I have to say that Qian Zhongyi manages the factory in such an orderly manner.
The factory in front is clean and tidy.
The kitchen, toilets, etc. at the back here have been tidied up and are very neat.
Basically you can't find anything wrong with it.
Yang Ling looked around and roughly understood.
Qian Zhongyi smiled proudly when he saw Yang Ling's appearance.
"Mr. Yang, I have told you before that our factory operates in full compliance with national standards. If you want to find any violations in our square, it is simply impossible."
"He said why not have a meal with us? Look how clean his kitchen is. I usually eat in the kitchen. What do you think?"
Yang Ling has no intention of eating here.
The reason why I came here today was just because it was still early after I left Ouyang Lingmei's office in the morning, so I dropped by on the way.
Do you have any plans to find out something here?
Yang Ling walked inside without saying a word.
Not far away, Qian Zhongyi's face suddenly darkened.
Usually everyone has already left the place.
But why is this brat Yang Ling still so persistent?
Ahead is a very, very narrow passage, which is nominally a simple pipeline transportation passage.
The mess inside is full of pipes, steam and the like, and behind it is a supply station.
Most people wouldn't go to that place.
But Yang Ling was not an ordinary person. Seeing that the road was very narrow, he still walked in.
Yang Ling had already said a lot, but it was of no use at all.
Qian Zhongyi's face was gloomy.
I really don’t know why, Yang Ling, this brat, just refuses to give up.
But the arrangement at the back was very poor.
Qian Zhongyi usually refused to take a step back.
Even the one behind is their main factory, but Qian Zhongyi never wants to go there.
But now that Yang Ling has passed, if he doesn't follow her, I'm afraid things will be exposed.
Yang Ling walked along a passage, and at the back was a small warehouse-like thing.
After walking a few steps further, a large iron gate appeared in front of me.
The large iron gate of the car is all black, which is exactly the same color as the fence next to it.
If you can't see it yourself, you won't be able to see it at all.
But Yang Ling is such a very careful person.
Walking to the big iron door, I looked at the big iron chain tied to it and reached out to touch it.
At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind.
What followed was Qian Zhongyi's exaggerated smile.
"I'm telling Mr. Yang, the warehouse where things are piled up is usually not open. If you want to open it, I'll go to the management office and apply, and I'll transfer it over and let you go in and see how it goes."
Yang Ling pretended not to know anything and said.
"Is it so strict?"
"I just saw that no one seemed to be here, so I came in to take a look. If it was too troublesome, I would forget it."
Qian Zhongyi didn't expect Yang Ling to feint.
If this brat really planned to go in, I would definitely not let him in.
You should think of some way to make him look embarrassed.
But I didn't expect this kid to retreat despite the difficulties.
After saying a word, he immediately turned around and left.
Didn't even look at it again.
Qian Zhongyi could only stand aside in embarrassment as if he had punched cotton with his fist, smiling and speechless.
What does this guy mean?
Without looking back, Yang Ling retreated along the way he came.
He left the factory without even saying a word.
Qian Zhongyi watched Yang Ling leave, still confused as to what kind of medicine this kid was selling in the gourd?
If this guy had just walked in again, things would have been in trouble.
Behind this big chain is where their real factory is.
They want to completely control the production in their own hands, so the money is easy for them, and another production line is arranged in the factory.
But we don’t want the factory to be completely located elsewhere, so the production line should be separated from their factory, leaving such a channel.
Behind this door is the black workshop.
A genuine black workshop.
There are no windows inside, just a few lamps for lighting.
There are many very young workers, people with no special skills recruited from all over the country, working here day and night to produce products.
But since Yang Ling has left, it must be safe and nothing will happen.
Qian Zhongyi also began to think about the day when Yang Ling was completely finished.
"Anyway, you brat like you won't be able to dance for long."
After Yang Ling left the factory, he took a taxi directly outside the door and arrived at Tong Jia's residence.
This is also the first time Yang Ling has come to Tong Jia's house on his own initiative during this period of time.
I saw Tong Jia living in such a place.
Yang Ling still couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
What is Tong Jia’s identity?
His family is so rich, and the largest company in Shenzhen City belongs to their Tong Group.
But just for myself.
Tong Jia breaks up with her father.
Such an only daughter, and now she runs away from home.
Living in such a remote residential area.
You even need to take care of a few small alleys before you can get to Tong Jia's downstairs.
This kind of guilt couldn't help but torture Yang Ling deeply.
Yang Ling took out the key from his pocket.
Although this community is not as big as their villa.
But after all, it is a serious community.
It's much better than living in this renovated private house.
Open the door.
Tong Jia was also stunned for a moment when she saw Yang Ling standing outside.
"Are you in Jiangzhou?"
Tong Jia didn't know when Yang Ling came back.
When Yang Ling came back, he didn't notify her at all.
A smile appeared on Yang Ling's face.
"I have something to do when I come back, so I just happened to see you on the way."
Tong Jia lowered her head, smiled, and stepped aside.
"come in."
Yang Ling entered the house carrying two bags full of vegetables.
"Come on if you want. Why are you buying so many vegetables?"
Tong Jia complained.
"I usually cook very little at home. If you buy so much food, I won't be able to use it all. It's all a waste."
Yang Ling said immediately.
"It's okay. I'll cook for you later. I haven't cooked for a long time."
Tong Jia was stunned for a moment and looked at Yang Ling.
Yang Ling hurriedly explained.
"I heard that the food you eat here is in the restaurants downstairs, so I thought I would cook you something to eat. We both also need a quiet environment to stay together."
Tong Jia's face was slightly stained with red frost.