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Inside the workshop of Chongxin No. 1 Machine Tool Factory.

Dang dang dang--!

Buzz--!

The sounds of various large machines operating continuously echoed, playing a symphony of steel.

Ren ZhengHua, with Li Zhe and his group, wearing bright yellow hard hats, walked through the factory for a tour.

"Mr. Li," Ren ZhengHua said, pointing to a massive machine in front of him with a proud expression, "This is our factory's 5000-ton CNC hydraulic press. This machine is considered the most advanced hydraulic press in our country."

As he spoke, Ren ZhengHua continuously introduced the various advantages of the hydraulic press in front of him. Li Zhe nodded repeatedly and occasionally raised some questions.

The group finished touring the entire machine tool factory, and it was almost noon.

"Mr. Li, our factory's cafeteria has prepared a banquet. Let's just have a simple meal at noon, what do you think?"

"You're too kind, Factory Director Ren," Li Zhe waved his hand repeatedly.

"Alright," Ren ZhengHua said with a smile, "Since Mr. Li doesn't mind, let's go have a simple meal first. This afternoon, we'll go visit the finished precision machine tools."

Hearing this, Li Zhe nodded. After looking around for the whole morning, even an iron man would be hungry.

Inside the cafeteria, Ren ZhengHua continuously toasted Li Zhe.

Li Zhe was obviously well-versed in Chinese drinking culture. For a moment, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Mr. Li," as the group drank to a lively point, Ren ZhengHua, emboldened by the alcohol, said with a smile, "I wonder what you think of our..."

"Sir, you have a phone call."

Li Zhe was listening to Ren ZhengHua when his intelligent assistant suddenly called out. Li Zhe's expression immediately tightened. He had told his intelligent assistant before visiting the factory not to disturb him easily.

Obviously, this call must be from a very important person.

Li Zhe immediately stood up, without even saying any polite words, and walked directly out of the cafeteria's private room, leaving Ren ZhengHua and the others at the table looking at each other in dismay.

Li Zhe left the private room and saw the caller ID on his phone, and he was shocked.

"Answer it quickly," he urged.

"Hello," Li Zhe answered the phone with a trembling voice.

After nearly ten minutes, Li Zhe walked into the private room with a face full of smiles.

"Factory Director Ren, I'm really sorry just now. I had some urgent matters to deal with."

"Oh, it's okay. Mr. Li is busy with his affairs, we can understand," Ren ZhengHua waved his hand with a smile, as if Li Zhe's sudden departure was not an impolite act in his eyes.

In fact, those who knew Ren ZhengHua knew that he was usually the most particular about rules. If it had been someone else who was so rude, he probably would have left in a huff.

But now, for the sake of the huge order from the Pasa Islands, principles and the like could be appropriately relaxed.

"Where were we just now?" Li Zhe asked with a smile, feeling secretly relieved that Ren ZhengHua was not angry.

"Oh, we were just talking about..."

Factory security room.

Zheng Jian and Zhou Hao were squatting in the corner, one on each side.

A middle-aged security guard in a dark gray security uniform lit a cigarette and took a puff: "Tell me, who started it?"

"He did!" Zheng Jian stood up with red eyes. "He started it."

The middle-aged security guard glanced at Zheng Jian, saw a cut on Zheng Jian's forehead with blood seeping out, turned his head, and snorted coldly at Zhou Hao: "Young man, you hit pretty hard."

Zhou Hao had also calmed down at this time, knowing that he had caused a big problem. He immediately stood up and argued, "Leader, don't listen to his nonsense, he started it."

The middle-aged security guard waved his hand when he heard the two of them accusing each other: "Alright, who started it, you can explain to the police later."

Zheng Jian was even more anxious when he heard this. If he was detained for fighting, he would lose his job, and he was even worried about whether he would have a criminal record.

"It wasn't me..." Zheng Jian's face turned red.

Bang--!

Just as he was about to continue arguing, the door of the security guard's duty room was opened.

"Captain," the middle-aged security guard saw a middle-aged man in a darker security uniform walk in and immediately stood up and called out.

The security captain was called Zhou LiQun. He looked older, about forty years old, with a thin figure, especially his face, which actually looked somewhat similar to Zhou Hao's, with the same pointed chin and monkey-like cheeks.

"Hmm," the security captain hummed from his nose.

Zhou Hao was overjoyed when he saw this person come in, but he didn't show it. Instead, he squatted there honestly, without saying a word.

"These two were fighting?" He pretended not to recognize Zhou Hao and asked in an official tone.

"Yes, it's them."

Zhou LiQun nodded, first looked at Zheng Jian, and said to the security guard beside him: "His head is broken, why didn't you take him to the infirmary to bandage it? Go quickly, take him to the infirmary first."

The middle-aged security guard immediately nodded and said, "Yes, Captain."

As he spoke, he walked to the wall, pulled Zheng Jian up, and walked out. Before leaving, Zheng Jian turned his head and looked at Zhou LiQun, feeling that this person was really nice.

Zhou LiQun smiled at Zheng Jian and watched him leave the security room.

After seeing the two leave, Zhou LiQun's face quickly darkened. He walked to Zhou Hao and kicked Zhou Hao's butt: "Damn it, telling you to fight."

"Ah, don't hit me, uncle, he started it first."

"Get lost, do you think I'm stupid?" As he spoke, Zhou LiQun became even angrier and kicked him again.

This time, Zhou Hao was kicked and honestly didn't talk back.

One hour later.

Zheng Jian, who had finished bandaging, returned to the security room. Zhou Hao was no longer there, only Zhou LiQun was holding a teacup, sitting at the desk in the security room.

"You're called Zheng Jian, right?" Zhou LiQun asked.

"Yes," Zheng Jian seemed a little restrained.

"How long have you been in the factory?"

"More than a year."

Zhou LiQun held the teacup, nodded, and said: "More than a year, that's not a short time. You know the factory's discipline, right."

Hearing this, Zhou Hao's face was unsightly.

"Forget it, seeing that this is your first offense, we won't call the police this time. Pack your things and leave," Zhou LiQun glanced at Zheng Jian, put the teacup on the desk, and said slowly.

Hearing this, Zheng Jian nodded silently. Although he lost his job, it was better than spending a few days in the police station.

Inside the factory cafeteria.

The group finally ate almost enough. Ren ZhengHua's face was flushed, not only because of the drinking, but also because Li Zhe had just given him a positive answer. This order would be given to Chongxin No. 1 Machine Tool Factory.

Moreover, they promised that if the product quality was guaranteed, subsequent orders would also be considered.

How could Ren ZhengHua not be excited?

For this factory in a semi-suspended state, this huge order was simply a timely rain, a life-saving straw.

"By the way, I have a private matter I want to ask Factory Director Ren," Li Zhe suddenly interjected after finishing the order matters.

"What is it? Please feel free to ask," Ren ZhengHua waved his hand grandly, full of heroic spirit.

"Do you have an employee in your factory named Zheng Jian?"

"Zheng Jian? Who is Zheng Jian?" Ren ZhengHua frowned, his wrinkled face squeezed into a ball.