

Not sliding along conveyer belts. Not being flipped around by robotic arms. Their wings and claws moved on their own. Their heads lowered and lifted as they pecked quickly at the feed.

“Impossible.” Bruno slammed the coffee cup onto the desk. Coffee splashed out and soaked part of a freshly printer market share report. “Absolutely impossible.“/

More than 20 people sat inside the office. Nearly all of Seafarm Group’s top executives had arrived.

Chief Operating Officer, Kent Alden, sat at the head of the table with his hands folded fagether. His eyes stayed fixed on the screen. He didn’t say a word.

Several people from the marketing department whispered among themselves. Engineers from the tech division leaned against the wall with crossed arms. Their expressions shifted from shock to doubt, then slowly into instinctive rejection.

Kent finally let out a cold laugh. “You’re all getting scared over something this fake?” His tone was full of arrogance. “Animal farming disappeared from the interstellar centuries ago. And now someone suddenly claims they brought it back? Ridiculous.”

He sounded completely certain.

As the real controller behind Seafarm Group in this sector, Kent had spent 23 years in the synthetic protein industry.

He had watched the entire industry evolve firsthand. From first–generation plant protein to fifth–generation cultured meat, he had seen artificial food slowly replace traditional livestock farming.

Hundreds of years earlier, after the worldwide outbreak of biological mutations, governments around the globe had signed the Livestock Agriculture Exit Agreement. Raising live animals was banned completely. In its place came clean, efficient, and tightly controlled cell–culturing technology.

Even the most extreme supporters of old–style farming only dared to grow tiny strips of muscle tissue inside laboratory dishes. Nobody had ever succeeded at true commercial livestock farming.

So this had to be fake.

“Bruno.” Kent tilted his chin slightly. “Start preparing the public response immediately. Post an official statement saying this video contains serious technical problems and warning the public not to believe it blindly. Then contact a professional verification agency. Get the best team available. I want every second of this video analyzed kom beginning to end.” His eyes turned cold. “And I want solid proof that it’s fabricated. I expect an official report within 48 hours.”

Bruno nodded and immediately picked up his device to start assigning tasks.

He had worked in public relations for 15 years. He had handled countless cases involving fake advertising and smear campaigns. This kind of process was second nature to him.

First, control the public narrative. Then gather evidence. Finally, launch a full counterattack. Once the full pressure came down, e other side would be lucky if their account survived without getting banned.