Even though the orange-yellow color here was so intense that it was difficult to distinguish the colors from one another, Wang Yao still quickly found the place in the production center where the orange-yellow light was the most intense by following the direction of the flowing orange-yellow river.
Just like at the "Chiyang Tianjiao" sales center, there is a factory building on the eastern edge of the production center, which is like a spring, a burst water valve, constantly gushing orange-yellow torrents in all directions.
Indeed, that place was like the center of the entire orange-yellow world, where the orange-yellow light reached its most dazzling level. While other parts of the factory area could be described as being submerged by floods, only that factory building could be clearly seen by Wang Yao as continuously creating floods.
Its brilliance cannot be concealed. Even if water flows around it, it will be forcibly pushed aside by the huge torrent gushing out of the factory and swept away.
"That's it!" Wang Yao muttered to himself. He circled around to the east side of the factory area, approached the factory building, and looked up at the nearby locations where security cameras were installed. He was shocked to find that none of the cameras were turned on; they were just for show.
Wang Yao didn't quite understand why there were cameras here but they weren't used. Although the production center was surrounded by a wall, it wasn't very high. To Wang Yao, it was basically no different from those cameras; it was just a decoration. He easily jumped over it and entered the production center.
Although the production center was brightly lit at night, it was also unusually quiet, with no sound except for the roar of the machines.
A sign next to the entrance gate of the target factory reads "Synthesis Workshop." Wang Yao didn't understand its meaning, but guessed it was related to the production process of "Chiyang Tianjiao".
The factory gate appeared to be tightly closed, but Wang Yao gently pushed it forward and found that it was only slightly ajar. With a little force, the gate slowly opened.
Wang Yao glanced inside and saw that the factory was filled with goods. Stacks of bulging sacks were piled up to the roof, and even the factory gate was blocked. Only a narrow passage was left in front of him. There were several pipes on the left and right walls, but they were also obscured by the goods and could not be seen where they led.
As soon as the door opened, the roar of the machines inside the factory suddenly increased, seemingly more than twice as loud as when the door was closed, clearly indicating that production was underway inside.
Afraid of disturbing others, Wang Yao quickly closed the gate and quietly made his way forward along the narrow path between the goods storage areas in the factory. The sacks, filled to the brim, were piled high on both sides, like menacing and steep mountain peaks, and Wang Yao felt as if he were walking through a narrow canyon.
Suddenly, the door behind him opened again. Although there was not much noise, Wang Yao's five senses were very sharp, so how could he not notice it? He was startled and saw a gap in the pile of goods next to him. He quickly squeezed in, then turned off his "spiritual sense" and turned on his "sensing".
To be honest, once he got near the production center, his "spiritual senses" had greatly affected Wang Yao's movements. After all, everything he saw was a blinding orange-yellow. He could only try to distinguish the subtle differences in hue and the direction of light diffusion. He could only judge everything he saw by touch and guesswork.
However, in order to find the source of the orange-yellow light, Wang Yao had to keep his "Spiritual Sense" active at all times, for fear of missing any clues about the existence of the Fate Nemesis. But now, hearing the person behind him, he had to temporarily turn it off and use "Sensing" in order to move quickly.
With this switch between "spiritual perception" and "sensory perception," Wang Yao immediately discovered that the factory was pitch black, even darker than the factory area outside.
The main problem is that the roads outside the factory area and the rooftops in the corners of the factory buildings are illuminated every now and then by nightlights, so even at night, every corner of the factory area is clearly visible. However, the lighting inside the factory buildings is pitifully scarce, and there are too many goods piled up, making it even darker and more difficult to see.
The only light source was the roar of the machines ahead. Wang Yao's "sensory perception" quietly extended forward through the cargo. The cargo seemed to be hard objects with a fishy smell, but it wasn't too pungent, so Wang Yao didn't pay it any mind.
The man who came in from behind him obviously didn't notice Wang Yao hiding in the darkness. He walked straight forward along the narrow path. Ahead, surrounded by goods, a shiny metal barrel, like a small cylindrical house, stood prominently in the light.
Several pipes running along the factory wall emerged near the large barrel, all connecting to it.
At this moment, a deafening roar was coming from the large barrel. Next to the metal barrel was a workbench with what appeared to be instruments or similar devices installed on it, along with some boards with forms attached, which were carelessly tossed on the workbench.
Next to the workbench was a small bed covered with a straw mat. A naked man wearing only a pair of boxer shorts lay on the bed, with a small towel draped over his chest, seemingly fast asleep and completely unaware when someone came in.
Upon seeing the man's appearance, Wang Yao realized that the temperature inside the factory must be extremely high. Xia County is known for its long summers and no winters, and the production here probably uses high-temperature steam, which is why the man could only stay there naked.
The person who came in didn't say anything when he reached the bedside. Instead, he picked up the forms on the workbench and started flipping through them. However, his rough movements and the noise he made startled the man sleeping in bed, who rolled over and sat up.
"Mr. Zhu, you're still awake?" the man asked sleepily.
"How many batches?" The man looked down at the spreadsheet.
"From yesterday until now?"
"From midnight until now."
"One batch per hour, two batches have already been made, this is the third batch."
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