However, after thinking it over, the gatekeeper shook his head in the end: "I really don't have any impression. There aren't many people in our factory to begin with. I can probably remember most of my names, but I don't remember anyone named Jiang Yuesheng."

Originally, Song Huaping came here full of anticipation and curiosity, wanting to meet the poet Jiang Yuesheng.

But after hearing what the gatekeeper said, his face was filled with disappointment and dejection.

Even after his disappointment, Song Huaping was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

"Sir, please think again. Did you miss someone, or is this person not particularly noticeable?"

The gatekeeper shook his head, looking helpless.

“Young man, I know our factory better than you do. I’ve already said I’ve never seen or heard of this person, so I genuinely don’t know them. Why would I lie to you about this?”

Since the gatekeeper had said so, Song Huaping had no choice but to thank him. However, he was unwilling to leave just like that, so he stood across from the factory, found the shade of a big tree, and took out the letter from before once again.

This letter is naturally the same envelope that Jiang Sheng submitted when he submitted his manuscript.

The writing was very neat, especially the three characters "Jiang Yuesheng," which looked extremely elegant while also conveying a sense of grandeur.

Judging from the handwriting alone, this person must be quite knowledgeable.

Given your good education, why did you choose to work at Shengde Processing Factory?

Song Huaping couldn't understand this, but what he couldn't understand even more was why he couldn't find the person who sent the letter, even though the address was right here.

Just then, a car stopped at the factory gate, and a man got out of it.

The man had a rugged face, and you could tell at a glance that he was not someone to be trifled with.

However, when he arrived at the factory gate, the gatekeeper quickly greeted the man with a smile.

"Oh, it's General Manager Zhang. General Manager Jiang and General Manager Zhao probably won't be coming to the factory for a while. If you're looking for them, you'll have to wait a bit."

The man was none other than Zhang Chenggang, a friend of Jiang Sheng and Zhao Defu.

After hearing what the gatekeeper said, Zhang Chenggang smiled and waved his hand.

"I'm not here to see them. They've started school and have to go back to school. I came to check on the factory and will tell Xiaosheng about it later, so he won't have to worry about the factory while he's at school."

Upon hearing that this was the reason for their visit, the gatekeeper nodded in sudden understanding.

"I see. Mr. Zhang, please come in. Manager Sun and Accountant Sun are inside. You can ask them anything!"

Before Jiang Sheng went to school, he specifically told the people in the factory that whenever Zhang Chenggang came, they must bring him in.

So the gatekeeper quickly let him through, and just as Zhang Cheng was about to go in, he suddenly saw Song Huaping standing diagonally opposite him.

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he called out to Zhang Chenggang.

"By the way, Mr. Zhang, there's something I'd like to tell you."

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to go in, he heard the gatekeeper's voice, so he turned around and asked, "What is it?"

That's right.

The gatekeeper quickly and discreetly pointed to Song Huaping, who was standing diagonally opposite, and spoke in a low voice.

"That guy came over just now, acting all suspicious. He even asked me about someone, but I'd never heard of him before. And then he just stood there and wouldn't leave, glancing this way every now and then. I felt like something was off."

The gatekeeper was indeed having some doubts.

After all, the person he was asking about wasn't in the factory, but the other person didn't leave and kept glancing at the factory.

Anyone would feel intimidated by this.

After hearing what the gatekeeper said, Zhang Chenggang looked in the direction he was pointing.

The man standing diagonally opposite was just a man who looked to be about twenty-five years old. Although he kept glancing toward the factory, he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and didn't seem like a bad person.

However, when the man looked at her, his gaze was somewhat evasive.

Zhang Chenggang thoughtfully looked away.

He thought for a moment, then waved to his assistant.

"Come here and do as I say. Please ask that gentleman over there to come over."

Upon hearing this, the assistant quickly nodded and hurried to the shade of the tree opposite.

At this moment, Song Huaping had no idea that he had been noticed.

He was just looking at the rugged-looking man at the factory gate, who was staring at him, when his heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked away.

This person doesn't look like a good person at all; we shouldn't mess with him easily.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the assistant next to the man across from him run to his side, and Song Huaping subconsciously took a step to leave.

"Please wait, sir."

The assistant stood in front of Song Huaping with a polite smile on his face.

"Our General Manager Zhang heard that you wanted to inquire about someone, so he invited you over. He said he thinks he's heard of this person before."

Upon hearing this, Song Huaping looked at his assistant with a mixture of belief and skepticism.

The assistant simply smiled, showing no sign of coercion whatsoever.

Song Huaping had no choice but to suppress his doubts and curiosity, hesitate for a moment, and then nodded.

In broad daylight, even if the man wasn't a good person, he probably wouldn't have the guts to attack him in front of so many people.

Thinking this, Song Huaping gripped the envelope in his hand and quickly followed his assistant to Zhang Chenggang.

"I'm a friend of the factory owner. Are you here to ask about someone?"

Faced with Zhang Chenggang's question, Song Huaping subconsciously nodded and took a step back.

After all, this person did look rather fierce, and even if he was a good person, he wouldn't dare to really look him in the eye.

Zhang Chenggang seemed to have long been used to being treated this way, and simply nodded casually.

"Could I ask what the name of this person you're inquiring about is?"

He tried to keep his tone as gentle as possible. Although Song Huaping was a little nervous, he could tell that the other party meant no harm, so he placed the envelope in his hand in front of Zhang Chenggang.

"I'm looking for a man named Jiang Yuesheng. I'm a reporter from Xinhua News Agency, and I specifically wanted to interview him at the address provided."

Hearing what Song Huaping said, and looking at the paper he handed over...

Although Zhang Chenggang only graduated from high school, he is literate.

Looking at the words above, he instantly understood.

Actually, he didn't know that Jiang Sheng was writing poetry at first. It was only after Zhao Defu told him that he discovered that there was a hidden poet by his side.