The packaging boxes for the second batch of persimmon cakes were filled with the brochures printed by Tian Xin and sent to specialty stores in the Ancient City along with the billboards.
To expand the influence, she planned to personally take a trip to see if she could place some billboards in the scenic areas or along the routes.
"Zhang Shuai, you'll need to stay for two days this time, so make sure to arrange your work accordingly."
Tian Xin instructed Zhang Shuai while helping to load the truck.
Zhang Shuai had been shuttling between the quarry and the clinker plant for more than half a year now. He appeared thinner and his skin had tanned to a deep, dark hue.
"Oh, alright! I'll go inform the guys and make arrangements for this work over the next two days!" Zhang Shuai turned to call the factory.
Tian Xin noticed someone hovering outside the company gate.
This person had been standing there all morning, not saying anything when asked, nor coming inside.
