"Master, did you bully the Factory Director? When I first arrived, he was crying."
In the workshop, Lin Nianhe quietly asked Rong Zhiguo.
Rong Zhiguo had long given up being angry about Lin Nianhe insisting on calling him master. He lit a cigarette, his voice somewhat muffled: "What could I possibly do to him? He scared himself silly."
"Eh?"
Rong Zhiguo glanced at her, his eyes carrying equal parts disdain: "You've brought such a huge problem to us, even the Foreign Trade Department has been alerted. If we fail to produce the thing you want us to make, won't the higher-ups scrape our mechanical factory clean?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
She really hadn't considered this.
For her, asking Uncle Huang to connect her with the mechanical factory was the fastest and easiest way, but she had overlooked the factory's perspective.
