Picking and choosing among them.

"Which factory manager is the one who's wrong? I don't recognize any of these."

"It's the one you're holding."

At that moment, Wang Qiang was holding a gear in his hand.

"This is it?"

Wang Qiang held up the gear and waved it in front of the factory manager.

Yes, this is it.

"Alright, then there's no problem."

“Really? That’s great! You don’t know, I asked several purchasing agents. They all said this is hard to buy.”

"That's because you asked the wrong person. If you had asked me, the problem would have been solved long ago."

Wang Qiang stuffed the gear into his pocket and then sat back down.

"Well, everyone says you're a wild one, and it seems it's true."

The factory manager stood up and walked to the door. He opened the door, looked around, and finding no one there, closed the door again before going to Wang Qiang's side.

"I have something else to ask you about."

"What's up?"

"this!"

It's clear that the factory manager is in a difficult position.

"Hey, factory manager, just say what's on your mind, there's no need to do this."

Wang Qiang leaned back in his chair, seemingly unconcerned.

The factory manager frowned and sighed.

"Wang Qiang, you know what kind of person I am. I wouldn't dare say I'm incredibly upright, but at least I consider the factory my home."

"Factory manager, please tell me quickly, I'm getting so anxious!"

Wang Qiang interrupted the factory director.

The factory manager, with a lewd expression, leaned close to Wang Qiang's ear and whispered something...

"Wang Qiang, you know, we're currently short of a housekeeper..."