In the pharmaceutical workshop.
Machines are running smoothly.
Forklifts are moving back and forth.
Several workers are next to the super centrifuge, guarding a barrel of newly produced material "Sinking Cotton," measuring its dimensions, sticking electronic tags on them, and registering them in inventory.
"How much is this lightweight stuff worth?"
"Don't even think about it, we produce over five hundred pieces a day, and every single one has already been ordered by various departments. It's not for sale."
As they chat, they see General Manager Little Fox swaying and shaking its tail, walking over from a distance.
"Hey, does General Manager Little Fox have something dirty on their face?"
"A drop of cream?"
"There wasn't any cream in the cafeteria today, was there?"
As General Manager Little Fox gets closer, the workers quickly fall silent.
Approaching them is none other than Bai Mo's fox apprentice, White Tearful Eyes!
