Sang Huaiyuan was equally nervous. While listening to the factory manager introduce the machines, he searched around. From the moment he entered the factory, his heart was divided in two. He searched for the photos along the way, but so far, he had not found any trace of them.

Mom also said the photo would be in a prominent place, could there be a mistake?

This was the first time Sang Huaiyuan had done something so exciting. Although he had experienced many ups and downs, he was still so nervous that he kept a straight face. The factory director thought that the mayor was unhappy again, and he was trembling with fear, with cold sweat constantly running down his back.

Ye Zhiguo was also on tenterhooks. He had been looking for an opportunity to get closer to Sang Huaiyuan, but there were leaders in front of him, so he couldn't just rush up to them. He could only get closer little by little. When he was only two or three people away, Ye Zhiguo was very excited. Victory was just around the corner!

Sang Huaiyuan glanced at the scrapped cylinder on the control panel and frowned. He had worked in a machinery factory for a period of time when he was studying abroad, so he was quite knowledgeable about this area.

The cylinder being milled is clearly being milled haphazardly. How can you keep milling in one place? If you keep milling like that, you'll mill it all off. Using a machine worth over a million US dollars to mill scrap iron, this factory director Wu really doesn't care about national resources!

For such large machines, the electricity costs and machine wear and tear each time they are turned on are not small. How can they be handled so carelessly? It's utterly reckless!

Sang Huaiyuan lowered his head, intending to reprimand him, but his eyes caught sight of the photo under the workbench. His heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm.

"Are those blueprints below? Let me see the machining blueprints for this cylinder," Sang Huaiyuan said to the factory manager.

The factory manager's heart sank. There were no machining drawings at all. This cylinder was just milled haphazardly. He instructed the operators to mill two threads each time (a thread is a unit of measurement; one millimeter is one hundred threads). As soon as the mayor left, he would turn off the machine. It was too power-consuming. This machine was an electricity guzzler; he couldn't afford to maintain it!

In fact, the factory manager deeply regretted buying this machining center, which was all show and no substance. It was ridiculously expensive and not very practical. Its main purpose was to be displayed and to be boasted about to outsiders.

When Ye Zhiguo heard Sang Huaiyuan say he wanted to see the blueprints, he immediately jumped out and said, "I'll pick up the blueprints."

I was just worried about not having a chance to speak with the mayor, and God delivered the opportunity to me!

Ye Zhiguo was overjoyed. He was just a security guard and knew nothing about the operation of the workshop. He didn't know that the machining center was just performing. He bent down with great interest and reached out to pick up the two photos.

The factory manager frowned. He had originally wanted to make up some excuses to cover up the matter of the blueprints, but who knew that Ye Zhiguo would jump out and fawn over him. This guy really knows how to pick the right moment to flatter. Humph!

Sang Huaiyuan, of course, recognized Ye Zhiguo and was taken aback. He then told Ye Zhiguo to retrieve his wife's nude photos...

It really was God's arrangement!

Sang Huaiyuan smiled slightly, waiting for Ye Zhiguo to present the photos so he could appreciate his expression more closely. It must be very vivid!

"Take a few more pictures of me and this machine," Sang Huaiyuan whispered to his secretary.

Qingqing and her mother can't be there in person, they must be itching to go! Take some photos to take back and make them happy too!

Sang Huaiyuan, unusually mischievous, smiled more broadly as he intently watched Ye Zhiguo pick up the photos.

As soon as Ye Zhiguo touched the photograph, he became suspicious. How could the blueprint be so smooth? It felt just like a photograph.

He didn't have time to think about it and just pulled out the photos. There were two in total, and they were in color.