"Factory Chief Yuan, what the hell are you sleeping for? Get up, get up! Something huge has happened!"
In Southern City, outside the Third Ring Road, stood the Yuandao Furniture Carpentry Factory. In a small partitioned room within the factory chief's office, Yuan Tao was sprawled on the sofa, fast asleep. For the past few days, he had been helping Lin Fan rush the production of those special wooden boxes. Worried that others wouldn't be careful enough, he had personally overseen the work and hadn't slept for two consecutive nights.
Just then, the urgent shouts of Deputy Factory Manager Old Zhou echoed from right above him, accompanied by a vigorous shaking of his shoulders.
"...Piss off, Old Zhou. I'm so tired I can't even keep my eyes open. Whatever it is, it can wait until I wake up!" Yuan Tao grumbled with his eyes closed, sticking his butt out as he shifted into an even more comfortable position.
