But the confidence radiating from his very bones made it clear to everyone that the "small factory" the old man mentioned was anything but simple.
When Feng Shan heard about the four old men's backgrounds, he immediately shot up from the bench, a gleam of surprised delight flashing in his eyes.
'So these seemingly ordinary old men are all hidden masters.'
'If I could get these four to help manage the camp, its future development would be much more promising.'
"Gentlemen, sit, please sit! You must be tired of standing."
"You kid, you're a real suck-up."
The four old men chuckled. Without any ceremony, they plopped down on the bench and looked at the humble and subservient Feng Shan before them.
"Let's get this straight first. We'll only help you brainstorm ideas, we're not going to be your laborers," Old Liu said, giving Feng Shan a heads-up to make their position clear.
"Just giving me ideas is more than enough," Feng Shan nodded quickly.
