As the last ray of sunlight quietly withdrew from the glass window, the gray-black ground was instantly shrouded in darkness.
The metal shavings and unfinished parts scattered all over the floor lost their daylight, and the entire workshop was shrouded in gloom.
Only the cicadas in the trees outside chirped tirelessly, while the room was as silent as death, devoid of any life.
Han Ming sat motionless on the crane frame, staring blankly.
His empty eyes stared blankly at everything before him; he had been sitting there woodenly since morning.
Below is this old workshop filled with vintage machine tools and various metal parts.
As Han Ming recalled the past, tears streamed down his face, despite his reddened eyes.
By modern standards, Han Mingruo can be considered a second-generation entrepreneur.
However, given the meager state of the small factory his father founded, he received little pocket money as a child and did not enjoy the glory of being a rich kid as an adult.
In his mind, his father's small factory was like a farmer's contracted land, barely enough to grow enough grain to feed himself.
But now, looking at the dilapidated workshop in front of me, I think of my father who is still lying in the hospital bed.
Recalling the scene last night where the two young bank employees coldly announced that they would sue him if he didn't repay the loan, Han Ming felt extremely depressed.
Perhaps he once thought this small factory was insignificant, but he knew it was of great significance to his parents.
It was through this small workshop-style factory that his father, Han Baili, and mother, Chen Fang, earned enough money to support their family and pay for his education from elementary school through junior high school to university.
Even though he had hated his father’s dirty workshop since childhood, he insisted on choosing computer technology instead of mechanical engineering in college.
His parents never criticized him and willingly gave him the money they had worked so hard to earn, saving every penny to ensure he could live a more comfortable and free life in the big city.
Han Ming, 26 years old this year, graduated from the Computer Science Department of Dongjiang Business College.
Today, he is an ordinary computer company employee among the 7.8 million residents of Dongning, the capital city of Dongjiang Province.
When it comes to choosing a path in life, Han Ming did indeed have two options when facing employment after graduating from university.
One option is to try your luck by submitting job applications at crowded job fairs.
Secondly, he returned to his hometown in Nanzhu County to work at his father's small machinery factory, operating CNC machine tools.
But he instinctively resisted the dirty machine tools in his father's factory, and even the small CNC computer placed in front of the machine tools was uninteresting.
Fortunately, Han Ming was lucky. Half a month after submitting his resume, a company called "Dongning Zhenyu Network Technology Co., Ltd." called him.
When he heard the interview invitation from the sweet-voiced female secretary, he readily agreed without hesitation.
The result was satisfactory; Han Ming passed the interview smoothly and became a software development and after-sales service technician.
He later learned that the company had a dedicated marketing department, staffed entirely by pretty girls who loved to act coquettishly, dress up, and show off.
Their daily work involves making endless phone calls through the Yellow Pages and posting advertisements that netizens consider "spam" on online forums in order to attract potential customers.
Of course, Han Ming did not reject them; on the contrary, he appreciated them.
Firstly, they are beautiful and have great figures.
Secondly, all the clients were brought in by them through various means, and Han Ming's design and technology department relied entirely on them to have work and receive a salary.
As a result, Han Ming worked at this company for three years.
However, at this moment, Han Ming encountered a problem, and his family fell into difficulties.
A few days ago, Han Ming was at work when he was summoned back to his hometown by a phone call from his second uncle, who said that his father, Han Baili, had an accident and the family was in chaos.
Han Ming rushed home anxiously and found out what had happened. It turned out that the incident had occurred two days earlier.
When Han Ming's father's small factory's financial manager, Zhao Lihua, whom Han Ming always called Aunt Zhao, was checking the accounts, she discovered a problem.
A sales payment of four million yuan should have been received, but it has been delayed.
She called the other party's customer to inquire, and the other party said that the cash check had already been given to Ni Guohai, the deputy factory director in charge of the factory's sales.
Since Ni Guohai was away on a business trip, Zhao Lihua called to inquire, and this call led to a series of unexpected events.
I couldn't get through to Deputy Factory Director Ni by phone. When I tried again before leaving get off work, his phone was switched off.
Zhao Lihua quickly called Ni Guohai's wife, Zhou Caiping, only to be told that she had also been unable to contact Ni Guohai for two days and that her family was extremely anxious.
Zhao Lihua sensed something was wrong and quickly reported it to the factory director, Han Baili.
Han Ming's father, Factory Director Han, had just gotten close to several bank officials in town at noon, planning to borrow more money to expand the factory's production scale.
He was still recovering from the alcohol he had drunk at lunch when he heard about this and was shocked. He hurriedly made a phone call, but there was no response on the other end.
Later, when I was leaving get off work, I saw that several office lights were still on, and the workshop director, Liang Jianxing, had also arrived.
The three of them spent half the night making phone calls in the factory manager's office. The more they made the calls, the more unsettling they became, and the stronger their ominous premonition grew.
Seeing that waiting around was pointless, Han Ming's father told Liang Jianxing and Zhao Lihua to go home first, while he planned to spend the night in the lounge next to the office.
The next morning, when Liang Jianxing and Zhao Lihua came to find him, no one answered the door no matter how much they knocked.
Looking through the crack in the window, Liang Jianxing saw Han Ming's father lying motionless on the bed.
Sensing something was wrong, he kicked the door open and hurriedly ordered someone to rush him to the county hospital.
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