"OK."

The car made a U-turn at the parking lot entrance and slowly drove towards the small road to the west.

Along the way, we hardly encountered any cars or even people.

Xu An was under immense pressure during the bidding meeting, and after talking with the old man for a while, he became even more exhausted.

Now, sitting in the car with the air conditioning on and listening to soothing music, Xu An felt a little sleepy after his mind was completely relaxed. He found a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and started to doze off.

It felt like I'd only closed my eyes for two minutes when the car stopped, and then I heard the sound of the car door opening and closing.

Xu An suddenly woke up, looking blankly at the dense grass that was half a person tall on both sides. A thought popped into his mind—could it be that they were going to kill and rob him?

But when he saw the scene in front of the private car, he understood what was going on.

He reached out and opened the car door, got out of the car, and walked to the front of the truck blocking the road. He heard Brother Luo talking to the truck driver.

"Did your car break down? Did you call someone for help?"

"We broke down. Both of our phones were dead. We waited for more than half an hour, and you were the first passersby we encountered."

The truck driver, whose face was somewhat dark, looked completely clueless. He stood up and kicked the truck's flat tires twice in frustration.

As the truck driver continued his rambling explanation, Brother Luo took out his phone and made a call. Then, looking at the trucks blocking the road ahead, he sighed and said, "Boss Xu, we have to wait until they fix their trucks before we can pass."

Xu An observed the situation before him. To the right of the truck was a gap of about one meter, which was overgrown with weeds. Behind the weeds was a white wall.

Looking to the left, there is a clearing overgrown with weeds. If the truck hasn't broken down, it could probably pass by by slightly shifting its position.

But now the truck is stuck in the middle, and its left tire has blown out, causing the whole truck to tilt to the left. There is no space on the left side for a small car to pass through.

Finally, looking back at the road we came from, we saw a small white dot in the distance heading this way.

Okay, the last road is blocked. We can only wait for the mechanics to come.

Before Xu An and his companion arrived, the two truck drivers were squatting in the shade of the truck, fanning themselves with flyers to cool off.

However, the temperature was too high today, and their actions were undoubtedly a drop in the ocean; they only prevented heatstroke but could not ward off the sweltering heat.

Their clothes were almost completely soaked, their hair looked like it had just been washed, and there was a ring of sweat on the ground. They looked extremely disheveled.

Seeing the two of them like this, Xu An hesitated for a moment, then looked at Brother Luo and found that Brother Luo was also looking at him.

Since the car owner had no objections, Xu An immediately invited the two to sit in his private car for a while, enjoying the air conditioning while waiting for the mechanic to arrive.

The two nodded their thanks hurriedly, followed Xu An to the car, opened the back door and got in. The cool air rushed towards them, and they both sighed comfortably.

I'm finally alive.

"Are you exhibitors at the Shanghai Machinery and Equipment Expo?" Xu An asked curiously, looking at the large truck.

At this time of year, in this direction, and with such large trucks, it's hard not to associate them with the Shanghai Machinery and Equipment Expo.

"Yes, there were too many people on the national highway over there. I was thinking of finding a less crowded side road, but I didn't expect to run into this breakdown." The middle-aged man in the back seat took out a stack of business cards from his jacket pocket, pulled out two and handed them to Xu An and Brother Luo: "These are my business cards. You can contact me if you need anything. I'll definitely give you the lowest price."

Xu An casually took the business card and saw the prominent company name on it.

Xinyang Commercial Kitchen Technology Co., Ltd.

Commercial kitchen?

"Uncle Han, what kind of machinery and equipment does your company mainly manufacture?" Xu An asked, turning to the man who had handed him his name.

"We mainly make automated kitchen equipment. Things like washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, and even cooking can all be done by machines, which can save a lot of manpower and resources."

When Uncle Han saw that Xu An's expression had become a little strange, he thought that Xu An thought he was talking nonsense, so he quickly explained.

"You all know KFC and McDonald's, right? They build factories, use equipment to process ingredients uniformly in the factories, and then distribute the processed ingredients to each store. This greatly reduces the kitchen area of ​​the stores and the number of kitchen staff, which is a win-win situation."

Isn't this exactly what a 'central kitchen' means?

"What products does your company currently offer? Would you like to learn more about them?"

Uncle Han was somewhat surprised by Xu An's question, but after glancing at Xu An's youthful face, he felt that this young man was asking the question out of sheer curiosity because it was his first time encountering a company that produced this kind of equipment.

The company's products have specific parameters on their official website; they're not confidential information, so showing them to him won't hurt.

Uncle Han glanced at the blazing sun outside, took a deep breath, opened the car door, rushed to the truck, grabbed a document from the driver's seat, quickly closed the door, and rushed back.

In less than a minute, a fine layer of sweat had already seeped out of Uncle Han's forehead, showing just how scorching the weather was today.

Once back in his car, enjoying the cool air conditioning, the man exhaled and handed the thick booklet to Xu An.

"The equipment in this brochure is all the equipment on display this time, and there are quite a lot of different kinds."

After thanking Han Shu, Xu An took the booklet from him and began to carefully read through it.

The brochure began with a general introduction to the company, which Xu An quickly flipped through, soon reaching the page for the company's first type of kitchen equipment.