Liu Fang noticed that it was late, but the light in Fan Xiaofan's room was still on...
She got up and knocked on the door, whispering, "Xiao Fan, aren't you asleep yet?"
Just as Fan Xiaofan was rolling around on the bed, overjoyed at the prospect of eating hot pot, he immediately regained his serious expression, opened the door, and let Liu Fang in.
Liu Fang asked, "Why aren't you resting yet? We have to go to the compressed biscuit factory tomorrow."
Fan Xiaofan scratched his head, feeling a sense of nostalgia for his childhood when his parents would tell him to rest well, only to secretly drag him into bed to read under the lamplight...
The fear of being dominated by parental care.
"Okay, okay, I'll rest then..."
She answered obediently.
Liu Fang shook her head helplessly. Sometimes she felt that Xiao Fan was really amazing in her profession, but other times she felt that she was just too childish.
"Go get some rest, or you'll get a headache if you have to get up too early tomorrow..."
Seeing Fan Xiaofan lying on the bed, he smiled, got up, turned off the light, closed the door, and left the room to return to the room next door.
The next morning, because of the agreed time with the compressed biscuit supplier, they had to get up earlier than usual. Master Da Dao was dressed very smartly today and sat in the passenger seat, while Fan Xiaofan and the others sat in the back and chuckled.
Big Knife touched his nose and said, "We're going to give them a surprise, so I have to make a grand entrance."
Today's meeting at the compressed biscuit shop was about the machine. Fan Xiaofan handed over the work on the compressed biscuit machine to another assistant, Yan. He should have already gone there by now. Next, Master Dadao will be testing the new type of compressed biscuit machine he has been researching these days.
When I visited this time, Director Liu of the compressed biscuit factory had recovered from his cold. He was waiting at the gate early this morning and was helping Assistant Yan call the workers to move the machines inside.
To be honest, Factory Director Liu was really flattered. The last time Master Dao came, he was not at the factory because of a cold, and it was Master Wang, a senior employee, who received him. When the message was relayed to him, he just thought it was about improving the flavor of the biscuits...
But unexpectedly, I received a call yesterday. What? The research institute has provided new machines for their factory?
Startled, he jumped to his feet, his hand holding the microphone trembling. He seriously doubted whether there was something wrong with the microphone today, otherwise why would he be hallucinating?
It was Assistant Yan, who was in charge of the contact, who kept shouting "Hello, hello, hello!" for a long time without getting a response. Thinking there was something wrong with the phone, he muttered, "Could it be a wrong number?"
Just as Assistant Yan was about to hang up, Factory Director Liu finally found his voice and hurriedly said, "Ah, no, hello, are you still there? This is the factory director..."
He was so anxious that he started using his local dialect, afraid that Assistant Yan would hang up the phone. Oh, even a sweet dream can last a little longer.
Everyone knows that their compressed biscuit factory is under a lot of pressure. They're rushing to meet production targets, and even though they're working overtime, they still can't finish...
Assistant Yan finally heard Factory Director Liu's response and couldn't help but chuckle: "You heard me right, the machine will be delivered tomorrow morning. Please coordinate with the workers today to arrange for its transport."
After stammering for a while, Director Liu said he would definitely make the arrangements.
Even after hanging up the phone, he was still in a daze. Even after meeting Assistant Yan today and seeing dozens of machines being moved into the factory, he still looked like he was questioning his life.
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