Through the bars of the iron gate, Tang Xiaoquan saw a man walking out from the factory door, surrounded by a group of middle-aged women, who were presumably workers at the factory.
The man walked quickly, his brisk pace revealing a decisive nature.
Before long, he arrived at the gate: "What's going on? Who are these people...?"
Without any nonsense, after raising his eyebrows and glancing at Tang Xiaoquan and the others, the man shifted his gaze to the man next to him.
The man was still angry, his face livid without a hint of expression, and he replied coldly, "These folks say Manager Lin called them here!"
Manager Lin!? Tang Xiaoquan raised an eyebrow, not caring about anything else, but the last words of the man addressing him caught his attention.
Ah~ so this is the person I spoke with on the radio!
Still working on his inference, Tang Xiaoquan discreetly glanced at the person they called "Manager Lin."
