"...What is this?"
Winter overcast skies, gusts of cold wind.
Ji Jue stood in front of the sparse and dilapidated factory grounds, still harboring a sliver of hopeful possibility, mustering the courage to ask.
"The factory grounds," the middle-aged man immediately replied.
"What grounds?"
"Factory."
The middle-aged man chuckled warmly, just like a line worker foreman facing the newbie cattle and horses, telling them, welcome to the factory; this is how it is.
Everyone must accept reality; have you finished accepting it?
Once you accept it, let's happily start screwing bolts!
And Ji Jue's expression and demeanor instantly became as indescribable as all the newbie cattle and horses.
No will to live.
"Come, come, come, please come in."
Amidst the screeching sound, he struggled to pull open the iron gate, warmly welcoming Ji Jue into the factory: "Old Liu! Old Liu!! Where have you died? Hurry up, someone's here, quickly boil water..."
