Shen Mingke was full of doubts, but Zheng Minghui had already sunk into an immense happiness. He was no longer as hesitant as before and pushed Shen Mingke towards the fertilizer factory.
"Go, go, go, go."
Liang Junsong seemed to genuinely consider himself the local emperor here. As they entered the factory gate, two men were on guard, each holding a steel fork, one with squinting eyes, the other with a crooked mouth, looking comical. As they entered, the two guards were ridiculed, their faces turned livid with anger, but they dared not say anything.
As they bypassed the crowd, Zheng Minghui kept leering at a few women, who remained unmoved. He thought to himself, "Hey, wait till you're lying obediently in my arms later, heh heh..."
It wasn't until the two entered the office at the front of the crowd that Zheng Minghui reluctantly retracted his gaze.
Inside the office, a man with a crew cut sat bored on a dilapidated sofa, and this man was Liang Junsong.
