Aston Marsh nodded excitedly. "I went and had a look. You really have to see it to believe it. It was a real eye-opener! Who knew a small towel could have so many different designs? I'll show you. Wait here."
With that, he turned and ran off, returning a moment later with a stack of towels.
"Look, look! These are all the popular designs. The salesperson said people in Port Krol love using these kinds. You know Port Krol, right? It's a place where the streets are paved with gold! What they use over there is pretty much the same as what foreigners use. If our factory could produce towels like these, we could definitely take Essia by storm and then the whole world!"
Aston Marsh spread the towels out on the bed, growing more excited as he spoke, his eyes gleaming. He was deeply attached to the towel factory and had experienced its golden age back when he first joined. The entire factory worked day and night. It was exhausting, but everyone felt a sense of fulfillment.
