Li Changzhu seriously suspected he'd knocked his head loose from that bump earlier.
Why else would he have brought a girl he'd never met before into the textile factory?
And not only had he brought her into the factory, but he was now taking her to the main workshop to see their production machinery.
Li Changzhu wasn't the only one who was dazed. An Guoming, who had been chatting with the old guard at the gate, was just as confused. Even now, he couldn't forget the look in the old man's eyes.
The guard seemed to be saying: 'You already know the director, so why were you wasting all that time talking to me?'
An Guoming, who had followed them inside in a daze, hadn't found a chance to speak with An Ning. He could only trail obediently behind the group.
"This is the workshop. I'm telling you right now, if you can't show me you know what you're talking about, I'm not letting you lay a finger on anything."
"I understand."
