The abundant sunlight bathed the entire factory area in peace and tranquility, creating a sense of serenity and peacefulness.
Lei Tingjun has been at the Oriental Factory for more than three years.
I've met many good brothers here, and I still have feelings for this place.
Most importantly, it was through the Dongfang Factory that he met Ji Wanmei.
After finishing his cigarette, Lei Tingjun's thoughts raced through his mind.
He resolutely turned around, left the dormitory, went downstairs, and headed straight for the factory director's office.
After calling the factory director's office, Lei Tingjun was told by the secretary, "The factory director is off today."
Lei Tingjun knew, of course, that Ji Xingguo was off today.
Just an hour earlier, he had seen him smiling broadly as he personally went to the platform to welcome his daughter home.
Lei Tingjun simply said, "I have something very important to report to Factory Director Ji. Could you please send someone to invite Factory Director Ji over?"
The secretary didn't intend to pay him any attention, saying only, "Let's talk about it when the factory manager comes tomorrow."
Lei Tingjun didn't linger there. Instead, he turned around and headed straight for the export department and the deputy factory director's office.
When Lei Tingjun arrived at the export sales department, a clerk who didn't recognize him stopped him: "Hey comrade, you're not from our department, who are you looking for?"
Lei Tingjun walked straight past him and went inside, his voice carrying behind him: "I'm looking for Yang Zhiping."
The clerk then said, "Oh, you're looking for Clerk Yang? He's at the desk furthest inside, near the window."
"Thank you." Lei Tingjun strode into the office, his long legs making a deep, resonant sound as his leather boots landed.
Yang Zhiping was working on his documents when he looked up and saw a tall, shadowy figure, like a demon king, pressing down on him against the light.
The low, cold air pressure really gave people a bad feeling.
"Who are you..." Yang Zhiping was slightly startled, before he could even ask a question.
With a 'bang', the iron-like fist slammed into Yang Zhiping's face.
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